If I Can't Have You... (An EXO fan fiction)

Chapter Thirty

Island?

Airport?

What was he talking about?

I didn't care that I was eavesdropping his phone conversation—I made my presence known and walked into the room.

"Where are you going?", I asked without addressing him. He turned his back to face me. He looked quite aghast at my sudden question. He quickly averted eye contact and stared at his phone. His fingers fidgeted on the lock button.

"Just...for movie shooting purposes.", he wetted his lips and swallowed. The movements were quite mesmerizing to watch. I blinked twice to remove that inappropriate image.

"Oh? Until when?", a voice behind me emerged. I looked behind me and it was Chanyeol. He looked like he just woke up and was quite startled by the sudden news too.

"Only for a few days. I promise I'll be back before the comeback date. We still have to film our comeback stage at MNet right?", Kyungsoo looked at Chanyeol as he answered. He was avoiding me. I wrinkled my eyebrows at his response.

"You haven't answered my question. Where are you going?", I said with a little tone of impatience. His eyes were shaking at my audacity.

"It's classified. I don't know if I'm allowed to say it..", he lingered on the last words and kept checking his phone, locking it and unlocking it repeatedly. I took that as a cue for not wanting to tell me and being secretive so I gave up on the interrogation. I went to the kitchen to pour a cup of water and headed upstairs with a smack on each of my steps.

As I arrived on the second floor, I tried to eavesdrop if Chanyeol and Kyungsoo were about to have a conversation. I wonder if Chanyeol would try to pry it off of him.

"Ya...weren't you being too harsh?", I heard Chanyeol's voice faintly. Kyungsoo replied something but his voice was so low and combined with my heavy breathing sound, I couldn't make up anything.

"Despite that, how could you talk to her like that? I thought you guys were...you know, quite close???", he hung the last adjective. My heart wrenched at it; I thought we were close too. Maybe he found out that Suho and I were dating now and he felt that it was inappropriate for him to be close to me, so he kept his distance. I knew then, that this was one of the consequences of being in a relationship. My decision was wavering, I wondered if I had made the right decision.

They continued their conversation but I had no energy to keep listening to it anymore, so I twisted open my doorknob quietly so I wouldn't alert them about my eavesdropping. I closed the door behind me with a sigh. I gripped my cup and drank the water in small sips. Where was he going anyway, dammit? Should I ask Suho? Or maybe...Gyeongjun? It would make me seem like a creepy stalker—an obsessive one at that. I sighed once again and tried to focus on what would be my activity for the day.

I grabbed my music sheets. There were a lot of songs but most of them sounded very unprofessional. There was a time when I wrote a song about my awfully short hair because my mom had to save up money from going to a professional salon, so she cut my hair instead. It was a humiliating 6-month period of my life. I had to wear a beanie wherever I went. I glanced at some of my unfinished songs. These were written on a whim—when I was in an unrequited love in middle school. I was pretty sure the boy didn't even know I existed, as I only viewed him from afar. All these incomplete and unprepared songs and I had the gall to recruit myself at SM. How embarrassing.

So I've decided. Today, I must produce at least ONE song. One proper song. One deserving song. Whatever it's about, it had to be flawless.

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