"You're not actually going to do this, are you?" Seulong asked in the most serious tone I've heard from him for days. "You're not actually thinking of becoming an...an idol?"
"I dunno..." I mumbled, trying to avoid the subject. I remembered the words from the meeting this afternoon: 'We will only cast you if all of you decide to join our company. Not one, but all.'
"What about our band? What about us? You know we can't do this," he spoke angrily.
They're not telling us to change..."
"Are you blind to everything ever since this chance opened up so you can go try to be famous again? Haven't you learned anything from JYP? It's all the same; you'll be nothing! Just some puppet they can push around and throw away whenever they want to!"
I flinched at the harsh words.
"It's the reason I came here," I reminded him softly before turning to look out of the window.
We rode in the car in silence for the rest of the way, the only sound being my new Adam Lambert album blasting through my ear phones.
"Did our little minor alcoholic have a nice time at the party?" L teased as soon as he saw me come into his room.
"Did you invite me just to insult?" I muttered, pushing through the door without even a smile. I wasn't in the mood for jokes, and it was even worse that he brought up that awful day. This whole matter wouldn't even have happened if for that awful day.
"What's wrong?" L asked with a trace of worry in his eyes. Great, I even got the king of no expression to be concerned.
"I...I'm signing with YG Entertainment," I said before I even knew what words were coming out of my mouth. I knew that my subconscious wanted this more than anything, but I couldn't make a decision based on just my own wants.
"What? That's grea-- bad." L shook his head, frowning, although I could totally see he was acting. "Really really bad."
Suddenly, a wild Sungjong jumped up from behind a pile of dirty clothes. "What?! No, that's good hyung! Sometimes you're so stupid!" A hand popped out of the magical dirty laundry pile as well, covering Sungjong's mouth.
"Yah!" The hand hissed in a voice that was strangely familiar to Sungyeol's. "You wanna get caught, huh? You wanna get hit by the wrath of Tweetie?!"
"Hyung..." Sungjong tried to say, desperately wrestling to get the hand off of his mouth. Finally, the hand peeled back with a yelp, revealing Sungjong's wiggling tongue. "Hyung," he tried again. "I think...I think they know we're here."
"Well..." he started awkwardly. "They're staring at me, hyung..."
"...Run!" The hand screamed, and two boys went flying out of that room, faster than I could let out a laugh. It had certainly eased the tension, and I made a note to myself to thank Sungyeol.
"So...about the things you said that night..." L started. I widened my eyes, alarmed. I had said things? Things that he wanted to talk about?
"You know, those things," he pressed on, insisting that I must know what 'things' he was referring to. I didn't even know how I woke up in pajamas that next morning, and that scared me!
"I don't know what you're talking about!" I yelled, covering my ears and going into *la la la I can't hear you* mode.
"Hey..hey....HEY!" L shouted, prying my hands off of my face. "I'll forget about what you said if you do one thing."
"Go on a-- what, wha? Why?!"
"Because it'll be something stupid like- like, 'let's go on a date' or, or 'cheer me on at a music program' or 'let's go shave Sungyeol's legs when he's asleep'," I said in my very best stupid-L-voice.
"I was not-- wait, why Sungyeol?" he asked curiously. "And why his legs?"
"THEN WHAT WOULD WE SHAVE?! DON'T YOU GO OFF THINKING DIRTY THOUGHTS!
"Whatever, I'm still not doing anything."
"Then I guess I'll just believe everything you said that night. EVERYTHING."
"What'd I say?!"
"I'm not telling you."
I sighed. I guess there was no other choice.
"Fine. I'll shave Sungyeol's legs with you."
"Okay. Then it's a da-- what?!" ___________________________________________________________________
"So you've agreed to join our family?" Yang Hyun Suk asked the three of us, getting our contracts in order. I nodded, but the other two weren't as eager. "I've told you, we're a company that let's our artists have freedom; we'll only be a guide along the way."
"The contract is just the basics for now," he continued. "We'll decide details when you get ready to debut. Right now, all you need to worry about are your trainee periods."
"We're only doing this for you," Seulong muttered, lightly kicking my leg.
I turned to look at him, scared to do anything. "Promise we'll stay a band through the end?"
"Welcome to YG Family."
I'M SO HUNGRY.
I MADE RAMEN NOODLES BUT THEN MY BABY SISTER WOKE UP AND I'M BABYSITTING SO I HAVE TO LOOK AFTER HER AND BY THE TIME SHE STOPPED CRYING, MY NOODLES GOT ALL SOGGY AND GROSS.
cruel, cruel world.
I think this story's longer, YAAAY. *good job dance for me*