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VIXX (Part 5) : Explain
What sins am I paying God?
Like, seriously, what did I do to deserve this?
The fans haven't stopped bothering us.
In fact, they're getting worser and worser.
And not just for me.
But for VIXX and of course...
For Kris and EXO.
I opened the news in the morning, and BAM.
That's all they were talking about.
The fans have gone in the SM building and broken some of the art sculptures in protest.
They have put glue in the guys hair-gel, so that their hair gets all messed up.
Hell, they've even tried putting rat poison in their coffee.
But, thankfully no one drank it. They realized it didn't look right. On account that it turned a sort of bluish color.
This is really getting out of control.
Like, should I start to fear for my life?
But, the worst that's happened to us is the fans retaliated, and throwed more rocks through my already broken window.
Resulting in the one next to it, getting shattered to pieces as well.
It's not even my room, but I'm still upset about it.
And the worst fact was, that they broke it in the middle of the night, while me and Leo were trying so desperately to sleep, and get some rest.
And I 'll tell you this, it is the most terrible thing, to be woken up by the cracking of glass.
Worst way to be woken up.
Especially, since your heart never stopped racing, in the first place.
Me and Leo were forced to crawl to the living-room in the darkness, and lay down on the lilac couches.
Not very comfortable, but safe at least...
And then I got a text.
It was by an unknown number.
It said :
Hey! R u ok? Bcs we sure rn't...do u know that a fan actually broke one of our van's windows and tried reaching in for me? But, thankfully, we drove away just in time. Got some scratches doe....How about u? R u hurt?! If u r, I'll come right over there!!! Kisses and Hugs from me and the rest of the group. Believe me or not, we miss u...a lot. Especially me...
XOXOXOXOX
Well...
Only one person could send me a message like that...
Kris.
But...I already had his number...did he change his phone?
Oh...celebrites.
I quickly added it to my contact list.
And then replied, trying to be as quiet as possible, since Leo was sleeping on the couch right to the side of me.
He looked like a peaceful little kitten...unlike last night.
He was really cold and worried last night...
I think he just didn't want to break down in front of me, in case I broke down too, and we ended up getting a rock straight on our skulls.
But....it wasn't very easy to type with my left hand.
Because I got shot in my left arm, I remember the doctor specifically tell me to not sleep on my left side for a couple of weeks, so I have to sleep on my right, which results in my right hand being squashed, which means I have to write with my unsquished left hand.
And it's not so easy.
Thank god for autocorrect.
I reply back to him :
Well...it depends what u mean by fine. We got a couple of windows broken by rocks, but none of us got physically hurt. So...I guess we're fine. How about you? Did the fans scratch u 2 much? I hope u'r ok...and didnt u already give me ur number? Did u change ur phone, or smthg? ;)
He answered back in less than a minute.
I didn't know he typed so fast.
Well, they weren't so bad...thnx for caring.. & yes. I had 2 change my num bcs the saesangs smhow hacked into my phone and started texting me about answers and things like that...did u say they throwed rocks? OMG!!! I'M COMING OVER THERE RIGHT NOW!!! IF THEY DARE HURT MY BABY...I'M GONNA PERSONALLY THROW THEM OUT!! :O >:O ^3^
What...?
Now they're hacking into our phones?
Great....
And did he just call me....'baby'?
Kris...
I facepalm and reply.
These have got to be the longest messages I ever typed in my whole life.
Apart from the one that I had to text sis, when she thought that I wrecked one of her albums.
It wasn't my fault...but I still had to pay for a new one...
Damn...that's rough...
& WHY DID U CALL ME BABY???
I'M A 17 YEAR OLD MAN!! I'M NOT YOUR BABY!!! >.<</strong>
2 seconds flat.
I got an answer back in 2 seconds.
What is he an A.I. or something?
I love u!!! >3<<br> stay safe...ok? ^3^
xxoxoxoxox
Aww...
That actually kind of makes me feel better...thanks Kris...
I love that guy...
Of course, I'd never tell him that...
Just as I'm about to turn around and stare at the back of the couch again, trying to fall asleep, I get another text.
What? Did he forget to tell me something?
