The Fan

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Jackson furrowed his brow, and smirked at me like crazy. "Liar," he said. I shook my head."I'm serious." His mouth made an O shape, and he walked towards me. "Who is it?" he asked, sitting on the edge of my bed. "You can't tell anyone!" I snapped, pointing my finger at him. Jackson nodded, seriously, and shifted his snapback. "Is it THE noona? Jae Hee?" he asked, in a grave tone. I abruptly shook my head. "It's someone else."
"Who?"
"A..A girl."
"Just A girl?"
"Well..."
"What's her name?"
"I don't know."
"Where did you see her?"
"Yesterday."
"At the trainee showcase?"
"Yeah."
"Describe her to me," Jackson said, beckoning his four fingers towards him. I bit my lip, and looked down at my blankets. How should I describe her? "Uhm, she's pretty," I said, blushing. Jackson glared at me. "I mean, does she have small eyes, big lips or what?" he said. I quickly nodded. "Oh, she..she has big eyes.. long black hair..and pink lips?" I said, in a confused tone. Jackson quickly looked at the clock on the wall. "Youngjae, I have to get back to the dorm," he said, grabbing the cardboard bag. "They're making me make dinner tonight," he said, shoving the rest of the controllers in the bag. "Bye." Jackson jogged towards the door, and opened it. "Don't tell anyone!" I reminded him, as he left the room. I grabbed my phone, which was on the desk beside my bed. I tapped my password in, and saw the number, 10, on my Line Chat app. Who's messaging me? I thought. All 10 of them were from JYP Entertainment. They gave me three notices about having to practice on certain day, two about being in the hospital, and five on safety and hospital bills. I grunted, slightly annoyed, and turned my lights off, and laid on my bed. As I closed my eyes, I heard a soft knock. Who's there? I thought, slightly afraid. I sat up and turned on the lights, and stared at the door. "Who's there?" I called out. I threw my legs to the edge of the bed, slipping them into my slippers. "Come out," I warned, standing up, and walking towards the door. I held my breath and swung the door open, to see nothing but an lighted hallway. I sighed, and walked back to bed. CLICK! I quickly spun around, and slammed the door, then scurried into my bed. Who was that? Why were they taking pictures? I frantically thought. Was it a fan??

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