3. Him

                                    

                                          
"Hey. Glad I caught you." He says, smiling. I find myself immediately grinning in response, amazing how easily a well placed line can break the ice so fast.
I stand upright, an electric pulse rushes through my veins, injected into my body through each of his fingers.
After I'm up completely up, he gently squeezes my arm where he caught me, as if to make sure I'm alright and won't trip again, before he slowly let's go. He glances around at the girls crowding us, and for a second I see a hostile flash in his amazing eyes for a moment. 
                          
Leave him alone.
                          
It's so clear his eyes said that, I could almost hear his voice speaking it. And the girls seem to have noticed too, because a hush falls on the crowd before they slowly begin to dissipate, reluctantly.
Who...is this guy? He's.....amazing...
"So, where would you like to go? I doubt you would like to talk here." He says, glancing back at me, his hypnotizing (e/c) eyes gentle and his lips smiling at me. 
"Oh, uh, r-right! Follow me.." I stammer, my cheeks burning hot like fire as I turn and lead the boy to our backstage room. Then it hits me like a punch. 
What's his name? 
"Uh..you already know my name...w-whats yours?" I murmur, looking at him as we walk not quite side by side, he's lagging a little behind me, allowing me to lead, as if he doesn't feel he can walk beside me.
"Oh! I'm s-sorry, I forgot to introduce myself!" He stammers, his aura different from when we first met, now he seems...like a shy fanboy...I blush hard. 
"My name is (Y/n)! It's a pleasure to meet you face-to-face Jung Hoseok!" He says formally, and I blush more, grinning at him. 
"The pleasure is all mine, (Y/n)!" I smile at him. 
Maybe...the way he was before...was him protecting you, not how he normally is...maybe he's normally this shy boy... 
My thoughts whisper in the back of my head, not quite a thought, but definitely there. I watch him for a moment, our legs in synch. He looks as if he wants to be happy he's here...but isn't quite able to be. 
"Is something wrong?" I ask him quietly as we enter the empty hallway before the guys and my backstage room. 
"Huh?" He looks up at me, feigning confusion. He can't pretend with me...I'm not sure how...but I feel connected to him in a way that I've never been before with anyone. As if I've known him from a long time ago..
"You don't need to tell me if you don't want to, but I wouldn't mind lending an ear if you don't mind telling me?" 
I murmur quietly, my voice whispering back at us off the walls. 
"W-well...I was just wondering..." He responds, so quiet I have to lean in to properly hear him as he trails off,
"why...you have......these cuts..." He finishes in am even quieter whisper, and my body freezes, tense, and my blood ices over in my veins. He looks up at me, his (e/c) eyes looking at me sadly as his hands lift my shirt up slightly and points to the healing cuts barely visible underneath the hem of my pants, the cuts I had made a few days ago on my hips..they must have...shown when we were dancing...that time our eyes met...when his eyes suddenly got sad and lonely...that was when...when my shirt lifted up on the spin...that must be when he saw...but...how did he manage to see?...they're so small...he...must have really been paying attention to....me... 
He's noticed...its done now....he noticed you until he saw the cuts...I've lost him now...but............why does that hurt so much?.... 
I open my mouth, trying to say something, anything, a denial, but nothing comes out. 
My denial finally comes to mind...I'll say-
.....No, I can trust him, he'll understand...I know he will...
But
                          
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How am I so sure...when I've only just met him?...
                          
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Is this...what love is?