For Des. XMAS gift. posted on AFF too. / BG music: Dalamtian songs
Music BG: Dalmatian playlist
Eunkwang loves attention. He tends to overdo things and it just flows as a natural character out of him. Maybe he needed to tone it down but for now it’s a part of his charms. And when fans want a piece of them, he didn’t need to do what was expected ~ his smile, waves, and all other forms of skinship were given generously. Well, ofcourse with their managers’ consent and limitation, but when he gets to be alone he’d give what he has to offer. Fans, they are an important part of the path he chose.
And there are just two kinds of fan, basing it on his own experience. First, the shy-type who’d forever regret things they didn’t do to get close and second, the hype-type who gets to be scary most times. So, he kind of not expected to actually meet a “calm” fan. He can’t label her as shy nor hype – she’s good in between. She calmly asking for directions and taking a picture of him from a good distance was nice. He can’t quite think of a good word to fit it but NICE is…nice.
He did his routine when they went up on stage to perform: checked if everyone’s in place and ready, gave a knowing look to their manager, and did his stance. But his eyes were roaming, knowing that the anonymous fan girl was somewhere in the crowd, watching. Anonymous- for he forgot to check out her twitter name when she posted his picture. Just maybe, he’s still concerned if she was able to find her way- it’s a foreign country and~~~ he almost missed the cue beat.
He didn’t feel any nervousness, he was just unexplainably excited.
Disappointed. Not because of their performance, they always do great, but he wasn’t able to see her. There were hundreds of people and she wasn’t the hype-type. Was it her smile? Confidence travelling alone? It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal but he finds her interesting.
And having the rest of the day free, he dragged one of his members to accompany him. They’re not that tired to take the train back home.
Dragging Peniel was the right choice. Eunkwang can easily pacify the kid with bribes of snacks and home cooked American food. Peniel’s comfortable with skinship, less scared of fans, and he honestly needs his English skills. It’s not like he’s going to talk with her, it’s just “just in case” he needs to. And he doesn’t really know why he’s doing this. Good thing, Peniel didn’t ask more as he enjoys the chocolate bars that Eunkwang gave him which were technically from their fans. Eunkang can apologize about it later.
Trolling her twitter account made it easier to know where she was, though she’s not exactly saying where but her posted pictures did. And she was really at their performance earlier; he saw a picture of him doing the new jack swing. He let out a quiet laugh.
Curiosity got him here…and he’s not scared, he’s a duck anyway. Or a monkey. While Peniel’s a dog.
Finally, Eunkwang saw her, surrounded with a couple of friends laughing at whatever was on her camera. Maybe a video of him. He pulled Peniel just in time before the train doors closed and they did pretty well hiding their identities again.
The train was a bit crowded and Eunkwang was able to worm his way closer to them, spying on what they were watching. It was a blurry shot but he recognized the “Wow” dance steps and it was focused on him. Peniel’s no use really since she was talking in a different language with her friends. Eunkwang can catch a few English words, but still doesn’t make sense. But he smiles when he hears his or BToB names plus a giddy action from them.
Should he approach them? Maybe if she was alone, he will. He feels like he was back in highschool trying to get to know a crush.
It wasn’t a long train ride but they already missed their stop and he just gave Peniel an eye-signal “just shut up and I’ll explain later”. Peniel gave him a knowing smile, grinning wild, a tease coming. Eunkwang would take it all later. But for now, they followed them out the train and out the cold Seoul night. Eunkwang and Peniel followed them till the stoplight. Lips curving slightly, laughing at himself and whatever he’s doing. The red light came on and Eunkwang raised his phone for a quick shot.
He knew its better not to approach them. For now. Maybe in the future, a near future he’d get to meet her on a different situation. A better one and not like some creep stalker. He followed them with his eyes until they turned a corner and disappeared. He hailed for a cab and tackled Peniel for his phone for he was already telling the boys about his lil’ adventure.
It was his turn to use their twitter account, though they don’t really have a schedule on it, he hasn’t uploaded anything for a while. Eunkwang chose to upload the picture he took across a street, where their billboard was displayed. He loved the play of the city lights on it and the busy people crossing the streets added flavor.
And as much as fan trolls, fan stalks, fan ninjas (sometimes), Eunkwang, an idol, does that too.
So, knowing she was online was the perfect time to say “Hello” by adding a tweet on the pic: If you’re lost, look for me.”
