Idols|| Felix Lee✔

Chapter 19: "Fans"

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"Dream~ ON! Hello, we are Destiny!"

She scanned the room, watching the lucky fans that got to be in the building with them. But some of them didn't look happy, especially when casting their eyes on her.

She shouldn't let their expressions get her down though, she shouldn't let them get to her head and travel freely within her thoughts.

"Hi! I'm the loveable, cheerful leader Jia!"

"Hello, I'm the sweet, energy filled Honey!"

"What's up? I'm big brother Hayato!"

"Hey guys, I'm charismatic Josh!"

"Yo! I'm happy virus Ken!"

"And I'm the bubbly, all around youngest, Reina!"

Two. Two, kind of soft, but still noticeable scoffs were heard in the crowd after she said those word.

They're probably just in a bad mood today.

How she wish her thoughts were true.  She hasn't fully recovered from what that interviewer had said. And the fact that these were supposed to be fans before her, she got even more nervous at the thought of being someone they didn't actually like.

They did their little bow and whatever and sat down.

Jia, Hayato, Reina, Ken, Josh, Honey.

Then, they let the first fan come up, and the fansigns begin. Everything was going smoothly. The fanboys and fangirls were extremely nice, calling her beautiful and sweet. There were even some who admitted to trying to learn either English or Spanish to communicate with her better.

Suddenly, a girl sat in front of her.

"Hi!" She said cheerily to the fan. Yet, all the girl did was irritatedly smack her stick of gum loudly with an unamused face.

The lady that sat before the Mexican-American, was a plain one. Plain dark brown eyes, black long hair, small proportions, a heart shaped face, and a clearly hideous attitude.

The emerald eyed idol choked up a bit, before signing the fan's album and smiling unto the lady before her. What the fan did worse, was nudge the boy who was beside her.

"Hurry up, she's too ugly to look at." She said fairly loud, causing everyone to stop what they were doing to look at the scene.

(A/N: Either it's me, or everyone in this story is just nosey af)

The idol looked up, with an unreadable expression. Maybe hurt. Maybe anger. Maybe tiredness. We shall never know.

The two beside her were boiling. Like a pot of water, waiting to spill over, yet they knew they can't.

The boy turned to the little fan and glared at her.

"Well continue to look, none of the staff asked me to move as yet." He kissed his teeth and continued to have such a happy conversation with Ken.

The fan looked back at the emerald eyed girl, who was just sitting there. The black inked marker in her left hand. An unreadable expression plastered on her face, and a closed album.

The fan laughed.

"What? Are your feelings hurt? I'm a fan. Ask me questions. Don't just sign my album and leave me unsatisfied."

Taewoo had enough of the lady's horrendous attitude.

"I'd kindly ask for you to move aside, you're holding up the line."