What time is it?

I lean back my head, and while hanging off the couch, I take a look at the large black kitchen clock.
7:00 pm.
I groggily prop myself up on my hands, and look around the....bright room.
Am I the only one who was actually sleeping?
Because everyone else is running around the place panicking and trying to put some clothes on. And on top of that, N is slapping anyone who's not fast enough.
Sis was 100% right about him...he really is violent.
With the guys, that is.
I yawn, and sit up on the couch, nearly falling over the other side.
I blink my eyes, trying to get the grog out. But, I end up rubbing them red, instead. I'm not sleepy anymore, but now my eyes sting me.
I avert my gaze from the blinding light, and try to see who's drying their hair in the middle of the living room.
My vision unblurs, a little, and I see that it's none other than Hyuk.
"What's going on? Are...you going somewhere? Or rather, are we going somewhere?" I ask him, tiredly, but also interested.
He stares in the purple mirror, that hangs on the wall far side from the couches, and adds hair gel to his black hair, trying to get it all spiky, and idol-looking.
When he's done, he chuckles and turns around to grin at me.
"How'd you know we were gonna tag you along?" He raises his eyebrow as he speaks.
I laugh and answer,
"Well, EXO dragged me everywhere, so why not you?" I raise my eyebrow too, while holding my head to the side.
To tell the truth, VIXX hasn't really taken me anywhere with them, since the day I got here.
This is the first time.
"Well...we thought they did that, so...we didn't really wanna bore you with the same old, same old....so we're gonna take you to only one of our concerts. Right now....so come on! Go and get dressed!!"
He gives himself one last look in the mirror, and then drags me up from the couch.
Ok, ok...I got the message.
I groan, and go to find something decent to wear.

---

The concert is long, ear-splitting and tiring.
For the guys....I'm just sitting backstage, admiring the performance.
I'm actually about to curl up, and try to get some shut eye, on some old, worn-out arm chair, when I hear the fans chant,
RED! RED! RED!
Me?
They want me?
Ok then...
I sigh, and walk out on stage to the sea of fans.

---

I ended up having to sing Butterfly by Junsu.
I love that song.
And it's the only song that I feel comfortable with singing in front of thousands of girls.
I think I did a pretty good job.
Though, my voice is a little too deep to match Junsu's light, relaxing voice...but, the fans loved it anyways.
By the time I was done, everyone was in tears.
Even VIXX.
Was is that good?
Well...damn.
I must be a better singer than I thought.
I shyly smile, and wave goodbye, while walking off the stage.
The fans say farewell, with a huge applause.
But...
I'm greeted with a pleasant scare, as I walk back stage.

Kris.

He's just sitting there.
Smiling and clapping slowly, while giving me a flirtatious look.
I facepalm, when my brain recognized the face it was staring at.
"Wow...I should ask for a song more often, too. Would you sing for me...Red?" he slowly gets up and strolls towards me, his hands behind his back.
I gulp, and slowly back up, till I'm leaning against the wall.
"Are..y-you stalking me?" I scaredly chuckle. I widen my eyes and stare at the approaching Kris.
"No...I just had some time off, so I thought 'why not visit my boy?'...is it bad that I miss you?"
He's standing 2 inches away from contact with my chest. The toes of our shoes are brushing each other.
I suck in a breath, and try to keep my brain awake.
Not again.
Why is he always backing me in a corner?
"Is it so bad that I miss you? That I miss your...eyes...your nose...your...lips?" He looks so kind and sweet, and sounds like his voice was dipped in sugar. As he names my features, he gently grazes my eyes and nose with the tips of his pale, bony fingers. And for my lips...
Nothing. Well, at least before he pulls away, lightly drags me by my arm, hypnotizing me with his eyes, until I barely realize I'm now being backed up against the closed door of the nearby dressing room.
"I thought, you know, a little privacy was needed...No more scandals needed...Now~ Where was I? Hmm...I think I might remember..." He lowly and playfully chuckles, before giving my lips a gentle peck.
That slowly, slowly, turned into a full on passion-fest.
My heart seems to have forgotten was beating even means, and start to flutter around my chest, bringing multiple chills up my blocked spine and back. And the cold wooden door isn't helping.

He really missed me. I can feel it.
He pulled away to take a breath. I gasped myself, since I was completely unprepared for that kiss, that took the life out of me.
Most passionate kiss...I've ever been through.
When we both get our breathing back to normal, Kris, giggles, and pulls on my arm.
"Hey....do you...wanna...go out for ice-cream? Maybe? Please?" Puppy voice and eyes added.
Well...an ice-cream would be nice.
And...I'm not gonna lie.
I missed him too.
But...
"...The guys will be looking for me if I just dissapear..." I pout and look at him with glossy eyes.
He smiles and starts playing with my locks, looking at the strands of red like they're made of fairy dust. His eyes threaten to put me in a trance, but I shake it off.
But, his voice definitely put me in it.
"Hey~ It's not like we're gonna be gone long... Come on~ You don't trust me~?" His deep voice fades out, before I feel that familiar peck on that ever lasting mark, he made that night in the hospital.
So, what can I do?
Sigh and nod. "...Fine..."
He immediately grabs me, and pulls me out the door and round the back of the concert stage.
Smiling and laughing the whole way.
Ice-cream here we come.

I can't help...but laugh too.

Notes

Sorry for the short chapter guys...THNX for reading though!!! LOVE U GUYS!!!! ^3^ {by the way, I am in love with Junsu's new album!!! xD}