It wasn’t hard to miss her reply: “LOL. nyeta ako yan eh!”
“AISH!” Eunkwang cursed, hating every translation site being so unhelpful.
(For Des, just had a moment of vice versa thought of your subway experience)
Eunkwang needed to hurry. He’s gone home to visit his parents and now he’s running late for an interview – what’s a group without the leader? Not that he’s full of himself but he needed to control his members, like the 3 maknaes who would be pretty hype and Minhyuk who’d also be too strict, and he’d definitely get a kick if he’s not there.
“Aish.” He sighed.
He took the subway train. It’s not the busy buzz anyway, and most times he’s still unrecognizable without his makeup. A cap and casual clothing will do for a not-so-obvious disguise.
He got in the train, the seats were all taken and a few were standing. He lowered his cap and checked on his mobile phone that had gone off too many times.
He didn’t pay much attention to anyone but a girl that kept on sighing bothered him. He looked up a bit, still trying to conceal his face and observed her.
A foreigner, definitely asian by her features. She was looking on a map and on the train signs, comparing it probably? She was chewing on her lower lip and kept on brushing her hair with her fingers. She then stepped forward towards an old smiling lady and asked about directions. Well, she was asking in English, so she was lightly ignored.
She sighed again and stepped back on the railing she was holding onto. Her facial expressions were now changing from concern, to frustration, to a hint of fear. It was definitely fear when the train stopped on a station. She didn’t step down but clutched the map more tightly.
A good thing he can understand English and can converse passably. It won’t hurt to help and if ever they can’t understand each other, he can ask someone who can speak English fluently then.
He cleared his throat, “Do you need help?”
Of course her initial reaction was to jump back, grip her bag, and be apprehensive. As for his initial response: offended, but it was all clearly natural. He tried to show a lip smile, still covering his eyes.
“Y-yeah.” She replied, maybe hearing a familiar language made her at ease. “I just need to know if I’m still on the right track to get off this train station and get to this location?” She showed the crumpled map and pointed on her destination. It was just around the Music Bank location so he was familiar with it.
“Ah yeah~” Eunkwang nodded, “Yes, this is the right train. I’m getting off on that station too.” And he pointed which streets to take to get to her end.
“Oh, wow.” She let out a relieved sigh and smiled. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” He also smiled, “The next stop is ours.” She nodded.
He felt good with that simplest act of kindness and extended it by leading her to the train map and showed her some easy exits and routes.
“Thank you. Kamsahamnida.” She bowed awkwardly but cutely.
He laughed a little and took a step back, waving once and turned to run up the exit stairs. He looked back when he got on top of the stairs and she was still there, smiling and checking on her phone. Eunkwang shrugged and hailed for a cab.
“Hyung!” Peniel called Eunkwang urgently. “Hyung, look!” Peniel was raising Ilhoon’s iPad and he can see a twitter page on it.
“Yeah?” Eunkwang was trying to figure how to get his bowtie in place. He’s in a mess trying to dress up quickly.
“Did you just take the train?” Peniel raised the iPad to his eye level. “Our account was mentioned and I luckily got to see this picture amidst the crazy tweets.”
Eunkwang was surprised to see his self on the picture, it was on the top of the stairs and he was looking down, almost directly to the one who took the picture. And the twitter pic also had a message: “Thank you for helping me out! Imma cheer on you later on your performance!”
Eunkwang gave a hearty laughed, leaving Peneil confused, but was damn blasted again because of his bowtie.
Part 1(Use your imagination please~5 year old Henry and Ilhoon here)/ (For my aegi friend Kat)
It was nap time…but little Kat and Henry were giggling in their separate sleeping bags and their teacher needed to shush them for the nth time. If only Henry would stop doing the bloated-fish-expression, Kat would definitely hush down.
She’d been crying the whole time of their recess when the new kid consistently poked her. The transferee, whose family moved in from another city, chose to always bother Kat. But she was nice enough to be patient and asked Henry to be friendly as well; they just drew the new kid’s face as a monstrous walrus with colorful whiskers.
It was after a week when they told their teacher about Ilhoon’s behavior, he kept teasing Kat about her cheeks and kept on poking it.
“Ilhoonie, what do you think Kat feels when you poke her face?” Their teacher asked him, while Henry was consoling Kat. The three kids standing in front of their teacher’s desk. “See her face? It’s red already.”