OH, Red!! My manager just informed me about smthg really important!! we're gonna have a press conference today at 9:00 in the morning. We're gonna clear up this mess with the fans. R u ok with coming along? We're just gonna say what's truly going on between us...ok?
>.< xoxoxo
What?
A press conference?
I've never even went into a press conference ROOM, let alone an actual press conference!
But...
If it's to clear up all this mess with the fans...
But...wait...
Does that mean that we're gonna have too...
Say the truth?
That he...
Loves me?
If we do that, then they're definetely gonna want to rip my head off, later.
I'm gonna be the Bias Stealer.
Or at least something like that.
But I have to go...I don't want to fear for mine and my friends well-being...
And plus, this IS all my fault....so, I'm the one who's gonna put it right.
Ok...I'll come along...but, Kris...?
Doesn't that mean that we're gonna have to say the truth about us?
>_<"
I anxiously wait for his answer.
My screen flashes, after 2 minutes.
He really thought about it.
Let's see what we're gonna do.
Well...
OF COURSE NOT!!! >.<
DO U WANNA DIE ON THE SPOT??!! NO..NO...We're just gonna say that we're best friends and nothing more...ok..?
I'm sorry, cupcake..we can't tell them the truth...wish I could. But, they will most definetely KILL US...love u! See u at 9:00! ^3^
9:00?
I look at the clock in the kitchen.
That's in one hour.
I sit up, and look around the dark living room.
Everyone is still sound asleep...
Should I wake them up, and tell them?
Nah...they had a pretty rough night themselves...
Better let them rest...I'll leave a note.
I get up and tip-toe to my room, to find some clothes.
I cautiously look out the window.
Seriously? Don't these girls have a life?
Apparently not.
The fans have actually set up tents in front of the Jellyfish building...and directly under my window.
Great.
Just great.
God knows, how the hell Kris will drive through here and pick me up...
Oh, I just remembered I didn't text him my reply...
Stupid...
I quickly grab a black tank-top, and some black leather jeans.
As I wear my clothes in a hurry, I text Kris.
Ok. See u at 9:00. & DON'T CALL ME WIERD NICKNAMES!!! >.<</strong>
As I'm about to click send, I remember to ask him where to wait for the car.
Oh, and where do I wait 4 the car? Bcs the fans have kind of set a camp in front of the building.... >-<'
Then I click send.
I pocket my phone.
Just as I finish putting on my boots, I hear a soft knock on my door.
"Red? Can I come in?"
It's Leo.
My buddy.
The only one who knows the whole truth.
"Sure." I call out to him, as I get up from the bed.
He carefully walks in.
His hair is all over the place, and his clothes are crumpled up.
He's smiling at least.
"Good morning...how are you feeling? You holding up, ok?"
Oh, Leo. He's acting like my mum. I don't mind though...I like the feeling of having someone to trust, and truthfully talk to.
Just as I'm about to open my mouth to answer, my phone vibrates in my pocket.
I sigh, but take it out, to see what Kris answered.
Oh, well..we'll be waiting down in the basement. The fans don't know how to get there, don't worry. But...do u know how to get there? Maybe u could get smone 2 tell u? What about Leo? He seems to be a good friend of your's...he probably knows the way. Try asking him.
^3^ xoxoxo -_-'
Oh, yeah. That basement. I remember how me and Leo had to zig-zag to get down there.
I can't possibly get there on my own. I probably will need his help.
Ok. I'll ask him. See u soon.
Just...try not to die along the way, ok?
-.-' xoxo
I pocket my phone, and sigh.
Leo's is just standing there with a confused look on his face.
When I look at him, he smiles though.
"Is there something wrong?" he curiously asks.
I stroke my imaginary beard, and then sigh again, while looking at Leo.
"Leo...can you do me a favour?"
There it is.
The glorious EXO van. Inside, wait Kris and the chaffeur that drove me home that day.
Kris gets out from the left backseat, and comes and opens the right door, for me to get in.
Gentleman.
I thank Leo for bringing me, and hug him goodbye. Afterwards, I head for the open car door. With my red backpack hanging from my one shoulder, and my sunglasses resting in place, I feel like a celebrity.
Leo just waves goodbye and smiles at Kris.
