Gnawing (1/1)

xuanmiin: Kwon's point of view. -Last minute practice at JYPE before we head off to our comeback stage. Or is it more accurately debut stage. I’m not sure myself. Perhaps a special stage. To be honest, we’re only here because both of us are insecure and perfectionists. Though after yesterday’s incident in this very practice room, (yes, the incident where Ga In showed me the youth that she spoke of) I’m painfully aware my eyes involuntarily float to her lips whenever I cast a glance in her direction. Maybe that is why all those kids cannot resist but sneak out of practice to see their “friends”. Maybe that’s why I was told I didn’t understand puppy love—though I have to say, I really feel puppy-ish. Now it’s off to the broadcasting station. “What’s bothering you, Kwon-ah?” Ga In musses my hair while I’m driving.“No. Nothing.” Well, nothing except that I’m feeling like a clingy puppy right now. It’s silly, really. I see her nearly every day, or once every two days at least, and I’m still this attached.“You’re keeping something from me, Kwonnie, I can tell.” Ga In huffs, folds her arms childishly and pouts. This girl!“You’re going to get it from me when we get home.” I mutter under my breath.“What did I do?” She whines, now puffing up her cheeks while pouting. She is really going to get it. I will not believe she’s not doing it on purpose. For once, we get a waiting room to ourselves. No need for me to find feeble excuses to escape my waiting room in favour of camping in BEG’s waiting room. No need for me to endure weird stares if someone catches me slinking out of BEG’s waiting room. This is just how I like it. Hopefully all the other stations are as nice as to give both of us a waiting room to ourselves too! I couldn’t be more wrong. With a waiting room to ourselves doesn’t necessarily mean privacy. It invites other people to pop by to greet us. Of course, if they were friends I wouldn’t mind in th