The Eighth Tale 

Everything was silent. 

He sat in front of a circular table. Waiting. 

Anything could happen; at any moment. Dongwoo stared at the table. 

His palms began sweating. Occasionally he would rub them on his knees. 

The atmosphere was stiff. He hated it. 

Everything that was going to happen was being held on his shoulders. 

His eyes scanned the paper. 

The pressure built on his shoulders. 

Should he do it?

Would it make a difference? 
   
He sighed in frustration as he ran his hand through his chocolate hair.

Dongwoo slammed his hand on the table as he stood up. He placed his hands on either sides of his hips and exclaimed. 

"That's it!!" He laughed proudly and flipped his hair back.

"We're eating pizza!! AHAHAHAHA!!" He made a wide grin. 

Hoya walked past and simple stated. "Hyung, you're lactose intolerant." 

Dongwoo suddenly stopped laughing. He slumped onto the table. He admitted defeat.