The Main Man - Seventeen DK

Rumours & Lies

Life is just as boring for the next week, nothing much happening although the boys have now moved on to Sydney. Work is nothingness really, just something I have to do that certainly doesn't keep my mind off of things whilst the media are doing whatever. The only difference I suppose is that I'm even more paranoid than before. I check the news I don't know how many times a day to see whether a story about Key and I has broken but so far, nothing.

Meaning, when Saturday comes around and it's time for my coffee with him I'm both apprehensive and also excited. Just as he said, even if a story does break, the people closest to me know the truth and that's all that matters. The only down side being that there is no way to explain to it someone without putting his secret in jeopardy, some thing I don't want to have to do. Such a dilemma but that doesn't bother me as I enter the cafe, a determined look on my face.

"Hey" I call out to the well dressed dude sat at a table for two, mask covering his face. Pretty sure that's him.
"Um, excuse me? Do I know you?" He says, looking up at me with a confused expression on his face. Whoops. Guess that's not him.
"Ah, um, sorry, wrong person?" I try pathetically, slowly backing away from the table not looking behind me so it's only when I crash into a table of two with my great backside that I stop in my tracks, the couple sat there looking very worrying to say the least.

At this point, I have the attention of an entire cafe. I can practically read there minds right now. Seriously, half of them are thinking "who is this awesome masked stranger with a great fashion sense? I need this person in my life". Meanwhile, the other half - well, maybe more than half - are thinking "what the hell is this lunatic doing in a perfectly peaceful place like some kind of masked phsyco?". However much I hate to say this, I think that the second is probably more accurate by now.

I eventually make my way over to a booth in the back, subtly bowing my head in disgrace the whole way. It's as though I can feel the eyes of the whole cafe on me which is why I slip out my phone and begin to stress text in desperation.

'Where are you?'
'I've kinda made a fool of myself'
'Now the whole cafes looking at me'
'I don't know what to do'
'Save me'
'SOS'
'What do I do?'
'I'm not great in social situation'
'I need back up ASAP'
'Please.....'
'I'm dying'
'Oh god, now there's someone coming towards me'
'I think he's about to arrest me'
'I just want you to tell DK I love him'
'His shadows covering me'
'I'm scarred'
'Ok, I'm about to face him'
'Wish me luck'

"Do you stress text or something?" The deep voice asks me as I look up to meet his gaze. "I mean, it's quite funny but I'm not here to arrest you or anything. I certainly had an entertaining time walking from the company to here is all I can say" the person says as they sit down opposite me.
"Key, thank god for that. I actually thought I was in danger"
"Why, what did you do?"
"Order and I'll tell you after that. Vanilla bubble tea for me please, I'll pay you in a minute"
"Don't be stupid, you have a boring taste anyway so I can't let you pay for something that plain. Let me spice it up a bit, then you can tell me" he replies casually, standing up once again to head over to the counter.

He soon returns with two drinks a a couple of cookies in hand.
"Come on, let's get out of here" he smiles, walking towards the exit.

I grab my stuff in reply, following him in the direction of the exit. I scuttle towards the door, tripping over a couple of chairs but otherwise I make it out unscathed, no doubt the cafe is glad to get rid of me. Key hands me my bubble tea as soon as we're out before making our way to one of the near by parks.

We spend ages just wondering and chatting as we talk about everything and nothing at the same time. Our moods easily change between bright and bubbly and slightly sad and hopeless when discussing our multitude of problems. We're both wearing masks to conceal our identities since we're afraid of the consequences in case we get caught - after all, we know the influence of the media more than most.