Mágoa | SB19 Josh [SB19 Series #4]

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Josh's POV

"Dre, congrats! Kinasal ka pala!" my co-trainee, Paulo, teased me as soon as I arrived at our dance studio for another training session with Teacher Hong.

I was training at ShowBT, a Korean entertainment company who had branched out into the Philippines. ShowBT was looking for talented Filipinos who can perform. They were planning to launch a boy group. Stell, Justin, Paulo, Ken and I were the official members of that said boy group. We don't have a name, or a date on when to debut, yet. We were still waiting for the go signal from our management.

Clark had posted pictures of my fake wedding with Grace on his facebook timeline. He had the gall to tag me in all the photos. I had wanted to smack Clark when I found out but he reasoned that it was his way of exacting revenge at Katrina who was posting numerous pictures of her and Mike Reylow every single day.

"Ako gaganti para sa'yo, pre," Clark told me.

Personally, I don't care about getting back at Katrina for cheating on me. Yes, I was hurt. Yes, I'm still hurting. 

But, if Katrina gets a bit hurt from seeing my "wedding" photos, then, okay, fine with me.

I was not happy with the way I was being teased by my co-trainees though. They were loud guys. They would also blab. I know they would save those pictures and post them on my birthday to embarass me. Those pictures would live on forever.

I was beginning to dread my birthday.

"Grabe, Josh. Di ka nag-invite. Ouch," Stell told me, dramatically clutching on his chest.

I wrinkled my nose, a little annoyed about their teasing. They can tease me about other things, but teasing me about my fake marriage with Grace was a little unnerving for me. Those photos had hit a sensitive nerve in my body.

Whenever those photos would pass by through my timeline, I would take a deep breath and say, "It was just fake. Everything was fake. You only did it because you were doing a good deed. Okay? Okay."

Even Ken, who was this quiet, unbothered guy, had the guts to tease me. "Sana nag volunteer ako bilang ringbearer," he said, his lips pouting.

I widened my eyes at all of them. Why were they being extremely annoying today?

"Naka move on ka na pala kay Kat. UwU. Di na siya sad," Stell's baby voice rang through my ears.

"Can you not?" I whined.

"Ohhhhh. Touchy," Stell was unfazed.

"Ipapakain kita sa clown," I threatened him.

He gasped and hit me on the shoulder. I was confused whether to laugh or to groan from the hurt. Stell was irrationally afraid of clowns. It's unbelievable.

"Ang sakit mo naman magsalita," Stell sulked. He was like a little kid whose ice cream fell on the ground.

I tried my best to ignore a sulking Stell. I plopped on the studio dance floor and rummaged for a water bottle in my backpack. The boys- Stell, Ken, Justin and Paulo followed me like a puppy dog.

"Ganda ng asawa mo ah," Paulo commented. He winked at me, as if he approved of my choice for a wife.

"Ano pangalan nya, dre?" Ken asked. Even Ken, silent night Ken, was joining the others in their shenanigans! Why were they tripping on me today? Why?

I just shrugged.

"Di mo alam pangalan ng asawa mo? Luh, dude. That's bad," Ken replied. He widened his eyes and made a face at me.