Kris, grins back and gives him a thumbs up, as a way of saying thank you.
I get in the van, and Kris closes the door.
He then gets in the other side, and leans close to me...a little too close for comfort...
And then he does something, that puts me right on the spot.
He kisses my right cheek.
I didn't have time to push him away before it happened.
I just turn around with my mouth hanged open, and I start slapping him on the top of his head, with the palm of my hand.
He leans away, and puts his hands up defensively, while starting to laugh.
He's laughing, while my cheeks are burning alive...
"Why did you do that?!!!" I scream at him.
He just uncontrollably laughs.
But then he takes a couple of breaths, calms down, and then answers me.
"Because I wanted to see your reaction...and because...I missed you..."
He says with so much shyness and happiness in his voice. It's actually kind of cute...
Kind of...
He looks at me with big irresistible, adorable orbs.
I can't help but chuckle, as I stare into them...I notice that he still has that red dye in his hair...
I can't help but feel all fluffy and happy on the inside...
Like I'm floating in heaven...
The more I stare into his eyes, the lighter I get...
I know it sounds cheesy...but, that's what I feel.
Anyways, I quickly look away and stare out the window, at the houses, trees and people zipping past.
And then I quietly whisper,
"Me...too..." But, I secretly hope he didn't hear me.
I think he did though.
Because he goes a light pink, and then, he reaches out, and he takes a hold of my hand. He lovingly strokes it with his thumb.
I blush, but hold it back, while never taking my eyes off the window.
("I heard you...")
Because...
Pride.
Something all humans have...I don't know when I'll except and actually tell him, that I love him...but I will...
Someday.
But for now, I'm too busy worrying about this press-conference...
What am I going to say?
I feel as if my life, is on the line.
If I get this wrong, I'm done for.
We get to the building, and I feel as if I walked into the office of Hell.
I half expected Satan to be hiding somewhere behind the hundreds of reporters, cameramen, fans and plain on-lookers, who've stopped to observe what the fuss is all about.
Kris gives my hand a last squeeze, and then I see the chauffeur get out and open the door on his side.
Kris mouths 'showtime' to me.
And with a wink, walks out.
I suddenly feel terrified when my hand starts to feel cold and lonely. It's because Kris's hand has stopped enveloping mine.
I miss his warmth already.
I feel unsafe without him...
The chauffeur comes and walks around to my side, and opens the door.
I can do this.
I wobbly and carefully walk out the van. And the nanosecond I do, I want to jump right back in.
I'm suddenly engulfed, by a sea of people. Cameras and microphones are shoved in my face from reporters asking questions, fans hit me slightly with their protest banners, blinding me to where I'm walking towards.
All I can do, is just smile and try to get inside as fast as possible.
But, because I can't see where I'm going, do to the fact that either a poster, or a camera is in my field of vision, I eventually trip and fall on the ground.
I feel utterly helpless. Like some of them are gonna start trampling me.
Thankfully though, an angel comes and picks me up.
Kris.
My angel.
Oh God...I can't believe I just thought that...
Ewww...
But I'm thankful none the less.
He came and helped me get up, before turning around to the people, and screaming,
"Look!! We will answer your questions inside, ok!!!? So please just stop harassing us, and go and sit inside!!! Thank you!"
He then ushered me inside, with a strong and determined look on his face. I keep forgetting that Kris is 25 years old.
He's an adult. He can handle this pressure. I'm sure he's just fed up, and wants to get it over with. He's not a bit scared.
Whereas me, I'm scared out of my mind. I've never even watched a press conference in my life. What's gonna happen?
The room is big, and grand. It has antique looking furniture, and is all beige...from top to bottom...
I hate beige.
Oh well.
A staff member tells me and Kris to sit down behind a white desk, that overlooks about a hundred chairs, on some simple white armchairs.
What I hated, was that every single chair...
Was occupied.
There was about a hundred, maybe 200 people, presumably reporters, who are looking for a good story to write about, filling the room.
I was already feeling like I was gonna puke out my internal organs.
But I tried to look as serious as Kris on the outside.
We both sat down, and I tried to have a stone-face just like Kris.
I hoped I looked serious, and not like someone who farted and is trying to look innocent so that they don't suspect him.
