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Jisung was mentally unprepared today. He kept on making mistakes throughout the rehearsal and got distracted easily. Jisung wanted to punch the girl so bad for making him overthink and getting yelled at by his members.

He didn't want to tell them what had happened between him and Saera. Of course, he will get beaten by Mark since he was the wrong one here. He can't help but remembers his past when he saw the girl angelic smile. As sincere as it looks, it can be fake.

"Thinking about me that much?", a sudden voice wakes him up. He was about to leave her when he felt someone wrapping their hand around his wrist. "Can I ask why?", Jisung didn't look back, nor he was answering the question. "Is it because of the girl that bullied you back in elementary school? If yes, why did you only hated me?", her voice got weaken as she says the last view words.

Jisung worried she was crying and turns around incredibly fast. He let out a relieved sigh after seeing her normal. After assuring she was fine, Jisung took a wide step, leaving her on the stage. "I'll wait!", he took a glance at Saera waving at him before continuing to walk out of her sight.

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Today's concert was considered a big deal for the company, including the idols. Many fandom came at scattered all around them, cheering for their fav performance.

It's Saera's group turn to perform on stage. Jisung watches from the screen in front of him how she dance energetically. Her skirt swaying side to side and her eyes sparkles reflecting all the light sticks in front of her. Her skin beautifully glow under the stage lights and how her smile never leave her lips. Jisung then gets back to his sense and cursed for enjoying her performance. He then harshly grabbed the black t-shirt near the couch and walk towards the changing room.

He unbuttons his shirt carefully, not wanting to ruin the expensive outfit. He views himself on the large mirror not far from where he was standing. A lot of fabric was thrown around the changing room and it was a mess. But that didn't bother him since that has nothing to do with him changing.

He stared at his facial expression and gagged. "Pathetic", he whispers and slides his shirt off his shoulder down to his arm and finally putting it on the coat hanger. "Still there", he smirked and caressed his abs before finally putting the black t-shirt.

"Ah I'm not the cute, small Jisung anymore", he moves his chin and gazes at the sharp jawline. "tsk", he clicked his tongue as he shakes his head. Thinking he didn't want to get old like how Mark did.

Do you think It was real? It's just for a show. Look how tragic you look right now

Jisung closed his ears. He bumps his head on the white wall, trying to get rid of the sound. Since he met Saera the voice grew larger every day. He wanted to get rid of it, but every time he saw the angelic smile of her. The memories rushed back in his mind.

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