[ON HOLD] The Story of My Life

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Third person's pov

It was the day of comeback. The mv was released and as expected, the views are skyrocketing. Currently they were getting ready to perform at the Music Bank. Their manager was running back and forth, double checking and making sure nothing goes wrong. She got lemon tea for the boys to drink before their performance.

"Where's Changbin?" She asked while giving them the drinks and everyone just shrugged.

"Where have he gone when there's only thirty minutes left before performance." She mumbled to herself before getting out of the fitting room to search for the missing guy. After looking around for two mins, she finally found him.

"Yah, Changbin." She yelled. He turned around, shocked at younger's disrespect.

"Girl, I'm three older than you. Have some respect." He yelled back. She didn't notice the giggling person next to him.

"You have to be on stage in thirty mins. Come on you big boy." She tugged on his arms.

"Coming." That's when she noticed the person next to him. She looked at him from head to toe, which gave her neck a slight cramp.

"Damn, you're like TALL man. I didn't expect this."

"Um, thanks. Yeonjun by the way." He extended his hands.

"I know. I'm Yumi. Their new manager." She pointed at Changbin.

"You are a manager? You look like a kid."

"Hey, that's a bit extreme." She made a offended face at him.

"Sorry not sorry. But really, you're short and you live among short guys. So I'll definitely look like a giant to you." He shrugged.

"Yeah."

"Um Yumi, don't we have to go on stage in like 30 thirty mins?"

"Oh yeah, I totally forgot. It was to meet you Yeonjun. By the way, I'm a MOA."

"Really. Thanks. And it was nice to meet you to."

"Bye. See you around."

"Yeah." They did quick side hug.

"Changbin let's go?" Changbin and Yeonjun hugged each other before leaving.

"You see a handsome guy and forgot about your big brother? That's not nice." He whined.

"Oh come on, how can I forget about you." She nudged his shoulder.

"And you never said you are a MOA."

"And?" She deadpanned.

"Nothing."

As soon as she stepped into the fitting room, one of their stylists, Jiya pulled her by the arms.

"Yumi, we don't have much time and we are short on people. Can you help me?"

"Sure Jiya. What do you want me to do?"

"Thanks. You're a savior." She handed Yumi an eyeshadow pallet and a lipstick.

"Hyunjin, Seungmin and Changbin are not done with the makeup. Can you do it?"

"Yeah." She took the things and went to Seungmin.

"Hi mong mong."

"Hello shortie."

"Pfft, you are the one to talk."

"Whatever. Be quick."

"Calm down Seungmo."
"Jiya, which color for the eye?

"Light pink."

She did Seungmin's eyes and lips while they talked about anything and everything.

"Okay done." She moved to Changbin's seat after.

"If you hadn't gone, you would have been done with the makeup now."

"I went to talk with my friend."

"Fine. Now stay still."

"Yes hyung, stay still. I'm waiting." Hyunjin said from her side.

After she was done with Changbin's makeup, she went to Hyunjin.

"Hi Hyunjin. Now close your eyes." He listened to her like an obedient kid.

"Wah, I am honored to paint this million-dollar lips of yours."

"You like my lips?" His question caught her off guard. He smirked at her confused expression.

"I.....don't know how to answer that question."

"Straykids, you're up in ten mins." One off the operators yelled saving her from the awkward situation.

"And done." She walked away from him.

"Come on guys. Chop-chop." They followed her out of the fitting room towards the stage.

"Shit." Minho, who was right behind her mumbled.

"Woah, what happened?" He just stood there, with a button of his shirt on his hand.

"What have you done?"

"I was just adjusting it." He looked at her with a guilty face.

"You guys can move. Lino, you stay here. I'll be right back." She went to the fitting room and got a small sewing kit.

"Okay, which button was it?" She took it from his hand.

"Top button."

"Okay can you just bend down a little. I can't reach you." He widened his legs to reach her height. She stood close by him while tilting her head to the side, sewing it back on his shirt. Minho started to get tensed by the close proximity. He couldn't focus on anything but her. Her warm breath was fanning his neck. He could smell the light smell of her lavender perfume. If he moved his head two inches forward their lips would meet. That thought made his heart race. He was just praying to all the Gods, so that she won't hear it. 'Straykids in five' he heard someone mumbling.

"Shit." She mumbled while pulling him closer by his collar in a rush to finish sewing it back. Anyone would mistake their position as something else. She might not be giving much of thought to it, but the boy standing next to her was definitely having a hard time to breath.

"Done." She pushed him backwards, making him wake up from his trance.
"Now hurry." She pated his shoulder.

He ran towards the stage.

"Hyung why is your ear so red?" Felix asked.

"It's...nothing."

"You okay? Can you perform?"

"Yes Chan hyung. I'm fine."

They got up to stage.

Is he fine? No, definitely not. His mind was somewhere else. He couldn't focus on the performance. Every time he tried to focus; the image of her face so close to him would appear, which made his heart beat even faster. It may not be noticeable, but he knew he made some mistakes while performing. She was watching from them from the fitting room tv. As someone who has watched them practice the same dance a hundred times, she noticed all the mistakes. She was more concerned when Lino, who practices to make every move perfect, made mistake. When the performance was about end, she ran towards the stage. Minho was the first one to get off.

"Hey Lino, you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah." He replied without even looking at her face and walked away. Chan squeezed her shoulders.

"Give him some time. That's how he usually behaves when he makes mistake on stage."

"Yeah." She nodded.

Minho locked himself inside a fitting room and slid down the wall. She wasn't the problem at this point. He started to judge himself for making mistake, which awakened the horrible sounds inside his head. He covered his ears, trying to stop the voice. But to no avail. Frustrated at himself, he threw a hand mirror he found the table towards the wall, shattering it into millions of pieces. No one heard it outside the room, and he was safe for that matter.

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