Yep, that sounds about right. That's probably what I look like.
A man in a black suit stands out from the side and announces in a clear and powerful voice,
"The press conference is now in session. You may start your questions."
I hate that guy.
Because the minute he stood up, all the calmness dissapeared.
Cameras started flashing, reporters started standing up and putting their hands up to be chosen to ask their question and the room just got bright and very hectic and loud.
The camera flashes actually made me kind of dizzy.
I was having trouble keeping my stone face.
Whereas Kris, had no problem what so ever.
He remained calm and pointed his finger at a lady in a suit, while saying with a voice as calm as a summer breeze,
"Yes. Your question?"
Everyone else immediately sat down and stayed silent. Only a couple of cameras flashed now.
Is this how a press conference works?
Like a Q/A?
Simple enough.
I think...
Depends on the question.
"Are you and Mr. Chang... having an affair, Mr. Wu?"
Like that one.
That...is a question that makes things difficult.
Kris, instantly starts to tremble a little from the neck down.
He still has a serious look. But I know he's terrified.
Because that's the exact question that neither him, nor me, wanted to hear.
Kris closes his eyes for a second and inhales deeply, before answering with a bold voice.
"Why do you ask, ma'am? Do you have any evidence surrounding this question?"
I never heard him sound so formal before. He sounds so mature and strong. Despite the fact that he's trembling on the inside...and out.
"Why, yes I do, actually...one moment." She sits down and looks through her bag, that's on the floor. She then pulls out a folder, and gets a paper out of it. She turns it around, and shows the picture that's on it to us.
I hide my face in my hands.
I can't believe what she's holding.
Kris can't believe it either.
He sits back on the chair, with a strong, but slowly breaking face.
She's holding a photo of me and Kris.
When we were standing outside the building, and saying goodbye to each other.
When I....
Kissed him.
I actually forgot that I gave him a light kiss that day.
I knew that it would ruin his reputation. I remember saying that to myself, back then.
Everyone gasps and stares at the picture.
The room goes to hell once again.
Lights, shouting and fear.
Fear from me and Kris.
Does that mean...that...
I ruined his career?
By loving him?
Well...he was right when he said that people would kill us if they found out about our...love...
Every single reporter looks, outraged, disgusted, and just plain horrified.
Kris looks lost, and he's lost his strong face.
Now he looks like he wants the earth to open up and swallow him.
His lips and fingers are shaking.
He has glassy looking eyes.
They're actually gonna make him cry...
And I keep thinking to myself,
I did this. It's my fault.
Well, then...if I did it, then that means that I have to put it right.
I stand up and decide to say the excuse that I've been cooking in my brain the whole time.
Here goes.
I put on a kind of face that a serious business-man would have, and say in a strong, confident voice,
"Listen."
Everything goes quiet.
Everyone wants to hear what I want to say.
A confession?
An apology?
Not quite...
"It's not what you think. I didn't kiss him out of love...I kissed him because..." I take a breath, "b-because it was a dare. My friends dared me to kiss him. Just so they could have a laugh. It was just a stupid dare. Nothing more. Me and Kris have just become really, really good friends, that's all. Thank you."
I emphasize the word Dare, and bow when I'm done.
And then I sit back down, feeling like a BOSS.
Everyone is looking at me with awe. Even Kris.
He was probably surprised at how maturely I handled that.
And how well I can lie.
On our way back from the conference, Kris couldn't stop hugging me, and thanking me for saving his career.
We laughed and hugged.
But then he stopped and took a hold of both my hands, while scooting really close to me. He stuck his face really close to mine, and whispered, while staring into my eyes,
"Were you lying...? Or did you really kiss me because it was a dare?"
I looked into his eyes, and got lost.
And on top of that, my heart was running away from my ribs.
It was trying to break out.
I thought about answering.
But instead, I glanced out the window, and saw the Jelllyfish building.
My escape excuse.
I gulped, and when the van stopped in the basement, I said,
"Oh, look...we're here. Bye!" And then frantically opened the door, and ran out, while waving goodbye to him.
He just started laughing.
I think he realized how bad I was at hiding my feelings.
Like, seriously, what did I do to deserve this?
The fans haven't stopped bothering us.
