Chapter Music

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(Kris's P.O.V)

"Guys..Guys...wake up..."

I here our manager's voice call.
Mr. Dong.
He's one of the best managers we've ever had.
He's kind, loving and supports us, with everything we do.
And when things get difficult, he's the one we talk to, to feel better.
He always cheers us up.
He's always there.
Especially, when we have a problem with the saesangs.
Now, don't get me wrong, I love our fans...
But some of them, just slightly creep us out.
Like, for example, when they send letters...
That they wrote with their own blood...
Or...when some of them, carve our names into their arms...
And other painful stuff like that...
It's very disturbing.
The fact that they hurt themselves like that...for us...
Because they, 'love us'...
It brings chills up my spine.
But...oh well.
Fans, will be fans.
We just have to smile and nod...
Nothing too bad has happened...yet.
I get up and say good morning to the smiling man, who's leaning on top of our beds, trying to wake us up to get the day started.
He bows and smiles his usually sweet and happy smile.
Thankfully, we have him to wake us up.
If it wasn't for him, we would've all slept in, all day.
All the others groggily get up too, and try to run to the bathroom, to get there first.
And like always, Sehun gets there first.
Everyone groans and curses him, for being younger and faster than them.
I just chuckle at the sight of them.
Same thing every morning,
They always race to the bathroom, and then, when Sehun gets there first, they always stand behind the door, waiting and banging on it, telling Sehun to hurry up.
I've gotten so used to seeing that sight.
It's not annoying anymore.
It's actually rather funny, and...reassuring.
Reassuring, because...
You know that everything's normal, when the mornings start like that.
That there's no problems between us.
That we're friends.
Little did I know, that on that particular day, everything was gonna change...
Probably forever...
The only smart people that exist in the morning are me, and Luhan.
He's just sitting there on the black coffee table, lazily drinking his coffee that Mr. Dong, always makes for him.
He's kind of like our father really.
He turms around and grins at me, while handing me my coffee.
I bow thankfully, and take it.
Then, I go and grab the chair next to Luhan, and plob down on it.
We both just start to chat and chuckle at the sight of Chanyeol actually trying to look over the bathroom door, to get a peep of Sehun.
Oh, that giant.
"Chanyeol!!! You're being a saesang now!!! Stop doing that!!" Luhan screams playfully out to him.
He immediately, puts the back of his feet back on the white-tiled ground.
He turns around and has an ashamed face.
"Sorry, hyung...you're right." He says sadly, probably remembering what we went through that night...
And other nights...
Poor guy...
"Luhan...you didn't have to remind us..." I quietly whisper to him.
He turns around and his smile slowly fades.
He realized what a mistake he did.
"Oh...right. I'm so stupid...Sorry..." He sincerley apologizes.
I just put my palm on his back, and gently rub circles into it.
I give him a kind smile.
He slowly returns it back.
But that sad glint in his eye...
Never went away...
"Hey, hey...come on now...I don't want no crying, over some girls taking pictures of you, while you're in the bathroom...come on, now....you're big boys!!! Cheer up!!! ...I made pancakes!!!"
Mr. Dong tries to cheer us up.
Me and Luhan just look at him with gratitude, and then slowly start to reach out for the two plates of pancake towers that he was handing out to us.
We silently, and half-heartedly start to munch on the delicious white and dark chocolate covered dessert.
Our favorite.
They kind of lighten the mood.
Today, we have to go and film a talk-show...
And we're all kind of panicky.
Because the saesangs have been a little bold these last couple of days.
Especially yesterday.
This girl came up, and knocked on our dorm's door.
I opened it up, and she just hugged me...
And wouldn't let go.
We actually had to call building security to get her off me, and throw her out.
But that wasn't what was scary...
It was scary because...
The security never saw her enter the building from the front.
She just appeared...
Which got us worried that the saesangs might have like a secret tunnel or something that leads into the building, avoiding all security and police.

So, we've been a little bit on edge after that.
Oh well...
I repeat.
Nothing too serious has happened, yet.

"Ok, guys, so eat your breakfast, and let's get going."
Mr. Dong takes his apron off, and rushes to the doorway.
He puts his coat and shoes on, and then comes back inside.
He goes to the hallway, that leads to the bathroom door and leans his head.
"Guys...would you-"
He's about to tell them to hurry up, I think, but then just sighs when he sees that everyone's still outside the door waiting for Sehun.
Chanyeol just shrugs at him, looking defeated.
Some of them have actually sat in the middle of the hall, waiting.
Just like every morning...
I just chuckle to myself.
Mr. Dong turns to me.
"Kris...can you please, see that they get ready on time? I'll be downstairs in the van, ok?"
He grins at me, and I nod.
He then turns to Luhan, and chuckles,
"And you tell your BFF to quit modeling every single outfit in his wardrobe in front of the bathroom mirror, before choosing something to actually wear...ok?"
He ends with a wink.
Luhan just lightly laughs and tells him,
"Will do sir...that doesn't mean that he'll listen to me...he is a diva. But I'll try."
He chuckles the last part.
Mr. Dong just laughs.
"Good point. I forgot that. Oh well...I'll see you in half an hour max, ok? Bye."
He says as he strolls to the door, and puts on his sunglasses.
One last smile, and then he dissapears behind the door, out into the hall.
Well, time to get these guys ready...
For real.