“H-he also pinched me!” Kat blurted in between her sobs and her bestfriend puffing his cheeks, eyes staring holes at Ilhoon.
“Ilhoon?” The teacher called for the boy’s attention who was just staring at the ground, shifting weight on his feet. He slowly looked up blinking his eyes and chewing on his lower lip. “Can I ask why did you do that?”
“Uhm,” Ilhoon stalled, “She’s…her cheeks are so FLUFFY!”
Kat automatically covered her cheeks with her palms, now also digging holes on Ilhoon’s face.
The teacher tried not to laugh so hard. “Still, that is no reason to do that. Boys should respect girls. Would you like someone to do that to you too?”
Ilhoon shook his head.
“What will you say to Kat?”
“I’m sorry?” Ilhoon said looking on the board behind their teacher.
“Please tell that to Kat.” Their teacher smiled, blocking his view and gesturing her hand to face the little girl.
Ilhoon sighed and stopped moving, he looked at Kat, then Henry who was still digging holes with his chinky eyes, then back to Kat again, “I’m sorry.”
“And?” Their teacher encouraged him to say more.
“And~,” Ilhoon gave a few seconds of thinking, “I hope we can be friends.”
Kat and Henry looked at each other, an addition to their group?
Henry just shrugged, letting her decide.
“O-okay.” Kat sobbed but smiled at the same time. And for being good kids and friends, their teacher gave them candies to share and asked them to play in the playground.
But not without Ilhoon poking Kat’s cheek again and doing the same thing to Henry, out of the teacher’s sight, of course.
“Yah!” They both yelled at the laughing Hyena Ilhoon. “What’s that for?!”
“What? Can’t friends do that?” Ilhoon continued laughing, and the other two joined in.
“Of course they can!” Kat exclaimed, a week of being poked at forgotten as the light bulb of playful idea pinged. “Right, Henry?”
It didn’t take Henry a blink to get what she meant, so as for Ilhoon who started backing away from them.
The nap time that afternoon was then filled with snoring three little kids, who were smiling in their dreams.
I’m missing the simple life.
(Use your imagination please~5 year old Henry and Ilhoon here)/ (For my aegi friend Kat)
When Little Kat was attacked by the bug as big as her favorite jumbo eraser, she ran around their classroom trying to shake it off from her hair. But the most menacing insect she ever encountered in her life was just as hard headed as her, it won’t budge.
“Bug! Bug! Bug!” She cried, almost in the verge of tears.
Most of her classmates in the small kindergarten room ran away from her and only one had the courage to help her.
“Stop Moving!” A boy commanded and she immediately listened.
Kat covered her face with her hands as she sobbed; feeling the creepy insect digging its way to her scalp, but it was soon gone. Somebody then shook her lightly and she carefully peeked between her fingers.
Henry, the quiet one, was her savior. And he was holding the bug too close to her face.
“AHHH!” She screamed and took a step back picking up a random book, raising it up her head, ready to strike.
Henry then protected the bug between his hands, “It doesn’t bite.” He pouted, staring at her strangely.
“B-but…it’s SCARY!” She exclaimed, looking only at his close hands.
He let out a sigh, “Follow me.” Kat didn’t move. “I won’t let it go, I promise.” He smiled a little.
She nodded and gently dropped the book before following him out their classroom. The other kids were playing catch and they dodge their way to the mini-garden.
Henry crouched down in front of a big-leafy plant and placed the bug on top of it. Kat kept her distance but slowly took steps forward and also crouched down when he gave him an assuring smile.
“We are bigger than the bug.” Henry shook the leaf a bit and the bug slid down, “See? Nothing to be scared of…”
Kat nodded and smile. They watched as the bug crawled aimlessly and disappeared before standing up, brushing the dirt from their clothes. She felt something in one of her pockets and pulled out a lollipop which she offered to Henry.
Henry took it and happily peeled the cover and ate it, smiling – losing his eyes behind his puffy cheeks. Now, there’s no more a quiet boy in their classroom and a cute friendship started…
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It was big and scary ~ it’s that green monster again…
Ilhoon woke up panting. It almost got him in his dreams, its wide finger-less hands about to grasp the whole of him and he was running endlessly for dear life.
