how do i know if i love you?

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Don't tell me it's supposed to rain??
"Manager-sunbaenim, you didn't say it was going to rain!" I mumble.

"This will do you good, just don't get sick." Manager-nim replys he smiles over at me. Fake it's all fake.

"Sir, but how will this do me any good? It's the rain! Rain makes people sick." I complain.

"Miss, I highly requested of Si Hyuk-sunbaenim for you to be allowed to leave the practice rooms and go out for once!"

"It wasn't nessary, Manager-sunbaenim" I say, facing the window, buildings alined the street. "Are you going to pick me up after I get the groceries?"

"No, you will walk. I will give you three hours to collect the food, by yourself, and deliver it back to the main building." Manager-sunbaenim exclaims.

"Sir-"

"If you don't get back in 3 hours, I will assume you fell asleep in an UNKNOWN place AGAIN."

"But sir that was an accident!" I exclaim rolling my eyes.

The car comes to a sudden hault. Manager-nim opens my door leading me outside. Then he drives away.

I didn't bring an umbrella. You got to be kidding me.

I adjust my face mask so it now sits under my useless sunglasses, on my nose.

I am an Idol, why must I be collecting lunch? Ugh, I just want to sleep.
I walk down the straight street, hoping that at the end was the store.

Nope.

Is it the other way perhaps?

I turn around and sure enough there was the bright green store on the corner.

Ohmigosh.

That's awhile walk, ten minutes perhaps. Better start now.

I make it past five houses when I hear that stomach turning sound, thunder.

It's a storm.

I run, if one thing scares me, it's storms.

It's December, of course it's cold, so cold.

By the time I reach the store I am trembling, not only due to the sharp coldness but my fear of storms.

It's been awhile since I've been out in a storm.

I grab my phone. What did Jisu want again?

"Ouch! Who placed a tree here!? What the- for goodness sake move it!"

"Sorry miss, but I'm no tree." A calm voice states.

"Your as solid as a tree." I exclaim. Not bothering to look up at the male figure.

"Can you get of your phone! Your talking to a person!" He angrily exclaims.

I look up at the brown haired male. He was small in size, I mean I am smaller than most of the other Idols I meet, actually I'm probably the shortest. He also wore a useless pair of sunglasses and a face mask. He looks fimilar.

As for me, my hair unatural white-silver hair, was put up in a messy bun Jisu did. I wore basic sweat pants and sweat shirt. My hair is a dead give away.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" he questions.

"Hmm, I doubt it." I mumble, his fimilar voice catches me of guard. Im sure I know him from somewhere.

"Are you like an idol or model, an actor perhaps? You hair is a very unatural colour for a normal person to have."

"No!" I quickly say. Please don't reconise me.