By Zephyria ―Our Tae-kyung must have been busy and tired, but what’s the reason why my mood is getting shittier and shittier? Huh?
It was because I knew from experience that Sung Se-han’s voice becomes sweeter when he’s in a terrible mood.
“That’s….”
It would have been nice if Sung Se-han had thought of my feelings first.
Even if it was an obvious fact, I wanted to hear the explanation directly from his mouth, but was that too much to ask?
“What am I supposed to do about your temper?”
Does he even know that it’s even more fucked up to reveal ugly jealousy because he can’t control a single emotion?
How much am I wasting this short time to hear Sung Se-han’s voice on shit like this….
—Tae-kyung’s not easy today.
A cold laugh returned over the phone, which was held close to my ear.
—You’re not acting like this because of those tattered photos, are you? Surely you’re not that irrational, are you?
His light, breezy tone fanned the flames in my head. Unable to soothe the boiling inside, I bit my lip until it bled.
“Why do you have to talk like that?”
Because he can’t even fathom how much damage the fact that Sung Se-han has a dating rumor with someone else does to me.
He’s talking like that because he doesn’t know how big the existence of Sung Se-han has become inside me.
From the start, that bastard probably doesn’t like me with as much anxiety as I like him.
My heart heats up and my blood turns cold several times a day because of the existence of Sung Se-han. If that bastard knew even a millionth of my anxiety, he would never be able to criticize me.
“Sung Se-han, you wouldn’t care even if I had a dating rumor with someone else. Because you’re so full of reason. Right?”
Suddenly, a silence descended over the phone as if no one was there. I endured the heavy silence, looking at my pale face in the mirror.
—Tae-kyung, I think you’re crossing the line right now.
His voice, devoid of affection or softness, was just dry. The thought that this was better made me suddenly let out a hollow sigh.
“I knew it. You always put your feelings first. If you had thought about my feelings….”
—Yeah. That’s right.
My heart was struck again by his inconsiderate, cold tone.
—I’m my top priority. So, behave. And don’t make me feel like shit by avoiding contact again, because I won’t stand for it.
What…? Sung Se-han, what did you just say? I blinked blankly, missing the timing to answer.
“What…?”
The call had ended unilaterally.
I stood there for a moment with the phone to my ear before slowly lowering my arm. My hand lost strength, and I almost dropped the phone.
“Ah, shit…!”
Lost and not knowing what to do, I looked around and staggered to the wall chair.
“What did I do wrong….”
Thud. As I slumped into the chair, it felt like my body was sinking into the ground.
What the hell did I do wrong? Why do I have to hear these words from Sung Se-han?
My heart has never rested from thinking about Sung Se-han every single day.
I’m running towards him so hard that smoke is coming from my legs. The road wasn’t easy either.
“Am I not even allowed to be jealous…?”
Do I just have to endure everything and always have a smiling face? Like an NPC, should I not show any emotions and only move for Sung Se-han’s sake…?
“Why should I have to do that?”
I’m a person with emotions too. No matter how important Sung Se-han is, I can’t neglect myself and throw everything away.
My eyes were sore as if they were bloodshot, so I pressed hard on my eyelids. The rough breathing was annoying, so I closed my mouth, but my chest felt tight.
“Hah.”
I couldn’t just sit still, so I jumped up.
Even though I wandered around the practice room like a madman, I couldn’t calm down at all.
“The others will be here soon….”
Unable to face the members in this state, I ran out of the practice room. And I ran to the bathroom and filled the sink with water.
Splash. I submerged my head in it and endured it for a long time. I thought I should cool my head first to find my lost reason.
But no matter how long I waited, nothing changed.
No, it felt like I was falling deeper and deeper into a maze.
Because everything was new.
The difficult emotions from liking him too much, the painful jealousy, were all new to me. I don’t have any scenarios for what to do in these situations. What should I do now?
“Ha… fuck.”
I couldn’t stand myself getting more and more pathetic.
“Hey, Sung Se-han!”
Song Woo-shin, who was running down the hallway with all his might, shouted loudly.
“Se-han! Just a minute…!”
He barely managed to grab Sung Se-han, who was about to get on the elevator, but he was out of breath and couldn’t speak properly.
“Huff, huff! I told you to wait! Where are you going right now… Haa, I’m gonna die!”
“I told you I had something to do.”