In fact, they're getting worser and worser.
And not just for me.
But for VIXX and of course...
For Kris and EXO.
I opened the news in the morning, and BAM.
That's all they were talking about.
The fans have gone in the SM building and broken some of the art sculptures in protest.
They have put glue in the guys hair-gel, so that their hair gets all messed up.
Hell, they've even tried putting rat poison in their coffee.
But, thankfully no one drank it. They realized it didn't look right. On account that it turned a sort of bluish color.
This is really getting out of control.
Like, should I start to fear for my life?
But, the worst that's happened to us is the fans retaliated, and throwed more rocks through my already broken window.
Resulting in the one next to it, getting shattered to pieces as well.
It's not even my room, but I'm still upset about it.
And the worst fact was, that they broke it in the middle of the night, while me and Leo were trying so desperately to sleep, and get some rest.
And I 'll tell you this, it is the most terrible thing, to be woken up by the cracking of glass.
Worst way to be woken up.
Especially, since your heart never stopped racing, in the first place.
Me and Leo were forced to crawl to the living-room in the darkness, and lay down on the lilac couches.
Not very comfortable, but safe at least...
And then I got a text.
It was by an unknown number.
It said :
Hey! R u ok? Bcs we sure rn't...do u know that a fan actually broke one of our van's windows and tried reaching in for me? But, thankfully, we drove away just in time. Got some scratches doe....How about u? R u hurt?! If u r, I'll come right over there!!! Kisses and Hugs from me and the rest of the group. Believe me or not, we miss u...a lot. Especially me...
XOXOXOXOX
Well...
Only one person could send me a message like that...
Kris.
But...I already had his number...did he change his phone?
Oh...celebrites.
I quickly added it to my contact list.
And then replied, trying to be as quiet as possible, since Leo was sleeping on the couch right to the side of me.
He looked like a peaceful little kitten...unlike last night.
He was really cold and worried last night...
I think he just didn't want to break down in front of me, in case I broke down too, and we ended up getting a rock straight on our skulls.
But....it wasn't very easy to type with my left hand.
Because I got shot in my left arm, I remember the doctor specifically tell me to not sleep on my left side for a couple of weeks, so I have to sleep on my right, which results in my right hand being squashed, which means I have to write with my unsquished left hand.
And it's not so easy.
Thank god for autocorrect.
I reply back to him :
Well...it depends what u mean by fine. We got a couple of windows broken by rocks, but none of us got physically hurt. So...I guess we're fine. How about you? Did the fans scratch u 2 much? I hope u'r ok...and didnt u already give me ur number? Did u change ur phone, or smthg? ;)
He answered back in less than a minute.
I didn't know he typed so fast.
Well, they weren't so bad...thnx for caring.. & yes. I had 2 change my num bcs the saesangs smhow hacked into my phone and started texting me about answers and things like that...did u say they throwed rocks? OMG!!! I'M COMING OVER THERE RIGHT NOW!!! IF THEY DARE HURT MY BABY...I'M GONNA PERSONALLY THROW THEM OUT!! :O >:O ^3^
What...?
Now they're hacking into our phones?
Great....
And did he just call me....'baby'?
Kris...
I facepalm and reply.
These have got to be the longest messages I ever typed in my whole life.
Apart from the one that I had to text sis, when she thought that I wrecked one of her albums.
It wasn't my fault...but I still had to pay for a new one...
Damn...that's rough...
& WHY DID U CALL ME BABY???
I'M A 17 YEAR OLD MAN!! I'M NOT YOUR BABY!!! >.<</strong>
2 seconds flat.
I got an answer back in 2 seconds.
What is he an A.I. or something?
I love u!!! >3<<br> stay safe...ok? ^3^
xxoxoxoxox
Aww...
That actually kind of makes me feel better...thanks Kris...
I love that guy...
Of course, I'd never tell him that...
Just as I'm about to turn around and stare at the back of the couch again, trying to fall asleep, I get another text.
What? Did he forget to tell me something?
OH, Red!! My manager just informed me about smthg really important!! we're gonna have a press conference today at 9:00 in the morning. We're gonna clear up this mess with the fans. R u ok with coming along? We're just gonna say what's truly going on between us...ok?
