Kwon Jiyong sat in his dressing room with his managers and other members on the management team. He was tired and was basically falling asleep in the chair as he awaited his scheduled live performance. He sat straighter in his chair when Warriors came on and he nodded his head while listening to his hoebaes perform. He was very impressed and very proud of them.

When they ended, Kwon Jiyong tried to go back to sleep but his dressing room's door was knocked on and in walked a stage director with headsets and an Ipad. He came to tell Kwon Jiyong to wait out in the hall for his turn for his performance. Sighing, he got up after getting a last check over from his noonas about his makeup and clothes. Nothing seemed out of place so he exited the dressing room and entered the busy hall filled with other groups awaiting their performance.

As he made his way down the hall, he passed one of the many halls that connected to the main hall of Music Bank. However, he stopped when he saw something from the corner of his eyes. He looked down the hall to see what had caused him to stop all of a sudden. When he saw a girl who looked like Nabi at the far end of the hall, he had to squint his eyes to see if it was actually her. She was talking to two other girls and the situation didn't look good. Before he knew it, his feet began walking towards them. However, halfway down the hall he stopped when he heard the loud slap that softly echoed down the hallway.

"Da-Hye unni!" Kwon Jiyong heard one of the girls gasped while covering her mouth.

"You dare show your face here?" The girl who slapped Nabi asks with an angry tone. "Do you even know what we had to go through? We all seperated. Bori went back to her hometown and became the laughing stock because she failed to achieve her dream. Min Jung went to study in China because her family couldn't face her anymore. Me? I had to repeat being a trainee for three years before being able to become an idol again. What about our poor So Hee? She had to do it for four years again. Four! She was almost placed into another group if I hadn't begged the CEO to place her in the same group as me. And what? You're back in Korea? Why?" The girl laughed humorlessly.

"Da-Hye-ah. I didn't know. I'm sorry. Everything I've done to you and the other girls. I'm so sorry."

Kwon Jiyong knew her voice and confirmed that it is indeed Nabi. He began walking down the hall to reach them. The three were so emerged into the conversation that nothing around them mattered. They didn't even see Kwon Jiyong getting closer to them.

"You're sorry? Why haven't you told us why? If you at least told us why you had left, we would've forgiven you easily." The girl says choking over her words. "All those years I thought you actually cared about us."

"I did care! I cared so much about you guys. That decision I made all those years ago is something I didn't think through." He heard Nabi explain. "I didn't think it would've affected you guys this bad."

"Do you even regret leaving us?"

By now, Kwon Jiyong was fuming with anger. He approached the girl and when he saw her hand fly up, ready to hit Nabi, his hand reach out instinctively and stopped her. It was inches away from Nabi's face and Kwon Jiyong couldn't believe anyone would try to hit his sweet Nabi.

"Who do you think you're laying your hands on?" Kwon Jiyong snapped with his eyes glowering down at Lee Da-Hye in anger.

Shocked to see Kwon Jiyong, Nabi covered her mouth. "Jiyong oppa." It came out muffled due to her mouth being covered but he heard her.

Ignoring Nabi, he continued to stare down Lee Da-Hye with anger. "Your sunbae asked you a question. Who do you think you're laying your hands on?" He snapped.

Nabi took hold of Kwon Jiyong's arm and tried to pry his hands off of Lee Da-Hye's arm while she had a shocked expression. She didn't know how to respond to Kwon Jiyong and she didn't know how to react about him protecting Nabi.

"Oppa, no." Nabi says.

Kwon Jiyong looked over at Nabi who stared at him with her big eyes, pleading with him to stop. He instantly dropped Lee Da-Hye's arm and felt himself calming down just by seeing her. He took hold of Nabi's wrist and dragged her away from the two, and out into the main hall of Music Bank. He didn't care that other idols stared at the two with curious eyes, he just continued dragging her out. Even when they came out of the Music Bank studio and out into the KBS building where workers and other famous people walked around going to destinations unknown to Nabi or Kwon Jiyong, he didn't care who stared at them.

Nabi pulled her arm out of Kwon Jiyong's grip the moment he pulled her into a secluded area. "What are you doing?" She snapped.

Kwon Jiyong turned around to face her and sighed. "I'm protecting you."

"From what? Being slapped around?" Nabi asked.

"Yes!" He says in an obvious tone. "You think I enjoy you being slapped around? Getting hurt?" He asks while placing one hand on her shoulder and the other hand over her cheek. "I don't like you getting hurt."

Nabi placed her hand over his, and slowly pulled it away from her cheek. "You don't understand." She says. "I ruined their life. I caused one of the members to become the joke of her hometown. Another to get banished to China for not being able to achieve the goal of becoming a top idol. And the other two had to repeat training. I wasn't there to protect them. I couldn't protect them like I was able to during their trainee years." She sighed. "You're the leader of your group. You understand a position of a leader and the responsibilities of being one. I disappointed the girls and caused them such discomfort and pain. I was chosen as the leader and had to take care of my members. I couldn't even do that." Nabi explained.

"I'm sure you had your reasons. You didn't do it with a bad intent." Kwon Jiyong says defending her.

Nabi shook her head. "You don't get it." She crossed her arms across her chest in a defensive way. "After knowing I ruined their life, knowing that I failed them as a leader, I still don't regret the decision I made. If I had to do it all over again, I would. I would still leave them." Tears pulled at the brim of her eyes as she explained. "Slapping me doesn't only make her feel better, but it makes me feel better. It's something I deserve."

Kwon Jiyong sighed. "You can't blame yourself. You can't put that burden on you."

Nabi sighed. "It's been over ten years. This burden isn't going anywhere." She closed her eyes tired of talking about it. "Why haven't you replied to any of my messages?" She asked changing the subject.

Kwon Jiyong scratched the back of his neck. "It's not that I didn't want to because I did. I really did." He says stumbling over his words. "Its...It's just...I don't know."

Nabi nodded. "Alright." She turned around readying to leave.

Kwon Jiyong's hand reached for her forearm and stopped her from doing so. "Where are you going?" He asks softly.

Nabi sighed. "I know I'm being selfish. I shouldn't have asked for you to reply, knowing how busy you are. So it's my fault." She sighed again truly blaming herself for bothering Kwon Jiyong. "I'm sorry."

"That's not what I meant." Kwon Jiyong says trying to turn her around.

"I have to go. I have a long drive back home." She says placing a hand over his hand that lightly gripped her forearm, and slowly dragged it down her arm before she let it fall to his side.

She left without turning to look back at Kwon Jiyong. He stood there looking down in annoyance at himself.

"What are you doing here? You have to hurry up, you're next." Kwon Jiyong's manager says when he finally found Kwon Jiyong.

"Okay." Kwon Jiyong says lowly before following his manager back to Music Bank's studio.

.....

From this moment on, it would be great to randomly play your favorite hyped kpop song before viewing the gifs ahead! If not it would still make sense but it wouldn't be as funny.

When my kpop be playing, I will be dancing like...

Shake it, shake it for me.

Wiggle wiggle.

Me when DEAN's songs come one. #DEANTrash.

My family and friends be rudely looking at me like...

But Kpop be too fire so everyone ends up joining the dance party...

Vs hip thrusts though!