Flea sat on the bench, unable to raise her head. Her tears wouldn't stop. Someone sat quietly next to her.
“Flea.”
It was a favor.
“S..Senior… I, really… I can’t do it.”
Flea's voice trembled. Eunho sighed.
“Yeah. You did something wrong today. You have to admit it.”
"...Ugh... That's right... I'm really the worst...ㅠ"
Flee lowered his head without saying a word. Eunho tapped his knee with his hand and said.
“But is that the end? If I run away from here, is that the end?”
Flee raised his head slightly. Eunho continued speaking, narrowing his eyes.
“Wasn’t this the song you really wanted to sing?”
"yes..."
At that moment, Eunho smiled softly.
“...Let’s rest today, I have a place to go with you.”
“…Huh? Where…?”
Instead of answering, Eunho stood up and held out his hand.
“Come with me. I heard you can postpone practice for a bit today. I already told Yejun everything.”
Flea hesitated for a moment, but eventually grabbed Eunho's hand.
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The place we arrived at was a flashy arcade, filled with thumping music and colorful lights.
“Here… why are you here??”
“Just put all that complicated stuff in your head aside. Let’s relieve some stress by playing a game!”
Eunho took Flea to the North Pole game.
“Have you tried this?”
“Ah… no….”
“Okay. Then I’ll teach you.”
Eunho put the drumsticks in Flea's hands and placed his hand behind him to gently hold it.
“Hold it like this. You have to slightly raise your wrist. Then the beat won’t be delayed.”
Flee's heart pounded. Eunho's hand was over his own, and he felt warmth.
“Oh, yes, senior....!!”
"Uh... uh... ahem! Then I'll press the start button?"
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As the game began, the two began to beat the drums hard. Flea became more and more absorbed in the rhythm of the drums, and Eunho smiled happily at the sight of Flea like that.
“Okay! Don’t miss a beat!”
"Net!! This is totally fun!!! Hehehehe"
"Okay, okay, just hit this beat and don't miss it."
"Wow!!!! A perfect combo!! S+ daebak!!!!"
"Hey, you can play the drums too? Haha, good job."
"Hehehe.. No, this is a game.. haha"
“Are you hungry? You must be done playing games. Let’s go get something to eat.”
Flea nodded.
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Eunho bought Flee a meal at a nearby restaurant. Watching Flee enjoy the meal, Eunho said playfully.
Omg-
“You’re the cutest in the world when you eat.”
"yes?"
"Just... something like that"
“Don’t say that…”
Flee muttered with a red face. Eunho burst out laughing.
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At night, Eunho walked Flea to the front of the house.
“Go home safe. You really worked hard today.”
Flea bowed her head. “Senior… Thank you so much.”
At that moment, Eunho ruffled Flea’s hair.
“Your hair is messy like this, okay? Anyway, go in.”
Flea felt her heart sink. Eunho's hand lightly touched her, but that moment somehow remained even more deeply in her memory.
“…Good night, I’m going.”
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The next day, Flea headed to the practice room from the morning. All night long, he sang that song dozens of times. So that he wouldn't waver even once, so that he wouldn't make the same mistake as yesterday again.
And then, the long-awaited second practice day.
Flea held the microphone tightly with both hands.
“Let’s start the song.”
The practice room was filled with tension again. Flea closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
It was the moment to leap forward again.
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Handing😍