"Would you date someone younger?" he asked again. He stood over her, he towered over her. He pushed the chair out of the way, taking a step toward her. His head moving from side to side, fishing for an answer. He likes how she looked, he liked some foreign women. And for some reason, he really liked her. He wanted to figure it out, he wanted to know why but there was something he knew. A secret. A secret only he knew about... or at least thought he was the only one that knew. She backed away from him. She glanced away for a second and then back to him and started laughing. She covered her mouth, trying not to be too loud. Her muffled laugh echoed a little in the empty room. He started laughing with her. "Noona, you're not supposed to laugh!" "I'm sorry... I'm SORRY... I swear, I was trying not to but your face, *hahahaha*, your face. I can't take it seriously. It's just too innocent." He pinched his lips together into a frown, shook his head, and looped his arm around her shoulders. For the first time since meeting her, he thought of his sisters. They headed out of the room. As soon as they were pass the door, he dropped his arm. He looked down the hallway back at the dressing room, standing in the doorway was the maknae. He sneered at the sight of him and was tempted to put his arm back around her shoulder. His little brother glanced at them and went back into the dressing room. Everyone came filing out of the dressing room. Make-up artists and hairstylists, all following the group to the stage. The nine guys all heading to their respective places on either side of the stage. She walked behind her victim, checking the damage she caused on his neck. "How is it?" "Like I said, it works well. At least you don't need any make-up to cover it but, uh... as soon as you come off stage for a change, you'll need to spray some more on. understand?" She said trying to hand the spray to him. "I understand... Will you be around to aide me?" He replied. He took the bottle, then handed it back to her. "I'll try to be"
He heard his hyung yelp in pain. He turned around to see them running out the door. She was pulling him by the arm as he held his neck. "I wonder what happened?" his other hyung asked as he got out of his chair to sit across the room with the eldest of the nine. He was curious himself. He tugged at his lower lip. His heart started to beat fast thinking of what could be happening. He jumped out of his chair. Gazed around the room, making sure no one was watching or would notice him gone. He grabbed a cup and strolled out the door. He seen them go into the break room. He stepped lightly down the hall and stood outside the door. Listening. He heard his hyung ask his question, she didn't answer, he asked again. The chair moved. He peeked in and seen his hyung standing in front of her. His fist clenched his chest. He slowly backed away, making his way back to the dressing room. He stood at the door waiting. He wanted to cry. He felt his eye water a little, he reached up, placing his finger under his eye. A make-up assistant walked up to him and asked if his make-up was okay. There was a knot forming in his throat, so he just nodded. He kept his gaze to the floor, not wanting to look up but he knew he had to sooner or later. He glanced up and seen his hyung sneer at him. As they made their way to the stage, he walked behind everyone. Everyone getting prepped and ready for the next four hours. Everyone with their equipment, their tools. He looked ahead and seen her walking right behind his hyung. The hyung he was speaking to earlier looked back at him. He slowed down and continued to walk with him, putting his hand on his shoulder. As if telling him it was going to be okay. The crew split in half, one half went right, the other half went left. They went right, he went left.