ON CUE | HYUNHO ⚘

thirteen.

im changing the plan, so things are going to go faster now:)

⚘ Talk. ⚘

I fucking hate Lee Minho. Its official, like seriously official. I was totally played.

I thought that night would be our moment. Our moment where we finally, finally, start to get along. We did when his dick was in me, but not after. Not when I was crying, and he was in the other room unfazed.

And even now, a fucking week later.

I have to admit though, this week hasn't been a normal week. I catch him glaring at me and whoever I'm with. It makes me so angry that he does these things. It makes me think he actually cares.

Nobody noticed, but I did. I also noticed something change in me. Whenever he is near me, I get this feeling. It's not a bad feeling, I actually like the feeling, it's just a feeling I don't want to have for a man who hates me.

Or, for a man who I think hates me. I really don't know anymore. He says he hates me, but then comes back for a second kiss. He says he hates me, then tells me to strip. He says he hates me, then gets jealous when I even breathe around another man. I don't know.

There's also this other thing.

The new dance.

Fuck, the new dance.

The song is Shameless, by Camila Cabello. It's a song I don't want to dance to with him, but I have to. Chan gave us some of the main moves again. He said it's because the fans loved the last performance, but I think it's him secretly making us spend time together.

The competition is in three weeks. We have a two and a half weeks to practice, and three or four days of rest in between. It's also been revealed that after this performance, we will be getting a break. That is how big it is.

I stretch my body out, before standing up. My eyes go to Minho, who is standing across the room. I take my eyes away from him before he notices. Things have been so hard. I don't know if I hate him or want him to tell me it's okay.

"Are you completely sure you are okay with this?" Chan asks. It's the third time in the past ten minutes he has asked me this question. "I'm scared to leave you guys alone again."

I chuckle. Of course I'm not okay with it. My laughing shields my sadness. I laugh, but Minho doesn't, in fact he actually raises his head to look at me, so I awkwardly clear my throat. "Yeah, I'll be fine." I say.

"I just.." he pauses. He looks to Minho, then back to me. "I have noticed things have been off, he has been glaring at you a lot more.. I'm just scared to leave you guys alone. I don't want you to fight."

I inhale a breath. He's noticed. I shake my head. "No, it's okay. I'm in a good mood, I'll be nice." I say.

"It's not about you..." he says, looking to Minho. "You will be nice as well, right?"

Minho looks up from his phone, looking at Chan. He scoffs. "I won't hurt your precious boy, Chan." He looks over to me. "Not again, at least." He says, a suggesting smile.

I clench my fist.

He looks back to Chan. "Just go, you're wasting our practice time." He puts his phone in his back pocket.

Chan sighs. "Fine. I'll go." He says. He starts to walk to the door, but pauses. "Come up with a good choreography, please. Nothing too.. much."

"Okay." I say, nodding my head.

He leaves the room, leaving Minho and I alone. I don't know what's going to happen now. I'm a bit scared to be alone with him. I never know what's going to happen. I'm also seriously, no, terribly mad at him still. Fucking hate this guy...