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Chapter 20

"Why is it so hard," JYP's worn, almost leather like textured face scowled at Yugyeom and I, "to pretend as if you don't know each other outside of Mark's parents house?" A picture that fans had managed to capture, with their camera lenses peaking through the links in the fence, glared at us from the white board where the projector was displaying the image. It was a picture of us holding hands, moments before we had leaped into the water. The quiet hum of the projector was the only answer that JYP received. Even with his dark and angry eyes turned towards me, I still wondered where the forthcoming speech was coming from. Had he gotten a translator? Did he pull Mark or Jackson aside with the promise of rewards if he wrote it for him? 

JYP angrily right clicked the wireless mouse that sat next to his laptop and then another picture of Yugyeom and I discretely kissing flashed across the screen. The fan had been far away enough, my back was facing towards the camera on both pictures so even though the pictures were leaked and more than likely running rampant on the internet, I was unidentifiable. But fans of Got7 would be able to identify Yugyeom in record time, with his face tilted downward and his wet bangs plastered against his face and his lips pressed against mine. Even though we were being everything but interrogated, I was allowed a brief second to rethink the moment of the wet kiss, the taste of chlorine rose on my lips, before the memory shattered with the loud rasp of JYP's knuckles against the rosewood table.

I flinched hard against my own accord before attempting to swallow down the bile that rose in my throat. I dug my finger nails into my palms and I felt my fists tremble against my thighs. I should have known something like this was going to happen. Fans had tendencies to be crazy both in and out of the states. So them suspecting a lone woman with their precious idols-

"The boys are going on tour." JYP's hard voice, void of any sympathy or pity, drew me once again from my chaotic thoughts. "And you're not going with them. I'll be confiscating Yugyeom's phone and he's not to have any contact with you. We cannot let this turn into a scandal that jeopardizes his career. You are replaceable. You are not permanent. Yugyeom's career and reputation are." JYP stood rather fluidly from his computer chair that was identical to Yugyeom and my chair before pressing his palms flat against the table. He leaned over the edge of the table so he was looming over us, the projector bulb and computer screen both cast odd lighting against his face. 

I felt as if all the air had been driven from my lungs. I stared, without genuinely looking, at JYP. Sure, dating an idol was not the most desirable situation in the world. There were many instances in which I considered breaking off this almost childish game Yugyeom and I seemed to play, but being with him was worth all the hardships. Now he was being wrenched away from me for God knows how long and there was nothing I could do. I tried to pull air into my lungs despite their restriction. Over the sound of my blood rushing through my veins, I could faintly hear Yugyeom let out a harsh breath, before he swallowed deeply. 

No words came from his pretty lips though. He just continuously opened and closed his mouth, worked his jaw, before bowing his head and accepting defeat from his boss. I bit harshly at my lower lip before following Yugyeom's lead, bowing lowly at the waist. 

JYP was silent for a few seconds before he cleared his throat. He dismissed us in Korean, his tone still holding the venom he used to lash out so viciously at Yugyeom and I. I didn't bother to sit and ponder the foreign language that slipped from his lip, just bowed lowly once more before clutching Yugyeom's hand tightly in my clammy hand. 

I wrenched the door to the meeting room open, feeling my chest tighten before all but shoving Yugyeom through the opening. I followed quickly after him, pulling the heavy door along it's well-greased track before shutting it tightly. I stepped away from it, staring down at the door handle and attempting to pull air into my lungs to subdue the rapid spinning feeling I was experiencing. 

Yugyeom, bless his tender heart, slumped his lanky frame against the wall opposite where I stood. Upon hearing the soft thump from him leaning himself against the white wall, I turned to stare at him. His purple hair was mused as if he had run his long fingers through it multiple times, and his slightly chubby cheeks were damp and glistening with still shedding tears. 

I felt my own tears burn at the back of my eyes at the sight of my boyfriend distraught to this level. I mean, sure I had seen the RealGot7 when they pranked the poor baby, and the outcome had drawn tears from him. But it was never to extent that his breathing was harsh and rapid, as if he was being strangled by a pair of unseen hands. I wiped quickly at my eyes, before stepping up to him. 

He kept his head tilted back against the wall, and his eyes clenched shut so the skin around the edges bunched at the force. This action didn't prevent the tears from slipping past and racing down his face, so I let out a breath through my nose, rocking onto my tippy toes and wiping at his damp cheeks with the edge of a thin, long-sleeved shirt I was wearing. He peeled his eyes open, and already they were swelling and red in color. 

"I sorry," he whimpered, his high-pitched voice cracking and causing the tears I had been keeping at bay to blur my vision. "I sorry we got caught."

"No." My voice wavered, and I quickly cleared my throat, blinking rapidly. "Don't blame yourself Yuggy. We'll get through this." I continued stroking at his cheeks with the now soaked fabric, letting my gaze continuously shift from his swelled eyes, to his pale skin, and back to his eyes. He kept his gaze locked on mine, his thick bottom lip poking past his top lip. It would have been a comical look, if not for the circumstances. 

Yuggy let out a soft whine, similar to that of an injured dog, before slumping against me, leaning down so his head rested against my shoulder. His body folded at an odd angle, but he didn't seem to mind, given that he stayed like this, my fingers running continuously through his silky strands of hair, until loud voices echoed off of the walls, Jackson's boisterous laughter the most noticeable.