He was just glad to wake up but scared to close his eyes again. He pulled the covers up to his chest quietly, curling his body on his bed and hugged his iPad. The light snores of his groupmates made him feel safe.
“Still sleepy, Ilhoonie?” Eunkwang sat beside him on the floor. They haven’t started practice yet but he had been yawning non stop.
“Nightmares again, hyung.” A yawn escaped and he leaned back on the mirrored wall, pulling his knees up to his chin to rest on it.
The leader then placed a hand on the top of his head and massaged it lightly, concern all over his face. “Maybe I should tell this to manager-hyung, no?”
Ilhoon shook his head and managed a tired smile. “I’ll be fine.”
Eunkwang was apprehensive but gave in after seeing an effort for an eye smile from him, “Okay. But I’ll be watching you.”
Ilhoon nodded and dozed off.
It got him this time, a hand and a leg wrapped up in a gooey-sticky mess. He was screaming for help but to no avail. He cried, kicked, tried to pull himself~ and the green monster was nearer…step by step…
He screamed out loud, waking the other members. Eunkwang helping him to get down from his bunk to his own bed.
The next night, Eunkwang gave him some hot milk to help him sleep. He let him stay on his bed again and the others were inviting him too.
“Ilhoonie, you can watch with us up here on my bed.” Peniel invited him while Sungjae was trying to figure out where to squeeze Ilhoon on Peniel’s pretty normal-messed up bed.
“I’m good here.” Ilhoon finished his glass of milk and settled himself between Eunkwang and the wall.
“Yah Peniel, lower down the volume of that movie if you can’t use earphones.” Minhyuk knocked on his bed to warn Peniel.
“Sure, hyung.” Peniel answered but not really bothered to do it.
“What are you watching anyway?” Minhyuk then asked.
“Paranormal 3!” Sungjae exclaimed from the top bunk, causing Hyunsik and Changsub to shush him. “Sorry!”
“But you already saw that yesterday?” Eunkwang said, watching Ilhoon trying to get some sleep.
“It was part 2, hyung.” Sungjae answered.
“I see.” The leader said. “Still, lower the volume. The sounds creep me out.”
And as soon as the lights were dimmed and it was only Peniel’s laptop as the base of a nightlight, the other members were soon on dreamland.
But as for Ilhoon, it was another visit from the green-gooey monster.
“Peniel, you guys were too loud…again.”Minhyuk complained. They were all on their way to an interview and Ilhoon was the only one slacked mouth, dozing off.
“Sorry hyung, but it was really scary!” Sungjae then tattled excitedly.
Then a realization hit their leader. “How many nights have you been watching scary movies?” Eunkwang asked his dongsaengs.
“For a week now?” Peniel said, “We’re watching Walking Dead in between…”
Eunkwang was silent for a minute. “I got it.”
It’s almost a week that Ilhoon’s been having nightmares. As soon as the bad dream starts he won’t be able to get back to sleep and that also makes Eunkwang miss some more hours of rest since he needed to look out for Ilhoon.
But for tonight he’s positive they’d get some decent sleep.
“You two what are you watching tonight?” Eunkwang asked Peniel and Sungjae as they settled on Peniel’s bunk.
“The last two episode for Walking Dead, why?” Sungjae asked.
“Watch this first.” The leader handed them a Pororo video.
“Seriously, hyung?” Peniel was about to laugh but changed his mind, seeing Eunkwang’s eyes getting smaller. “Okay.” He then set up the CD and the Pororo theme song started playing.
Ilhoon was already sprawled on Eunkwang’s bed, cuddling his knees up to his chest. And even in his sleep he looked tired, dark circles much morevisible without make-up.
“What are you up to?” Minhyuk asked, standing beside their leader, looking at Ilhoon as well.
“Wait.” Eunkwang simply answered. Peniel and Sungjae also looked at Ilhoon who was now starting to straighten his body. Hyunsik and Changsub oblivious to whatever’s happening since they’re already asleep.
The Pororo charaters started singing again and Eunkwang instructed Peniel to turn the volume of his laptop louder.
They were surprised when Ilhoon responded, his worried-look started to disappear and a small smile forming on his sleep. Cheeks puffing and lips continued twitching to a smile.
Eunkwang breathed, “Finally.” He and Minhyuk simultaneously looked at the culprits that caused them some sleepless nights. The other two apologizing loudly causing Changusb to curse them and Hyunsik throwing pillows.
