I sat in silence as the only sound heard was the rustling of leaves in the wind. I closed my eyes then heard faint giggling. I quickly opened my eyes then looked around. I should've gone with him. It grew louder then stopped. Then I started to hear singing.

It was a sweet and soft melody and had pushed me to the border between consciousness and the dream world. It stopped singing and the rustling leaves had replaced it. I needed to know who held such a voice. I left the courts and headed for the entrance.

I looked around where I had sat from the outside. "Ah, shit..." My nose kept bleeding and I started to feel lightheaded. I sat down and tilted my head back in hopes of no longer feeling lightheaded. "Chris..." I looked around and wondered who was calling my name.

The soft voice rang in my ears again, causing me to close my eyes for a better listen. The voice was so close. I felt something touch my face then something being put in my nostrils. "Who's there?" "Your angel." They had sung it, making their actual voice undetectable.

I opened my eyes then panicked when it was still dark. "Let me see who you are!" "No." I felt cool hands snaking up underneath my shirt and I quickly pulled away. "What are you doing?" "Stay still..." I curled into myself in hopes of deterring them. "Chris!"

I soon heard retreating footsteps then regained sight. "Chris! Where are you?" I managed to squeak out a weak here. "Why did leave? And when did you get tissue...?" I touched my nose then shook my head. Should I tell him? What if he made fun of me for being such an easy target?

I walked back towards the building and made a call. I needed protection. These harassments were becoming too frequent. I couldn't rest easily at night anymore, in fear that someone would kidnap me.

[지]
I squealed happily as I watched Chris walk into the building. I had touched him. I touched his bare skin. It was so smooth, so soft. He had abs. I had a taste of the forbidden fruit and now I wanted more. I decided to hang around a bit longer to take a few more photos.

I quietly watched as he rallied back and forth with his opponent. I wondered what he was thinking about. I was sure after the sweet moment between us that he'd seek better protection, but that wouldn't deter me in the slightest. I was determined to make him want me.

[3rd]
They decided to call it a day and Chris had looked briefly towards the fence. "Jisung...?" Where he practiced was no secret due to a leak and they were still in the process of finding a new place. He didn't really mind the leak.

He appreciated fans coming to see how hard he worked. He jogged over to Jisung then gave him a half hearted smile. He hadn't forgotten what Jisung had done weeks ago back at the Q&A session. "Hey." He found it odd that Jisung never talked much around him. Jisung simply waved shyly.

"Did something happen...?" "Huh?" Jisung pointed to the half melted ice pack and tissue on the bench. "Oh, it's nothing." "Your nose..." Chan briefly panicked then calmed down when Jisung only mentioned it looked red. "It gets red sometimes randomly. Human bodies are weird."

"Yeah..." Chan wasn't sure what to talk about with him. He shouldn't be getting close to fans in the first place. "I'm gonna go..." "Wait." He tilted his head as he waited for Jisung to speak. "What's your favorite love song...?" "Do you have a pen?"

He wrote it down so that Jisung knew the correct spelling. "Enjoy." He walked over to his bag then wondered why Jisung was so quiet. Was there something going on at home? Or was it just his personality? He zipped up his bag then noticed he had left. Jisung was really a strange person.

[지]
I arrived home then ducked out of the reach of my mother. "No hug?" "Last time you hugged me, you tried to suffocate me." My father had poked his head out then motioned for me to come upstairs. "Go back to drinking since that's all you care about." "You little shit."

He sat on the bed then patted the spot next to him. "A house..." I lowered my tone while looking at him seriously. "Are we moving? With or without..." "Without." It was a pretty bold move for my father as he was practically my mother's rag doll. "When...?"

"Soon. Secretly pack." I nodded then hesitated. "What?" I gave him a brief hug before quickly leaving. I pitied my father terribly, but I don't think anyone could've predicted my mother's downward spiral. I locked my bedroom door then started to pack. Only death could stop us from leaving.

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I moved my finger towards my mouth then stopped. It was already mangled from the previous times. I opted to chewing on licorice and planned to condition myself into it. I scrolled through Twitter, liking and retweeting anything that remotely related to Chris.

I checked his account then frowned. He had posted a picture of that girl again. I quickly typed a response that appeared nice on the surface, but contained hate within. Only intellectuals could understand me. I laughed hard as replies in agreement poured in. Idiots.