It wasn’t long until my body falls on the sofa like a sack of heavy flour. In a slump, I rest the back of my neck on the crest of the sofa with my face parallel to the aloft space above. I can feel the wintry cold air of the room extinguishing the sweat on my fully exposed neck. All my energy is used up, we just finished filming weekly idol prior to our tight schedule promoting our newest album ‘who am I’.  I stare blankly at the chalky surface of the ceiling, averse of closing my eyes since I still haven’t changed my clothes. All the other members went straight to their rooms most of them are probably snoring dead since we only get four hours of sleep until we have to wake up and start again tomorrow. I hear someone approach me with the sound of slippers tapping against the wooden surface of the floor. The pattern of its light step is none other than…a face swiftly appears upside down with cat-like eyes in line with my own. Without surprise it was Chanshik.

“Hyung, you OK?” he breathe. I can see the creases in between his eyebrows and the concern still stare of his eyes. He’s too close, I think quietly.

“I’m OK.” I intone pretty conscious of the pitchless quality of my voice. I immediately sit up, but I can still feel his stare piercing my back until I hear him walking away quietly. Gong Chanshik, my dongsaeng and B1A4’s adorable maknae. I notice recently that he’s all grown up, grown up to be really handsome, ridiculously too handsome in my opinion.

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