Sung Se-han shook off Song Woo-shin’s hand and got on the elevator. Song Woo-shin, who hurriedly followed, blocked the elevator door.
“If you’re going to go, knock me down and go. Otherwise, you can’t go anywhere, got it?”
Sung Se-han, with his hands in his Black Jeans, tilted his head slightly.
“Then there’ll be an article about it. Is that okay? Why are you trying to make a big deal out of it?”
“Hey! You bad son of a bitch!”
Unable to hold back, Song Woo-shin grabbed Sung Se-han by the collar.
“We still have two interviews and a photoshoot left, who’s going to clean up the mess if you just leave! Aren’t you tired of all the rumors about discord? Why are you so selfish? Why don’t you think about the members even a little bit?”
“That’s the problem.”
As soon as Sung Se-han gripped his wrist tightly, Song Woo-shin groaned and released his collar. And he took a few steps back from the force pushing his shoulder.
“I’m already doing my best as a perfect member, so why are you demanding more and more? This is different from what we agreed on.”
Sung Se-han, frowning unpleasantly, straightened his crumpled Black Shirt.
“Hey, that’s…!”
When Sung Se-han acts like this, Song Woo-shin has nothing to say. From the start, it was he who guaranteed that if they debuted and worked as the same team, he wouldn’t bother him.
“Se-han, if you keep skipping scheduled events, your image will get worse. Don’t you know that in the last article, there was talk that you don’t seem to have any affection for Perfect, and the fans were shaken?”
“Oh, why is that? I have plenty of affection.”
Sung Se-han, who answered casually, checked the watch on his wrist. Seeing the look in Sung Se-han’s eyes, which were slightly more agitated than usual, it seemed like something had happened. But today, before an important shoot, he couldn’t let Sung Se-han go easily.
“I know you have affection for the team.”
From behind Song Woo-shin, an announcement that they had arrived on the 2nd basement floor rang out. At the same time as Sung Se-han, who had been leaning against the mirror with one shoulder, straightened his body, Song Woo-shin blocked the door.
“Se-han, as the team leader, I’m asking you. Finish the interview and the photoshoot before you go.”
“Hyung should protect me since he’s the leader.”
A long arm reached out and patted Song Woo-shin’s shoulder. In the end, he couldn’t stop Sung Se-han from getting off the elevator.
“Hey, Se-han. Then….”
Seeing his chilling smile, he knew it was already over for today. It was more comfortable to accept that it would be difficult to hold Sung Se-han back with an interview or a photoshoot.
“How long will your errand take? I can delay the photoshoot time? If you say you won’t come out of your personal studio….”
Following Sung Se-han, who was heading to his car, Song Woo-shin racked his brains as much as he could.
“The reporter is your fan, so they’ll wait for you, Se-han.”
“Just don’t wait.”
“Fine! Do whatever you want. It’s only your image that’s going to get worse anyway! What loss is it to me….”
Song Woo-shin, who was pounding his chest in frustration, inadvertently turned around. And the moment he saw the person getting out of the car that had just finished parking, his face lit up.
“Robin Hyung!”
At Song Woo-shin’s shout, Sung Se-han, who was opening the driver’s seat door, turned around.
“Why is Woo-shin out here?”
Kang Robin, with one hand in his Beige Chino Pants pocket, strode over. Song Woo-shin bowed politely and smiled awkwardly.
“I was just having a little chat with Se-han.”
Kang Robin, who had passed Song Woo-shin, quickly walked towards Sung Se-han.
Song Woo-shin lowered his head to hide his twitching lips. The only people who could control Sung Se-han were President and Kang Robin, and he didn’t know how fortunate it was that they had run into each other now.
“I have something to do.”
Sung Se-han, who had one arm on the car door, checked his wristwatch again.
“I’ll talk to you when I get back.”
“Let’s talk a bit before you go.”
Kang Robin, who was leaning crookedly with his hands in his pockets, pointed to the elevator with his chin.
“Follow me.”
“I’m busy.”
“Sung Se-han.”
Kang Robin blocked Sung Se-han, who was about to get into the driver’s seat. Sung Se-han, who tilted his head slightly, gave a faint smile.
“Hyung, I’m busy.”
“Cool your head.”
Kang Robin pressed his index finger on Sung Se-han’s forehead.
“I’m stopping you because it’s obvious that going in this state will make the situation worse.”
Sung Se-han covered his forehead with his palm and roughly swept back his hair.
“What’s wrong with my state?”