Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“We meet sometimes when I’m having a tough day,” I try to shrug it off and make it sound like less of a deal than it is. “I’ll text her, she gets me some food, and we chill. And before you ask, no I’m not seen ever, we’re careful, and it’s not like we’re dating or sleeping together.”
“But her lipstick…” Lucas points out.
Today was a surprise event since that time two years ago.”
“Today was a surprise event?” He’s at least taking this relatively well and isn’t yelling. “So what made today so special to where you ended up getting her lipstick all over your face?”
“Keep your voice down!” My eyes look past his shoulder for any signs of someone listening.
“I’m sorry! This is a lot to take in. I wasn’t expecting my Tuesday afternoon to turn into a made for TV movie!”
Yeah, that’s fair.
“There were paparazzi, and she was worried and so she shoved me into the back seat.” I can still feel her lips on mine, still taste the way she exhaled into my mouth, like she was trying to take in my air and keep it with her.
“And made out with you to avoid scandal?” Lucas looks at me in disbelief.
The amount of cursing that flies past his lips in the next five seconds while I wait to explain is extraordinary, even by his standards. “Sorry. I’m done. Continue.”
“She was trying to hide me from them, and so she crawled on top of me.”
The look on his face is almost comical. Almost.
“They were checking out her car!” I defend.
“So she kissed you?”
“I kissed her.”
Silence.
“I assumed if they thought we were having a tryst of sorts in the back seat, they’d give us privacy because you know an idol would never be that bold—“
“But you were,” Lucas states.
“Well, it worked, but-”
“But?” He leans forward in anticipation, his right eye twitches. “But what?”
“We ended up making out, even when they left I kept her there because I needed more time. It was a bad idea.” Or the best idea I’ve ever had.
“So you’re saying the moving car with all the sex you weren’t having made them leave?”
I wince when he says it like that. “No, TestME were leaving the dorms, they followed them.”
“I need a drink.” Lucas does a small circle and puts his hands against the wall. “Did any of them see you? You know they hate us, they’re under our label but would set our dorm on fire if they could.”
“You’re not wrong,” I agree.
This sets Lucas off. He doesn’t like the group at all.
“Up and coming rookie group my ass,” he mutters. “Don’t tell anyone, but Ji-Woo smelled like weed when I saw him.”
He looks over at me pointedly. There’s a lot he could do with that information.
“Yes, let’s play dirty like them and just throw them under the bus the way they would to any of us if we were guilty of that.”
Lucas is silent.
“Woojin is probably the nicest out of all of them.” And he was also the Maknae at eighteen so I feel like it’s my job to protect him even if he wants to set our dorms on fire. I know the pressure he’s under all too well.
“Probably because of the weed. I’d be relaxed too.” Lucas grumbles. “Okay back to the reason we’re even having this conversation. They didn’t see you, right?”
“Nobody saw us. I swear.” I assure him.
“And you won’t go keep doing this before the comeback?”
“Wow, how’s the kettle? A little smudgy?”
He rolls his eyes. “I deserved that.”
“I know.”
A knock sounds at the door. “Guys, we gotta go in a half hour, schedule change, the label needs us down there now.” It’s Jay’s voice.
I jerk open the door and pull him into the bathroom, then slam it behind me nearly getting my thumb caught in the process.
“Where is everyone?” Kai, our other bandmate calls out.
We all peek our heads out of the bathroom door only for him to stop walking down the hall, a frown on his face. “Is this another bear conversation again?”
Last year Rae walked in on Jay and Kai explaining sex to Lucas, using one of our merchandise bears. Clothes were thrown from the bear—not us—I mean, technically by Jay, but the point is the last time we were all in a room looking suspicious, it was because of sex.
Perfect.
Jay starts coughing into his hand and waves him over. He bolts and get’s right into the bathroom and stares all of us down.
“Is this one of those things I need to know, but probably don’t want to?” He stares pointedly at my mouth. “Sookie why are your lips pink?”
“They’re still pink?” I rub at them more aggressively even though I don’t mind having her mark on my body. No, I don’t mind at all.
“Look. It’s simple. You guys do you and I won’t ask any questions,” Kai holds up his hands. “Just, make sure you don’t get caught and I’ll look the other—“