Pain is a feeling... being hurt an emotion

Chapter 6

Timothy laid like most days on his bed contemplating his life choices. The job wasn't bad and he started to like the members. Valentine was sweet and kind to him, always showing him cute cat videos. Hyun didn't bother him, he seemed pleased especially when he made Valentine happy. Timothy is surprised that their relationship isn't public, they are glued together nonstop. His heart gave him a squeeze every time he saw them together. Helio was more of a time bomb, his mood swings incredible, but if he sleeps enough, he is friendly and outgoing. Timothy found it funny how you could tell how much sleep he got by the number of mood swings.

Sighing he got out of bed, he needed to get ready. Which got harder by the day, all his already loose cloths got worse. He couldn't eat well the past weeks always thinking about his mates. His stupid submissive body wanting to be in close contact with his mates. The first week was the hardest, all he wanted to do was rip Lee's and Slater's cloths off and rub his sent all over them marking them his. Even thinking about this made him disgusted with himself, he was behaving like a dog in heat. Luckily, he got thought this phase quickly. Probably because of his suppressant intake and now he could be in a room with them without wanting to piss all over them. Now it was a tugging feeling in his heart paired with a stone sitting on his chest.

"Ugh, get it together. You look like a zombie" he gave himself an inspiring pep talk in the mirror and slapped his face. After this he dashed out of the apartment realizing he's almost late.

"How are you, little one" Yuir asked him when he arrived at the appointed spot. "Good thank you and you?" he answered in his usual small voice "Now that you are here much better" bewildered Timothy looked at the smirking Yuir. Tilting his head to the side the taller chuckled at his adorable appearance. "Dola and Gia are running late. I need you to fill in for them" Timothy wanted to slap himself again, he though he meant something else. Turning redder by the second he nodded like a chicken and runed backstage.

Yuir could only chuckle as the watched him waddle away in embarrassment. He liked how easy it was to make him flustered. It was cute and entertaining. Losing the grin he got back to his stoic self, smoothed out his suit and followed in Timothy's direction.

"Hi Timothy, in yesterday's live the fans loved my braid. Could you style it again please?" Valentine begged. Using the precious time without the other stylist to monopolize Timothy. In his eyes he was the best making him look otherworldly. Timothy nodded briefly and walked to the hair station Valentin following with a spring in his seps.

The temperature near Slater drooped, Lee feeling it turned to him. Why is this big dodo spreading negative emotions. He needed happy ones for the interview so he could be as charming as ever "Stop the frowning you will get wrinkles and look uglier" Lee complains. In return Slaters frown deepened and a tiny vain popped on his clenched jaw "Fuck off" he spat out. He felt irritated Timothy as ignoring him and working on Val instead on him. He knew the situation but couldn't shake the feeling. He wanted to be Timothy's sole interest all attention on him. Frustrated he stood up walking outside meeting Yuir on the way and bumping his shoulder "Move"

"Lee did you put salt in Slaters shoe again?" "How am I always at fault when he is in a bad mood" Lee crossed his arms while slowly moving his back to Yuir. Their manager not even faced of his behavior turned to Hyun, he could be trusted to report the situation without being overly dramatic. "He didn't. Slater's mood turned sour without an indicator" shrugging he walked to Valentin who was almost ready.

"How much longer do you need with him?" asked Yuir now in a soothing voice obviously talking to Timothy. The boys by now accustomed to their two-faced manager "two minutes then I will move to Lee" hearing his name Lee moved out of his sulking corner and skipped to his seat. Swinging his legs and happily waiting for his turn. Now was his chance to start a real conversation with Timothy. By the time he got to him, his cheek hurt.