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The boys finally get ready after about an hour, and then we all rush out the door, and down the stairs to the parking lot.
I hope no saesangs are around.
Because, now is not the time.
I think I heard a sort of loud bang, or something like that...
But I'm not sure....
Maybe it's just the blood pumping to my head from all the running.
Probably.

We get to the parking lot, and try to locate our van.
We can't find it though.
Wierd.
The van, is usually always here, waiting for us.

Something is wrong.
Horribly wrong.
I feel it in my heart.
We all have to go to the side of the road, so that a pink car, can pass by and leave.
I take a glance at the driver as the car passes my side.
He's...
Wearing a black mask.
That covers his whole face.
And has a hoodie covering the top of his head.
Why?
I actually stop, and look back at the pink car, as it goes up and out the parking lot.
That was wierd...
Why would the driver wear a mask?

If I had a bad feeling before...
Now I'm sure there's something wrong...

We walk around for a couple more minutes.
Then we spot the van.
But..
We soon realize that we're in for the adventure of our lives.

And it could get us killed.
The van is swirved off into the side.
There are no other cars in that area.
Why, would he park it there?
We slowly tip-toe up to it.
The way it's parked is wierd.
It's completely curved to the right...
Why?
And...
Where's Mr. Dong?
I hold my hand up to the guys, and signal to them that I'll go and check it out, and that they should stay here behind.
They all hold onto each other, and nod after me.
I carefully and silently crawl up to the van.
The only sound you can hear, is the sound of the soles of my shoes scraping the cement floor.
I take one peep inside through the driver's window, and fall backwards onto the cement from fear.
Mr. Dong...

He's...
No....I don't know for sure.
I frantically get back on my feet and get inside the passenger's seat.
I have to be sure.
I check his pulse.
I check his eyes.
His forehead.
His...
Blood-stained chest.
Why would I do that?
It's obvious he was...

Shot.
His chest and white shirt that he was wearing minutes ago, is now soaked in a terrible dark red.
I rip open his shirt...
Just as I suspected.
He's been shot in the chest.
His once welcoming and comforting hug-spot for when we were down, now has a huge black hole, that looks right through to the other side of the driver's seat.
No...
This can't be happening...

Mr. Dong....

I hold his head in my arms and start to bawl my eyes out...
Squeaking in breaths of air once in a while...

But I do it quietly...

I don't want the guys to find out so harshly.
I have to tell them slowly and correctly, so that it doesn't...

Traumatize them for life.

But, then something catches the corners of my blurry vision.
It's red.
And spread across the windshield of the van.
No...
No more blood please....
Please...
But as I get a better look at it...
I realize it's...

Some sort of letter.

I get out the passenger's seat and van.
I warily go to the front of the van, and stop in my tracks.

I feel my knees turn into jelly, and I abrubtly feel dizzy.
I don't want to believe what it says...
I don't want to believe...
What's written on the van's windshield...
In presumably...
Mr.Dong's blood...
On the windshield, that horrible liquid is shaped into the words,

Oppas...I can't unlove you...

"Oppas"....?

I think...
We might be dealing with a....
Fan...

A fan...
Who killed our manager...
And is putting our carrer...
And probably safety in danger....

Some fan...

True fans wouldn't kill the only person who cared for us...
The best manager we ever had...
Who actually 'managed' us...
Who actually cared about our health, and us as...
People...
And not just products...

How could she...
Where did she find the audacity to do such a vile thing?

Is that what other fans want to do as well?
Kill?
Make us fear for our lives?
Destroy our careers?
All for their own selfish desires....?

Then they're not fans...

They're monsters...
They're demented...

All these thoughts are just making me dizzier.
Eventually, I fall down onto my knees form shock.
And move on to falling backwards...
Onto the hard, concrete floor.
The guys were watching all this, the whole time...
Observing...
But when they see me finally come apart at the seams, they run over and get a look at the horror that I just witnessed.
My brain is fuzzy, as I here the screams and wailing start to hit my eardrums.
Someone comes and puts his arms around me, trying to wake me up, by stroking my face...
I don't know who it is...
But I'm too mortified to react and open my eye lids again.
I just silently lay there, as I hear everyone scream and mourn over our lost manager's precious life...
Such a fullfilled and great life...
Wasted...

By a lunatic...
I can feel the tears of the person holding me, hit my cheeks, from above...
And eventually, my tears start flowing again, too...

Notes

Well. New story guys~Yay~ Hope your prepared for some next-level saesang~