He screamed in my face.

I've never been the same since. 

When Kyungsoo grabs the mic, all he wishes for is the clamping up of his vocal chords.

It would've been perfect. 

So perfect that the whole campus would be awed. 

Chanyeol would be at the drums, banging away with his cheeky grin. Then Yixing would be on the keyboard with Baekhyun right beside him, the piano keys pressed under his slender fingers. Suho would quietly play the red bass - a scary reflection of his deep-voiced self that hid in the background - alongside the electric guitar player, Tao. There were three dancers that taught hip hop classes down the street named Jongin, Sehun and Minseok; they would be dancing downstage and wooing the audience. Kris would've been flirting with the cello that somehow managed to fit into every song we've played. Jongdae and Luhan would be belting high notes for all to hear, their melodious voices floating through the air and making girls faint. Then there would've been me, singing along and trying my best to hit the high notes with my signature heart shaped smile plastered across my face.

The illusion shattered once he started shouting. 

"Dammit, I can't hear a single thing you're singing!" he shouted. 

Jongdae frowned. "I was really clear, Kris. I don't think-" 

"I didn't mean you, Jongdae." the tall blonde interjected. His scowl and deepening eyebrows were pointed in one direction. "I meant him." with a jerk of his chin, all eyes landed on the unfortunate soul. There were looks of disapproval, of anger, of frustration. But there were no looks of sympathy, of warmth, or of pity. 

Right, cause it's always my fault.