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Wonhee x Keonho
"I looked through my eyes and all I saw was you".
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My day began as usual. Waking up by 4am, dragging myself out of bed, activity after activity. Comeback periods are always so stressful. A pillow is flung in my direction.
"Hurry we'll be late" Martin screams at me. Having roommates is definitely an experience.
We hop into the van and head towards the company. I can only still think of my bed. The members gossip about some idol who was caught with his girlfriend. I couldn't care less about any of that and napped away. Another stressful day awaits me.
We arrive at the company and get down from the van. Our manager struggles to get something out of the back seat.
"What's in here, a body?" I joke dryly as I helped him lift the bag out of the car.
From the corner of my eye, I can see a taxi pull up at the entrance of the hybe building. A female figure chaotically sprints out of it.
"I wonder who that is" I mutter to myself. "We're heading up first, take your time" the members tell me, after helping the manager with the load.
My feet drag on the floor, as I head towards the elevator. Luckily for me, it's empty.
"Finally something good" I think, satisfactorily.
A hand presses the button first. I look towards my right and our eyes meet briefly. We quickly both look away.
"Good morning Noona" I say before we awkwardly enter the elevator. No response.
The elevator ride must've been the most quiet few seconds of my life. We scrunched as far away from each other on the opposite sides of the walls. If possible, I'm sure we'd be absorbed into the wall itself.
She seems quite tensed up. Meeting in passing at schedules with our groups is more comfortable. I can't remember ever being alone with her. I try to make small talk.
"Not quite sure, but I think I saw your Taxi pull up at the entrance. I thought you'd have headed up by now" I say.
"Oh my purse fell to the ground and my stuff pour-" she begins to respond nervously before the elevator opens and she frantically rushes out. I wonder what's going on. Surely, I'm not that boring.
I push the button for the floor above me and head towards where the members are. They whisper among themselves as I walk in. Juhoon shoves his phone in my face.
"Have you seen this?" I read the headlines
"Wonhee Videoed Screaming At PD of Upcoming Variety Show 'Wonhee is 20'."
"Sounds fake. She wouldn't do that" I say to him, lowering his phone from my face. The memory of her scurrying around flashes through my mind.
"Could this be why" I think to myself.
"Looks pretty real to me. Have you watched the video" Juhoon adds.
"There's a video?" I gasp, as I snatch his phone from him and click play.
"You son of a bitch. Who do you think you are? Are you even qualified to be a PD? You're so useless". She throws an ipad at the ground "I'm an idol you know, not whatever you think I am. How dare you-"
I pause the video and give his phone back to him.
Soooooo? Looks pretty real right? Juhoon says.
Well we don't know the full story? I retort.
"With the way you're already defending her, might as well be her lawyer" James teases.
"Whatever" I pout.
"I want to get back the tripod that Source Music trainee borrowed from us yesterday"
"Just let manager-nim get it" James says.
"I just want to take a walk to shake off the sleepiness. I won't take long" I say.
"Alright then. Don't forget dance practice, though" James agrees.
I get on the now packed elevator and someone stops on Belift's floor. The door opens briefly but I can see Wonhee running towards the stairs with tears in her eyes. The doors close, while my phone gets a notification; article links from Juhoon.
'Wonhee's Variety Show Cancelled'.
'Illits It's Me Music Show Promotion Resumption Postponed Until Further Notice'.
"Remember we have dance practice by 10am". Juhoon doesn't forget to mention, after casually dropping the scandal links. He's such a diva.
I check the time and it's just a little over 8. I can still make it. A little derailing won't hurt. I push the button, get off on the next floor and head straight to the stairs, where she probably is.
As I open the door, I hear sobs and see a figure crouched down on the next floor of the stairs. I sit down by the door, worried I'd make a sound. Her phone keeps going off with calls and notifications. Faster than she could silence them. She finally picks a call.
"Eomma it's a misunderstanding" she blubbered through her tears.
"That's not the full video. I mean yes the video is real, but all the context was edited out."
"Why aren't you asking me how I feel? You're my mom. Don't you trust me?" She cries, cuts the call, turns off her phone and hurries down the stairs.
The time on my phone glares at me; 8:41. I can still make it for practice. I follow her quietly step after step. Where could she be going in this state? She reaches the last floor, holds the door handle, but waits for some minutes before opening the door.
I stay with her in silence. She looks really scared and sad. I have no choice but to check if she's alright. I mean she clearly isn't, so where could she be going to, with her phone turned off? The door is finally opened and every eye is on her. Murmurs cloud the air of the hybe building reception.
She sprints outside and hails a taxi. I rush after her, checking my phone once more; 9:32. I glance at her about to enter the taxi and look back at the company building. Without thinking much, a taxi is hailed down for myself too.
"Don't loose sight of that taxi" I plead to my driver.
"I guess I'll miss practice today" I sigh.