15 princes and a princess

15 princes and a princess 46

Day 1 of our master plan has arrived.

And I am scared as hell.

The guys were sat behind a curved desk, with me and Jonghoon. I was placed in the middle, but so you can have a rough idea, this was the whole seating plan:

Jonghoon

Ryeowook

Eunhyuk

Siwon

Shindong

Henry

ZhouMi

Donghae

Me

Yesung

Kyuhyun

Kangin (Who was still jinxed, and very annoyed)

Sungmin

Leeteuk

Hangeng

Kibum

Heechul

All the guys, including Jonghoon were in jeans and smart shirts, some were in ties also, but most didn't bother. I, however, was more formal. I had chosen a white long sleeved shirt with a red silk skinny tie, a high-waisted, black, knee-length pencil skirt with tan tights and black patent leather heels that shone. My make up was simple, eyeliner, mascara and red lipstick with my hair straightened with the ends hanging in loose curls and left down. I smiled nervously and held Yesungs hand under the table, out of sight from anyone who might have seen. Jonghoon cleared his throat close enough to the microphone, it was just a test, we had arrived early to plan and in about ten minutes, the fans that had been kept outside would be let in. I could hear the occasional fan girl scream from where I was sat and with each passing second my grip on Yesung's hand got tighter, however, he showed no signs of pain. I forced myself to let go and looked up at him with a weak smile, tucking a curl behind my ear. It fell back into my face again and I frowned, pushing it back again only for it to writhe around and flop back into my line of vision. I pouted angrily but Yesung tilted my head up, lifted the offensive strand and twisted it behind my ear, curling it around my glasses frame a few times so that you could no longer see it. I smiled gratefully and took a sip of water to calm myself.

I was used to performing on stage, anyone would say that I should be in my element but I was far from it. When I was performing, I was singing my songs, straight from my heart, my message to the world, I knew what I was saying and how, the fans were there for me and I could rely on them to sing along. Now, I was going to be faced with a room full of people that probably hated me, and may even be willing to kill me to stop me staying with 'their' oppas, and I didn't have my bandmates for support. I mean, sure, the guys were all here, but it wasn't the same...

And I am leaving it all behind for this. For him.

I sighed thoughtfully, deep in a train of thought that was making me more panicked, angry and fearful as the images passed through my head. Graphic images of the fans killing me in numerous ways for the most part.

"You have five more minutes okay?" A guy from the wings said, his headset half hanging off of his head so he could hear us. I nodded briefly and so did a few of the guys.

Show time everybody -Insert sarcastic jazz-hands here- let the show begin.

I shuffled in my seat, pulled at the ends of my sleeves and my skirt, adjusted my tie and sat up straight. *Come on Rayn, you can do this, all the guys are here, nothings gonna happen. Breathe.*

I steadied my breathing and took a sip from the water they had given me. It was calming to some degree and I shut my eyes momentarily, until I heard someone call '3...2...1... Let them in.' through a headset. My heart rate jumped but I quickly calmed it.