>.< xoxoxo
What?
A press conference?
I've never even went into a press conference ROOM, let alone an actual press conference!
But...
If it's to clear up all this mess with the fans...
But...wait...
Does that mean that we're gonna have too...
Say the truth?
That he...
Loves me?
If we do that, then they're definetely gonna want to rip my head off, later.
I'm gonna be the Bias Stealer.
Or at least something like that.
But I have to go...I don't want to fear for mine and my friends well-being...
And plus, this IS all my fault....so, I'm the one who's gonna put it right.
Ok...I'll come along...but, Kris...?
Doesn't that mean that we're gonna have to say the truth about us?
>_<"
I anxiously wait for his answer.
My screen flashes, after 2 minutes.
He really thought about it.
Let's see what we're gonna do.
Well...
OF COURSE NOT!!! >.<
DO U WANNA DIE ON THE SPOT??!! NO..NO...We're just gonna say that we're best friends and nothing more...ok..?
I'm sorry, cupcake..we can't tell them the truth...wish I could. But, they will most definetely KILL US...love u! See u at 9:00! ^3^
9:00?
I look at the clock in the kitchen.
That's in one hour.
I sit up, and look around the dark living room.
Everyone is still sound asleep...
Should I wake them up, and tell them?
Nah...they had a pretty rough night themselves...
Better let them rest...I'll leave a note.
I get up and tip-toe to my room, to find some clothes.
I cautiously look out the window.
Seriously? Don't these girls have a life?
Apparently not.
The fans have actually set up tents in front of the Jellyfish building...and directly under my window.
Great.
Just great.
God knows, how the hell Kris will drive through here and pick me up...
Oh, I just remembered I didn't text him my reply...
Stupid...
I quickly grab a black tank-top, and some black leather jeans.
As I wear my clothes in a hurry, I text Kris.
Ok. See u at 9:00. & DON'T CALL ME WIERD NICKNAMES!!! >.<</strong>
As I'm about to click send, I remember to ask him where to wait for the car.
Oh, and where do I wait 4 the car? Bcs the fans have kind of set a camp in front of the building.... >-<'
Then I click send.
I pocket my phone.
Just as I finish putting on my boots, I hear a soft knock on my door.
"Red? Can I come in?"
It's Leo.
My buddy.
The only one who knows the whole truth.
"Sure." I call out to him, as I get up from the bed.
He carefully walks in.
His hair is all over the place, and his clothes are crumpled up.
He's smiling at least.
"Good morning...how are you feeling? You holding up, ok?"
Oh, Leo. He's acting like my mum. I don't mind though...I like the feeling of having someone to trust, and truthfully talk to.
Just as I'm about to open my mouth to answer, my phone vibrates in my pocket.
I sigh, but take it out, to see what Kris answered.
Oh, well..we'll be waiting down in the basement. The fans don't know how to get there, don't worry. But...do u know how to get there? Maybe u could get smone 2 tell u? What about Leo? He seems to be a good friend of your's...he probably knows the way. Try asking him.
^3^ xoxoxo -_-'
Oh, yeah. That basement. I remember how me and Leo had to zig-zag to get down there.
I can't possibly get there on my own. I probably will need his help.
Ok. I'll ask him. See u soon.
Just...try not to die along the way, ok?
-.-' xoxo
I pocket my phone, and sigh.
Leo's is just standing there with a confused look on his face.
When I look at him, he smiles though.
"Is there something wrong?" he curiously asks.
I stroke my imaginary beard, and then sigh again, while looking at Leo.
"Leo...can you do me a favour?"
There it is.
The glorious EXO van. Inside, wait Kris and the chaffeur that drove me home that day.
Kris gets out from the left backseat, and comes and opens the right door, for me to get in.
Gentleman.
I thank Leo for bringing me, and hug him goodbye. Afterwards, I head for the open car door. With my red backpack hanging from my one shoulder, and my sunglasses resting in place, I feel like a celebrity.
Leo just waves goodbye and smiles at Kris.
Kris, grins back and gives him a thumbs up, as a way of saying thank you.
I get in the van, and Kris closes the door.
He then gets in the other side, and leans close to me...a little too close for comfort...
