*B-Joo's POV*

Uh...

Oops?

When he walked out, who knew be could take all the room's heat with him?

But... Did I really sound the way he made it seem? 

"ByungJoo, you're a jerk." 

I grimaced and hung my head low. I knew I screwed up. I mean, how could I forget to even say 'sorry'? Now, how the hell will I get Hansol to talk to me again?

"I know."

"Look," I heard him walking closer. "When I meant he liked skinship, I didn't mean do it that way. Wait," he spun me around and forced me to look at him. "what did you do?"

Shrugging, I stepped back. I need space. Why does the room seem so small right now? "I just hugged him."

"ByungJoo, what else did you do?" 

I swear the room is getting smaller. Why is it so hot? And HoJoon looks suddenly taller.

"Nothing, I swear."

"Are you alright?"

I need to get out. I need some space. I can't breath. My chest.

It hurts.

Why does it hurt?

I can faintly hear HoJoon calling me out. But I can't see anything clearly anymore.

Everything is blurry.

I need to get out.

Blindly looking around, I bolted for what I hope is the door. I couldn't stand staying in the room any longer. This room held too many memories. 

Like the day Hansol wouldn't let me leave the room until I told him what was bothering me. 

And it was a day that I am forever grateful for. 

*Flashback*

"ByungJoo."

I refused to look up at him. Why can't he let me leave?

"ByungJoo, you aren't leaveing this room until you tell me what's up with you. So," he pulled me down on the bed. "spill it."

"Hyung," I whined. "I'm tired. Let me go to sleep."

"No." 

"Hyung~" I tried to get away from him. I feel like if I stayed here any longer, I'll break. 

"Joo-ah." He whispered it so softly. So gently. How could I not give in?

So I told him. Told him every single insecurities I had. About how I feel like I'm crap sometimes. And that maybe I'll mess up this entire debut that's going to take place in a week. 

And he just sat there, listening to everyone I said. And when I was done, I felt this entire weight being lifted off my chest. Like I'm free again. A little afterward, he just hugged me. And my hair. It felt really nice. I started to drift off when I caught him muttering.

"Don't worry, Joo-ah. You're perfect the way you are. You're not fat. You're not ugly. You're an amazing dancer. This