STRAYKIDS 9TH MEMBER?!(18+)

Jeongin alternate ending

(Read from chapter 10 for understanding!)

I get ready for bed and change into a baggy t-shirt and decide to just wear my panties. I want to go grab a water bottle from the kitchen but don't wanna out on shorts because I'm comfy. I decide to just quickly go and grab it. When I walk out I see Lee know sleeping on the couch. He might be cold.. Whatever. Still mad at him. I quickly grab my water bottle and open it when walking back to my room. While slurping on the cold tasteless liquid, I bump into a silhouette causing the liquid to fall all over my shirt and mouth.

"Crap! You scared me!" Jeongin screams out. I look at him annoyance as I am the one who is currently standing in a puddle. "You little-" I raise my hand to smack him as he flinched but I pulled away reluctantly. I groaned past him and into the bathroom, the flick of the light makes it a yellowish color inside. I grab a towel and begin to dry ny neck and collarbones. I see that Jeongin is standing behind me in the mirror but, I didn't realize how intensely he was staring at me. Or should I say, my revealing clothing. Maybe wearing no bra with a white shirt wasn't a good idea.

"Pervert!" He jumps at my yelling, his cheeks begin to flush. He covers his mouth to hide a smile, "what? I wasn't doing anything.." I glare at him intensely and dry my hair with the towel. "Right.." He giggles about something but I ignore it. Next thing I know, my legs fail me and I catch myself on the sink. He had kicked the back of my knee to make me fall and succeeded. "Yah!" I yell out but, he has already disappeared. I shake my head and drag the towel out with me to chase him down. I barge into his room and lock the door so he can't escape. I throw the semi-wet towel over his head and tackle him.

We wrestle around for a bit until he accepts defeat, "okay, okay! I give up!" I get off of him, laying down the pillow I acquired from his bed. He puffs out smoke in my direction as he sits up, we always used to sneak around to smoke with each other in secret. I decide to change into clothing that's not see through and steal one of his hoodies. I giggle as I lay down next to him and take a puff to get a light high. I hear a ding from his phone and he gets up to look at it. His face turns into a concerned look, his brows furrowed. "Have you seen this?" He walks over to me and holds out the phone for me to see. An article, I grab it out of his hands and begin to read it. "How? How did they find out?!" He shakes his head and shrugs his shoulder. I set the phone down and my head goes in my hands. This is going to be a big headache. I take another long smoke.

"Hey," he sits down next to me and runs gently on my back. "You didn't become a member because we know each other or that we dated. You became one because you have amazing talent. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise." I sigh heavily, "they even know about cha eunwoo. It was supposed to stay a secret." His hands move off my back. "What do you mean? Is it true? You were in an arranged marriage?" I collapse onto my back and stare up at his ceiling. He always has a perfect aesthetic in his room, like when he was young. A projector lights up the ceiling with stars.

"Was. Past tense. It's a long story.." it goes silent for a couple moments. "Well I'm listening. I like stories." He smiles lightly, exposing one of his dimples. I sigh and begin, "it was before we, you know, broke up. The reason why I was moving away, the marriage." He nods his head, listening very intensely. "They threatened that they would do stuff to you and your family if I told you what was happening. So, the only logical reason was to break up with you." He isn't looking at me anymore, but at his hands.

"Cha eunwoo declined the marriage after multiple negotiations due to the reason that I had a boyfriend and am already so called 'dirty.' My parents let it go and let me pursue to be a trainee." He finally looks at me again when I grabbed his hand. "I'm sorry that I kept all this from you. You didn't deserve it." He looks down again, his eyes seem sad. His lips look like he wants to confess something, like that day he told me his feelings. That little quiver and stutter.