False Impressions I Book 1: Lee Heeseung

Chapter 13: Inevitably

Jam-packed. It was the sight that greeted Aerin the moment she sets her foot inside the wide arena. The crowd is massive and extremely loud and the wide platform in the middle of an open field is a jaw dropper and Aerin was staggered for merely a minute.

Attending a concert doesn't fickle her fancy in the past. Aerin always thought being present in a musical concord is a trap, designed to catch every girl's fantasy and before you know it, you're lured and tricked and cannot get the hell out. 

Abruptly, she found her feet stomping in the beat. Aerin groans in disbelief.

"Staff are not allowed here until the concert starts. And we are short staffed. Can you give the stylist a hand? She got problems with the boys outfit." a crew approached her.

Aerin couldn't answer for seconds. The command contradicts to the agreement, she cleared her throat before speaking.

"I don't think I can do that." she stressed out.

The concert crew gave her a glower. "Seriously? At this highly stressed hour? Get your lazy feet inside the waiting room. Now!"

The forceful crew ruined her strong disposition and Aerin couldn't believe she's taking her way inside the restricted area. She was hesitant to twist the knob and take that chance for she knows exactly, she's going to crumble in Lee Heeseung's glance.

"Move it! We're about to roll in an hour!"

The other concert crew quickly opened the door, revealing a sight that made Aerin's eyes amazingly wide. The waiting room is in total chaos, unbelievably messy and so quickly, she felt a intimidated by the disorganization.

"Finally, a back up!" the stylist sighed in relief and pulled her inside the room. 

"Here, take this." the first staff continued and placed a bunch of stuff on Aerin's stiff hands.

"W-What are these for?" 

"Are you new or you're just naive? That's an in ear piece. The boys are going to put in on later. Take those inside. I'll be right back!"

The mix up is unbelievable and Aerin is also in the midst of her own battle. She knows Lee Heeseung is inside that door. She stepped back, so eager to leave the room but was stop by another frenzy.

"Why is this always happening to me?! Seriously, a garment mishap minutes before the performance?! They can't have a wardrobe malfunction or else it's the end of me!" the stylist broke down in tears.

Aerin stopped briefly. She was put on hold watching a break down. The stylist situation is far more worst than her concern. She glanced at the clock as she speak.

"I-Is there anay way I can help? You still got time." Aerrin was surprised with her own statement.

"I don't know. But, in any way, do you know how to sew?"

"I think I can."

"You're a gift from up above!" the stylist jumped in relief. "Here, take this. Fix the tear on Lee Heeseung's shirt. While I do some quick fix on Sunoo and Sunghoon's buttons."

"A w-what?" Aerin was quick to fluster.

"Quick! We got no time!"

Even if she tried to avoid it, destiny is calling the shots. Aerin found herself inside that room, in the suprised eyes of seven men dressed in a wondrous prince like costumes, glittering with jewels. In that small amount of time, Aerin wanted to curl down in embarrassment.

Heeseung caught her eyes and the space between them was definite again. But Aerin didn't fulfill her promise. She's distant and unresponsive and literally avoiding him. Heeseung is going nuts by the awkwardness.