And then he does something, that puts me right on the spot.
He kisses my right cheek.
I didn't have time to push him away before it happened.
I just turn around with my mouth hanged open, and I start slapping him on the top of his head, with the palm of my hand.
He leans away, and puts his hands up defensively, while starting to laugh.
He's laughing, while my cheeks are burning alive...
"Why did you do that?!!!" I scream at him.
He just uncontrollably laughs.
But then he takes a couple of breaths, calms down, and then answers me.
"Because I wanted to see your reaction...and because...I missed you..."
He says with so much shyness and happiness in his voice. It's actually kind of cute...
Kind of...
He looks at me with big irresistible, adorable orbs.
I can't help but chuckle, as I stare into them...I notice that he still has that red dye in his hair...
I can't help but feel all fluffy and happy on the inside...
Like I'm floating in heaven...
The more I stare into his eyes, the lighter I get...
I know it sounds cheesy...but, that's what I feel.
Anyways, I quickly look away and stare out the window, at the houses, trees and people zipping past.
And then I quietly whisper,
"Me...too..." But, I secretly hope he didn't hear me.
I think he did though.
Because he goes a light pink, and then, he reaches out, and he takes a hold of my hand. He lovingly strokes it with his thumb.
I blush, but hold it back, while never taking my eyes off the window.
("I heard you...")Because...
Pride.
Something all humans have...I don't know when I'll except and actually tell him, that I love him...but I will...
Someday.
But for now, I'm too busy worrying about this press-conference...
What am I going to say?
I feel as if my life, is on the line.
If I get this wrong, I'm done for.
We get to the building, and I feel as if I walked into the office of Hell.
I half expected Satan to be hiding somewhere behind the hundreds of reporters, cameramen, fans and plain on-lookers, who've stopped to observe what the fuss is all about.
Kris gives my hand a last squeeze, and then I see the chauffeur get out and open the door on his side.
Kris mouths 'showtime' to me.
And with a wink, walks out.
I suddenly feel terrified when my hand starts to feel cold and lonely. It's because Kris's hand has stopped enveloping mine.
I miss his warmth already.
I feel unsafe without him...
The chauffeur comes and walks around to my side, and opens the door.
I can do this.
I wobbly and carefully walk out the van. And the nanosecond I do, I want to jump right back in.
I'm suddenly engulfed, by a sea of people. Cameras and microphones are shoved in my face from reporters asking questions, fans hit me slightly with their protest banners, blinding me to where I'm walking towards.
All I can do, is just smile and try to get inside as fast as possible.
But, because I can't see where I'm going, do to the fact that either a poster, or a camera is in my field of vision, I eventually trip and fall on the ground.
I feel utterly helpless. Like some of them are gonna start trampling me.
Thankfully though, an angel comes and picks me up.
Kris.
My angel.
Oh God...I can't believe I just thought that...
Ewww...
But I'm thankful none the less.
He came and helped me get up, before turning around to the people, and screaming,
"Look!! We will answer your questions inside, ok!!!? So please just stop harassing us, and go and sit inside!!! Thank you!"
He then ushered me inside, with a strong and determined look on his face. I keep forgetting that Kris is 25 years old.
He's an adult. He can handle this pressure. I'm sure he's just fed up, and wants to get it over with. He's not a bit scared.
Whereas me, I'm scared out of my mind. I've never even watched a press conference in my life. What's gonna happen?
The room is big, and grand. It has antique looking furniture, and is all beige...from top to bottom...
I hate beige.
Oh well.
A staff member tells me and Kris to sit down behind a white desk, that overlooks about a hundred chairs, on some simple white armchairs.
What I hated, was that every single chair...
Was occupied.
There was about a hundred, maybe 200 people, presumably reporters, who are looking for a good story to write about, filling the room.
I was already feeling like I was gonna puke out my internal organs.
But I tried to look as serious as Kris on the outside.
We both sat down, and I tried to have a stone-face just like Kris.
I hoped I looked serious, and not like someone who farted and is trying to look innocent so that they don't suspect him.
Yep, that sounds about right. That's probably what I look like.
A man in a black suit stands out from the side and announces in a clear and powerful voice,
"The press conference is now in session. You may start your questions."
