CMOL and Fearless

35

Mi Kyung led the members and I into a room. I was assuming it was her bedroom because I couldn't imagine it being her parents bedroom and it made sense so we could talk without her parents overhearing us.

"Is everything really okay?" She asked, concerned.

"We've made our situation worse then it would of been, people from the company are looking for us... we are in so much trouble." Leroy said.

"I don't think we are ready to come out and tell the world the truth yet, we don't have enough evidence." Our leader explained.

"But the ceo is going to be so angry..." Our maknae spoke.

Junsu was shaking, not from the cold anymore but from the fear that was now settling down on the members and I. The sense of doom that we would have to return to the company and face the punishment of what we had done.

"I'm sorry guys, it was my mistake. It would of been better if we had just stayed." Zeke said.

"But then Owen would of been punished alone." Leroy stated.

"Well, it was my fault. I shouldn't of argued with them." Sung Woong said.

"But I'm the leader, I should take the punishment."

"That's stupid, you did nothing wrong!"

"None of us did anything wrong!" Siwoo shouted.

There was silence. What Siwoo said was true, we hadn't done anything wrong. But that didn't mean we wouldn't be punished when we returned to our apartment. And we would have to return soon.

"If you want, you guys can stay the night here. We don't have an empty room but you guys could sleep in the living room if you want to, rest today and think things over tomorrow?" Mi Kyung suggested.

"Really? I asked, uncertain.

"Yeah, I can just make sure my parents are okay with it."

"Thank you." I gave her a small smile.

"No problem." She smiled back then turned and left the room.

I was so thankful to Mi Kyung. She really helped a lot lately and it was nice to have someone there to tell me that everything was going to be okay. Not that I was certain everything was going to be okay, just the hope that we would be okay was enough for now.

"We will talk things over tonight, and make a plan okay?" Our leader suggested.

"Okay." The other members and I replied.

By midday, the members and I had spent our time sleeping. Mi kyung and her parents had all left to go to their jobs.

I hadn't got this much sleep in a very long time and I was thankful for being able to let myself rest. The day went by fast and it was supper time.

The members and I explained to Mi Kyung's parents that we had been chased by fans and had needed a place to stay for the day.

"Oh, so you are idols. Are you one of the groups Mi Kyung listens to?"

I looked at Mi Kyung.

"I don't know, Mi Kyung? Do you listen to our music?"

She blushed.

"I'm allowed to listen to your music, aren't I? I like your group's songs."

I smiled.

Later, that night, my group and I decided we would head back to our apartment tomorrow morning. We knew returning was what we had to do but that didn't mean we wanted to return.

We all went to bed early. I couldn't sleep for a little while. The mood the other members were giving off was of pure defeat and sadness and I was so frustrated with the situation we were in. I didn't blame any of the members, I didn't blame myself. The person who I was angry with was the ceo.

Some day.

Some day he will be held responsible and punished for his crimes.

Then it will all be okay.

We woke up early the next morning and changed back into our clothes. They were now dry thankfully, because I could feel a chill in the air.

The members and I thanked Mi Kyung's parents for letting us stay for the night and then I said goodbye to Mi Kyung.

As we stepped out of the house, I was finding it increasingly harder to breathe. Slowly, we walked down the street back the way we had came. Time seemed to slow for a while and each step felt like an eternity. I was willingly approaching my doom. Why? Thoughts like this kept swarming in my mind. I was doing this for my brother, I was going back for my brother.

I kept having to remind myself. I remember before all this happened, before becoming an idol, as a kid, I was close with my brother, we were best friends. If someone were to ask or if it ever came up in conversation, I would say I'd die for my brother.

But this was worse, wasn't it?

This was worse then dying. Yet I was willing to continue living this pathetic life for the sake of my brother, because if I fought back without plans, I would lose the war against the ceo the second it began.

I just wanted a normal life.