The next morning, I could not hide my pain any longer. At six thirty I woke up with cramps in my leg, and Yonguk had been awaken by my squirming and crying. He hushed me, soothed my sore muscles and whispered that he loved me. He felt just as helpless as I did. Cramps are the worse, no matter in which bodypart.

Now he is at rehearsal again, after making sure that I would not be bored or hungry through the day, even if I would not get out of bed. He has stacked a hole bunch of snacks next to me on the sheets, my favorite iced tea and he has been sending me the most awful snapchats, only to entertain me. He has warned me not to start digging news on the internet, because he doesn't want me to get upset. He is a wonderful husband.

I lift the blankets to look once again at my leg. My shin is swollen and a dark shade of purple, shaped after the shoe of one of the sasaengs. It looks awful. And the internet is buzzing. Now I know why Yongguk didn't want me to go online yet. Apparently the sasaengs are accusing him of violence, saying he hit them and threatened to kill them. And they also claim that I came out by myself and started yelling at them without a reason. It's weird to me that they are pushing it this far. I thought they loved him? Are they that selfish about him that if they can't have him, he is not allowed to be happy? Luckily there are a lot of fans who are defending me, by saying that I would never scold Babyz, That I am way too sweet for that. That