Because I Love You, That's Why.

Failed Coffee Date and a Text.

~Hyomi~

"God da-"

"Don't even finish that word."

I shot a death glare at my "Ever-so-clean" roomate, Raina. She had her blanket pulled up to her chin(s) with her English textbook propped on a pillow.

"Oh, shut up. It's not like *you* actually have to study for any of this, Miss A." I grumbled, thumbing through my math notes.

I saw Raina shift from the side of my eye, "Well, if it bothers you so much, why don't you just go and talk to your little boooyyyffrrriieeenndd."

I threw my science book at her, "And why don't you die in a hole?"

You see, the boy she was talking about was my long-time friend Choi Junhong. Junhong, who I've played in a pool naked with several times. Junhong, who I helped adjust to puberty making him awkwardly giant. Junhong, who I haven't seen in 2 years.

Ever since he was accepted as a Trainee into TS, he hasn't had enough time to talk to me, or any of his friends. Every time I did see him, he was drenched in "Post-dancing" sweat and tired after a day of training.

He was set to debut sometime this year, and his idol group was the most talked about rookie idol group (well, after EXO, of course). His band, B.A.P. was expected to have a successful career ahead of them, and they weren't expected to disappoint.

*1 year ago*

I bent over on the cafe chair, struggling to catch my breath. Junhong, holding two steaming hot lattés in his hands, looked at me worried.

"I didn't know it was so funny." He frowned, obviously confused.

Sitting up, I took a deep breath, "Dude, so you're saying B.A.P. is a group of hot alien boys from a far off planet that came to Earth in order to conquer the music scene."

"Yep."

"And you're a robot?"

"...Yes..."

Once again, laughter took over me. He set one of the drinks down and stood up from his seat. I stopped laughing to look up at his annoyed face.

"Wait!", I called after him, "I haven't had a chance to make weird alien jokes yet!"

Junhong sighed, "I'm sorry, but I don't think I can be seen with you if you're not going to take this stuff seriously. At least not so soon before my debut." And with that, he left.

Yeah. Weren't expected to disappoint, my ass.

~~~~~

~Zelo~

I sat by my phone, contemplating on whether or not to text Hyomi. We hadn't talked since our coffee date and I was worried she was mad at me for my behavior. I mean, I knew what I said was rude, but I didn't want to come off as harsh as I did. Before I could make my decision, my thoughts were interuppted by a booming voice.

"Yo, maknae. We have dance practice now, so let's hurry before the choreographer hyung gets mad." said one of my bandmates, Yong-Guk.

I slowly stood and left the room.

"Five and six, seven and no! Junhong! How many times must I tell you that its pound, not thrust?!" the choreographer scolded. He slowly advanced on my, face red with anger, "Why do you even want to dance? Huh? Do you think it's some kind of joke?"

"No, it's because-"

"He wants to get closer to his SNSD sunbaes." piped Himchan, earning laughter from the rest of the band. I felt my face get red.

Definitely not helping.

"It's not that," I started, shooting a glare at Himchan, "It's because when I dance, I feel higher, like I can do everything and anything."

"Well, you obviously can't do a proper punch."

"I'm sorry. I'm kind of out of it today. I'll try harder." I bowed in apology, only to be sent home anyway. He said that I should just rest and come back when I'm feeling better.

As I walked home, I fumbled with the phone in my pocket.

When you get home, Junhong.

Passing the corner store a mile from my house, my mind was still on her. Her face after I had told her I didn't want to be seen with her. She probably thinks I'm ashamed of her...

No, you can't text her now. When you get home, Junhong.

I approached the gates leading to my home and leaned against it. I ran my fingers through my hair. She probably took it hard...I bet she thinks I forgot about her.

Just a few more steps. No, you can't text her now. When you get home, Junhong.

Too late.

I whipped out my phone and scrolled to her name: Hyomi dongsaeng :P (to which she typed "BUT DON'T CALL ME THAT" after it) and sent her a text:

Hey, long time no talk! Did you miss me? kkk

There.