I hate that guy.
Because the minute he stood up, all the calmness dissapeared.
Cameras started flashing, reporters started standing up and putting their hands up to be chosen to ask their question and the room just got bright and very hectic and loud.
The camera flashes actually made me kind of dizzy.
I was having trouble keeping my stone face.
Whereas Kris, had no problem what so ever.
He remained calm and pointed his finger at a lady in a suit, while saying with a voice as calm as a summer breeze,
"Yes. Your question?"
Everyone else immediately sat down and stayed silent. Only a couple of cameras flashed now.
Is this how a press conference works?
Like a Q/A?
Simple enough.
I think...
Depends on the question.
"Are you and Mr. Chang... having an affair, Mr. Wu?"
Like that one.
That...is a question that makes things difficult.
Kris, instantly starts to tremble a little from the neck down.
He still has a serious look. But I know he's terrified.
Because that's the exact question that neither him, nor me, wanted to hear.
Kris closes his eyes for a second and inhales deeply, before answering with a bold voice.
"Why do you ask, ma'am? Do you have any evidence surrounding this question?"
I never heard him sound so formal before. He sounds so mature and strong. Despite the fact that he's trembling on the inside...and out.
"Why, yes I do, actually...one moment." She sits down and looks through her bag, that's on the floor. She then pulls out a folder, and gets a paper out of it. She turns it around, and shows the picture that's on it to us.
I hide my face in my hands.
I can't believe what she's holding.
Kris can't believe it either.
He sits back on the chair, with a strong, but slowly breaking face.
She's holding a photo of me and Kris.
When we were standing outside the building, and saying goodbye to each other.
When I....
Kissed him.
I actually forgot that I gave him a light kiss that day.
I knew that it would ruin his reputation. I remember saying that to myself, back then.
Everyone gasps and stares at the picture.
The room goes to hell once again.
Lights, shouting and fear.
Fear from me and Kris.
Does that mean...that...
I ruined his career?
By loving him?
Well...he was right when he said that people would kill us if they found out about our...love...
Every single reporter looks, outraged, disgusted, and just plain horrified.
Kris looks lost, and he's lost his strong face.
Now he looks like he wants the earth to open up and swallow him.
His lips and fingers are shaking.
He has glassy looking eyes.
They're actually gonna make him cry...
And I keep thinking to myself,
I did this. It's my fault.
Well, then...if I did it, then that means that I have to put it right.
I stand up and decide to say the excuse that I've been cooking in my brain the whole time.
Here goes.
I put on a kind of face that a serious business-man would have, and say in a strong, confident voice,
"Listen."
Everything goes quiet.
Everyone wants to hear what I want to say.
A confession?
An apology?
Not quite...
"It's not what you think. I didn't kiss him out of love...I kissed him because..." I take a breath, "b-because it was a dare. My friends dared me to kiss him. Just so they could have a laugh. It was just a stupid dare. Nothing more. Me and Kris have just become really, really good friends, that's all. Thank you."
I emphasize the word Dare, and bow when I'm done.
And then I sit back down, feeling like a BOSS.
Everyone is looking at me with awe. Even Kris.
He was probably surprised at how maturely I handled that.
And how well I can lie.
On our way back from the conference, Kris couldn't stop hugging me, and thanking me for saving his career.
We laughed and hugged.
But then he stopped and took a hold of both my hands, while scooting really close to me. He stuck his face really close to mine, and whispered, while staring into my eyes,
"Were you lying...? Or did you really kiss me because it was a dare?"
I looked into his eyes, and got lost.
And on top of that, my heart was running away from my ribs.
It was trying to break out.
I thought about answering.
But instead, I glanced out the window, and saw the Jelllyfish building.
My escape excuse.
I gulped, and when the van stopped in the basement, I said,
"Oh, look...we're here. Bye!" And then frantically opened the door, and ran out, while waving goodbye to him.
He just started laughing.
I think he realized how bad I was at hiding my feelings.
Notes
Well, that takes care of that~ Anyone went through a similar awkward situation like that? XD
Oh well...
I'll leave you with cute pics of Red :
ENJOY YOUR WEEK~ X3
@Catt
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6/25/16