Peniel and Sungjae had been apologizing non-stop till the next day while Ilhoon was back being bubbly and naggy.
What Ilhoon wants, Ilhoon gets.
No hassle, no effort. A mystery for him but who cares. Well, somebody will get on the bottom of this soon.
“Hyung, I want some Haagen Dazs.” Ilhoon pouted towards Peniel, and hugged his precious green iGuy.
“I just to have to finish this with Sungjae~” Peniel looked at him, then to his mobile phone that just went off. Peniel quickly stood up and pulled Sungjae with him, ears getting red. “Araseo, I’ll get you a pint. I’ll be back soon Ilhoonie.”
“Hyung, what the~?” Sungjae was confused but when his phone went off and after seeing the message content, he smiled sweetly towards Ilhoon. “I’ll get you bags of chocolates too.”
Sungjae followed Peniel out their dorm, leaving Ilhoon with a satisfied smile.
Changseob’s most priced possession for now would be his Louis Vuitton belt but Ilhoon had been eyeing the belt since he laid eyes on it.
Ilhoon was just checking the quality of the belt when Changseob grabbed it from his hands, shaking his head. Ihoon pouted, blinking his eyes like a five-year old would do.
The older member got a mysterious call.
Ilhoon have been wearing the belt since then.
Ilhoon was playing the provided camera for their MTV Diary cover. Since he’s alone in the crammed piano room , he decided to shoot his favorite gadget, the iPad protected with an iGuy. He loves it, that green thing cover, soft and jellied. Sometimes he imagines it moves to even do the tapping for him.
And it just did.
Ilhoon blinked his eyes, twice, thrice. It’s still moving and was actually surfing the web on his iPad. What the F*?
Somebody then opened the door and he accidentally – half purposely shut the video camera off.
“Oi, Hyunsik-hyung, what’s up?” Ilhoon said, hiding his iPad even though he was scared to touch it.
“Ilhoonie~ I was looking for that camera, we need to pass some videos in an hour.” Hyunsik smiled his eye smile.
Ilhoon smiled too and handed him the video camera and hid his iPad inside his bag. His heart was beating so fast and he can feel beads of sweat on his face.
“You okay?” Hyunsik asked concerned. Ilhoon just nodded and excused himself out.
“Where’s Ilhoon?” Eunkwang asked the group when he got in their ‘chill-out’ room, followed by Minhyuk. All of the members were inside aside from Ilhoon.
“Nowhere to be found.” Hyunsik answered, “He kind of ran away after he handed me this broken video camera.”
“Good.” Eunkwang took a seat beside Peniel who’s looking on his phone disturbed, and so were the other boys except Hyunsik who was trying to fix the small screen slightly detached from the camera.
“Broken camera deducted from our paycheck is good?” Hyunsik raised an eyebrow but didn’t bother looking at their leader.
“I mean Ilhoon not here is good.” Eunkwang clapped his hand. “We have to talk.” He’s got everyone’s attention.
“We’re a group and we should always support one another, right?” Eunkwang started and the rest nodded.
“We got each other’s back, right?” They still nodded.
“Not a lot of secrets in between , right?”
“Just get to the point Eunkwang!” Sungjae said irritably.
Their leader let out a sigh, “So, who has been receiving text messages or videos from an unknown source and all comes down on granting Ilhoon’s wishes?”
Everyone raised their hands except Hyunsik.
“What? What’s happening?” Hyunsik asked, eyebrows meeting.
Minhyuk explained the weirdest situation and told his piece. “I’m not sure where they got that but me kissing that girl was really in a secluded private area.” And the rest told theirs as well.
“So, is this a blackmailing thing?” Hyunsik continued to probe.
“Most likely but Ilhoon cannot follow us all the time or even get those shots from a distance ~argh.” Peniel slumped his body back on the couch. “So, you’re still safe Hyunsik-hyung?”
“I-I guess so?” He answered. “Are those really hard core black-mailing stuffs?”
“Enough for millions of anti-fans or suspension.” Eunkwang smiled tiredly.
Hyusnsik whistled and stood up quickly, “He was a bit bothered earlier, I don’t know but maybe he was able to record something in this cam?”
They all waited for Hyunsik to set it up…and as soon as they finished watching the video, open mouthed, Hyunsik received his video message.
