𝟷𝟸𝟶𝙱𝙿𝙼(Junhoe Fanfic) √

Chapter 12 - Ramyun

Junhoe forced open his eyes but all he can see was darkness, a never ending darkness. There's no determining if he was still asleep or awake. Is this a dream or reality?

Did he really got fooled with a sleeping pill on a water? Did he just follow a stranger, trusting her his safety?

Are the others looking for him?

There's no certainty to anything and everything for now.

Once again he shut his eyes close, rubbing it with both hands, hoping that when he opens it he will finally see something. But it was impossible. He shook his hands to gain strength but all it did was shake his upper body making him more nauseous. It was undeniable that he was drugged.

He tried to look around slowly to avoid making himself nauseous than he already is when he saw a tiny bit of light.

That's when everything suddenly started to make sense. He's in Grace's room, where he collapsed when he drank the water with sleeping pills.

He never thought that a tiny girl like Grace can do this to him. He was deceived and he admits that to himself. At first look you really won't expect her to be capable of things that are out of the line.

But she was and that's why he's here in this room.

Once again he blinked his eyes and moved but there was something that's keeping him from moving. He felt hands around his waist and knew right away to whom it belonged to.

Grace.

She was laying beside him with her arms protectively wrapped around him as if he's a newly bought toy that she insisted her parents to sleep with tonight. Just like a child who just had her new favorite toy and didn't want to go anywhere without it.

Spoiled brat! He thought.

He felt her breath on his neck that he finally felt like a normal guy waking up beside a girl for once. Something that he thinks he would never get used to.

The thing is when you become an idol, one of the biggest crimes is dating. Once you date there will be consequences. You won't be treated as a person anymore. They remove you on their bias list, sometimes petition you out of the group, and then leave negative comments.

It's scary.

He's seen them before of course, not that he hasn't red negative comments about himself. There's a lot of them actually, but Junhoe just didn't have that much time to read them all. He has 8 hours of practice and another 4 hours of vocals technique lessons.

People do that that, even those who claim that they love you and that they would die for you. Make only one mistake and they want you drowning in mud.

The thing that you love the most such as dancing and performing suddenly becomes a bad thing. Suddenly you don't want to be seen anymore because words don't heal, they remain inside you until it's the only thing you can think about at night, then it consumes you.

Reality is, it's depressing.

Being out there for the world to see. Every mistakes and every private detail will always surface. Now they think they know you, they say they know you....

But they have no idea.

"Grace." he whispered dying to wake her up but at the same time he didn't want to be so loud.

She didn't budge.

One more time. "Grace!" this time it was loud enough. She opened her eyes, realizing that she covered her windows with blankets and towels.