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#% HWANG HYUNJIN <3 !!!
my blood boils.
my blood fucking boils as i walk away from jaemin and the rest of his group members.
the staff member on the other side of me points me towards a large door in the very corner of the stage, where all the dressing rooms and stage entrances are.
when we go behind a big, black door, my manager is waiting there for me. his arms are crossed over his body and his posture is the straightest i've seen it in a very long time. usually he's hunched over.
"what was that?" he asks me, angrily. his face is red beneath his white mask. if he was a character in a cartoon, there would be steam blowing from his ears.
i don't say anything , i just walk towards my dressing room a little ways down. i ignore him as he speaks loudly at me from down the hall.
i don't have the time to listen to him and his nonsense right now.
i'm too angry.
the door slams behind me when i reach my dressing room. as soon as it is fully shut, i pace. i pace like i do when i'm at home, in front of the big open window. i pace back and forth as i let some of my pent up emotions leak out that way.
how could they win best new group?!
they're amazing, yes, their skills are something crazy. but with a controversy so soon after their debut? are you kidding me! i just think and think as i walk back and forth across the white flooring.
is moonie watching?
did she see that?
i hope she didn't.
my anger got the best of me. when i whispered in yeri's ear about jaemin and his scandal and how i know the girl. she just went wide eyed and whispered something along the lines of, "holy shit."
i didn't hear cause i was too busy working on keeping my breathing manageable. i couldn't punch him on stage. that would cause a complete scene.
and a lawsuit.
something i don't need right now.
i sit down on one of the chairs, huffing and puffing and letting all my anger seep out of me. i want to punch something.
i know i shouldn't.
but i want to.
i dont have the patience to write nor the energy to put it into any other physical form, dancing or singing.
