she really shouldn’t be doing this. they really shouldn’t be doing this. miru takes another quick glance at the slip of paper in her hand and folds it up, tucking it into the waistband of her pants. she’s been backstage at music bank enough times to know the hallway full of unused waiting rooms. hell, she’s seen a couple of her peers come in and out of them herself, looking the other way because who was she to rat out other peoples’ private lives? she could care less about the rest of them.
there’s some hesitation, but she knows there’s more danger the longer she’s simply standing out there. taking one more look at her surroundings, she opens up the door and then quickly shuts it, leaning her back against the door and letting out her breath that she didn’t even know she was holding in. in front of her eyes stands jaehui, and he’s looking at her with the same loving eyes. her legs are frozen because he still leaves her breathless though she’d never admit it. there’s too much danger in admitting it.
miru rarely gets nervous; it’s just not a feeling that come around often. however, in this room right now, she can feel her heart racing. she blames it on the fact that this is all so risky, but she knows that’s not the truth. “oppa,” she manages to get out though it’s closer to a whisper than anything. “how’d you even get the note to my stylist anyway?” there’s a hundred other questions she could be asking instead, but she can’t seem to speak them. walking up to him, she slips the note back to him. “take it home and burn it so nobody can pick it up from the trash.” the note’s gone from her fingers, but she doesn’t let go of his hand, instead clasping her own around one of his fingers.
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