It’s bizarre and scary. That’s how they define the situation they are in and the only way to end it would be destroying that Green Monster.
"And I thought it was all because of my aegyo that they givin' me what I want~" Ilhoon rolled on his bed. He had a long day on it, watching his iPad work and the iGuy’s jelly hands guiding it on some details, cameras’ from all over Seoul following the other BtoB members movement. He’s amazed and terrified at the same time. It felt like that movie Eagle Eye… and before he closed his eyes to completely sleep he saw a video message sent to Hyunsik’s number. The video was really a private one.
The other 6 were now just outside the room, waiting for Ilhoon to sleep. They didn’t want to tell him their plans just incase he didn’t want to give up his iPad, it’s not that they don’t trust him~ they just don’t trust the green one.
As planned, Sungjae and Peniel held Ilhoon down as Eunkwang took the iPad, Minhyuk and Hyunsik ready to smash it. And as if it was really alive it flashed a page on the screen before the latter two got a chance to totally throw it on the floor and step on it.
Then all their mobile phones went off, receiving the same message the iPad flashed before it finally died down: Check the Web, your secrets out.
They all scrambled to get their own gadgets to check the internet, not satisfied with the phone only. Indeed, all their deep secrets were out and Ilhoon was the only one saved from this chaos.
Ilhoon woke up panting, he just had a bad dream. His iPad and it’s cover dominating their lives. He laughed at himself, picked up his green gadget bestfriend and turned it on. He turned it off before going to sleep for no reason. He then stood up to go to the bathroom, leaving the iPad…w/c was buffering something…
…on its own.
They took a bow, waved goodbyes, and headed out. It’s been a long tiring day of performances and the manager already called it a day.
But his was just starting. No time to rest for he found his next victim.
She was there looking up from the crowd, cheering with the rest, calling out the band’s name crazily. She was holding a “PenJae” banner and was trying to be noticed by her biases.
But it was Changsub who saw her, from his peripheral view she caught his attention. Of course, Changsub ignored her, only taking glimpse to memorize her features and take her smell from the crowd. It wasn’t that hard. She’s plain looking but her scent was unique with a mix of fear and doubt. Changsub likes that.
He ignored the other members’ in the car, chalking for sleepy. He opened the window, not wanting to lose her scent ~he smiled; she’s not too far away.
And as soon as they got home and the lights were off, Peniel sending his last tweet for the fans, he got ready. It was effortless and swift, just like any other night he had been out their dorm. He needs no disguise, a cap and a hooded jacket would do.
He got in the house as if the walls were water, her scent getting stronger as he gets closer. His blood pumping up as he glides nearer.
She was already asleep, snoring lightly with the buzz of the air-conditioner. He watched her closely first, the rise and fall of her chest, the slight tweaks of her eyes. He looked around her room, his eyes scanning quickly. A fangirl no doubt, banners and light sticks from earlier were scattered on her study table while her books were everywhere on the floor. He then took a step, kneeled on one knee to pick up a fancy notebook. A diary.
He flipped the pages, looking for something that will make him less guilty, probably. He read it, an entry of desperation and cries for help. The last one was about today, was all about PenJae and…him? An interesting journal entry about him being confusing.
He brought the diary with him and stood on the side of her bed. She was mumbling incoherent words, eyebrows meeting in between but was still in deep sleep. He crouched a little, face an inch away from her.
“Lemme take away your pain.” He whispered before placing a thumb on her chin and taking her lips on his.
Changsub had a good sleep, full and energized. A week without feeding was like a lifetime of fasting. He didn’t dwell much about what he did again. He needed it as much as he wanted it. And it’s for the greater good if he wanted to think about it that way.
“Yah, hyung. You had a good sleep?” Sungjae passed him a cup of coffee. “You look like you just had a good time~ if you know what I mean.” There was deep laugh after that.
“You kid!” Changsub had him on a head lock, “I’m just feeling so alive right now.”
“Good for you then.” Sungjae smiled, “Unlike that girl on the news who died last night. She was embracing her diary and it was like her soul was just sucked out of her, no signs of suicide but her entries said it all.”
“Oh, sad.” He took a sip of his coffee.
Sungjae pouted, “It’s just creepy she had PenJae signs all over her room, she could have been there last night.”
Changsub nodded solemnly but hid his smirk behind his cup of coffee.
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