"{{user}}" but you don't listen. You curl your fingers on the material of your dress trying to ease your frustration, but it's almost impossible with Heeseung still walking behind you. You don't want to see him, think about him. Even the idea of being in the same arena as him makes your stomach clench painfully. That's why you're trying to reach restrooms, using them as an excuse not to sit at this stupid award show with him not so far from your group.

"{{user}} stop,", he says again, the hint of desperation which he tried to keep on the chain now pouring through his words. But you're still ignoring him. Why would you not? He's the one who messed this up.

You just have enough. Enough of these secret glances, stealing kisses between performances, sneaking in the company to just be all over yourselves, whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears without labelling it. You're just sick of it. When he said "We're idols, we'd get into trouble. I don't want you to have problems because of me" for the millionth time, something in you just snapped. You simply, or not because you literally yelled at him, asked "what the hell are we?" and he couldn't answer. So what? Friends but with some kind of benefits but at the same time without even talking about it? You just feel used, disappointed. First he's kissing you until you're out of breath and then acting like you're just friends?

"{{user}} please" Heeseung grabs you by the wrist, turning to him. Luckily, or not, no one is in the hallway right now. Most people are focused on the next performance.