Silence

The practice room was colder than the usual. The only thing that was heating up was Hanbin-hyung's head because we can't seem to get a hold of the choreography he was teaching. Tension was already rising and the atmosphere was getting heavier as the seconds passed. We've run through the same piece for over a hundred times now and my body just can't get used to the steps. I can see Hanbin-hyung's expression gets darker as I kept messing out. My focus just went blank after I realized how big of a dumbass I was.

I woke up early this morning because Jinhwan-hyung was already pestering me. I slept late last night because of our vocal training and I don't know what the hell was up and he was there. He kept pushing me to get up so it left me no choice but to drag myself out of my bed and follow him. Still, everything's a blur and I can't seem to get a hold of the situation. What time is it by the way?

I threw a glanced on our wall clock and with all surprised I was taken aback.

"Jinan-hyuuuung, it's just five in the morning. Ugh!" Then I let out a deep sigh.

He pushed me from the back going to the living room where the center table was neatly prepared. I propped myself to sit properly. Why wake up early this morning? I mean, does this hyung even slept? I swear, that moment I was ready to sleep on the table. My whole body is still aching from the practice yesterday and I feel like I only slept for an hour or two.

"Hyuuung, why did you wake me up this early? I should still be slee-"

"Just wait a bit more."

He shouted from the kitchen. I can smell that he was preparing something for us to eat. Good thing, I am already famished. I haven't had any decent meal since last night. After vocal training, I just drank the milk tea I saw on the fridge and went straight to bed. I haven't even washed up.

"It better be good, hyung. I'm already starving."

"They don't call me eomma for nothing."

Though I hate calling you eomma, I already get the point.

After a few more minutes, Jinhwan-hyung was already on his way to the living room. Holding two plates on his hand, he was all smiles as he approached me. I can smell the freshly cooked meal that he was holding and my tummy's already reacting to the smell. I was starving and this is really a treat. Thank goodness he woke me up before the others; maybe he knew how hungry I was last night that's why he prepared this simple treat to me.

Scrambled eggs, kimchi fried rice, hotdogs, a soup, there's even bread and a pitcher orange juice. This is so perfect for my grumbling stomach. I took a spoonful of the fried rice and Jinhwan-hyung, just sitting in front of me, was waiting for my reaction.

"This is really good!"

"Really?"

"Yes. Ha-ha!"

All he did was watched as I inhale the food, and I was just throwing smile and giggles as he watched me eat the meal he prepared. I was really happy that he even bothered to wake up early just to prepare this treat, but I felt something strange. Am I missing something here? It was as if Jinhwan-hyung was waiting for something as soon as I finished eating,