TATOO
I was feeling sick after everything that had happened. Talking to Key became a difficult job. He kept avoiding eye contact, our choreographies where we had to touch each other were changed stating he had been uncomfortable with those moves, and our song lyrics were exchanged. With Yolo catching us, and with me questioning the status of what we were, Key had grown distant. Like I hadn't even known him.
Yet, I was passionately, hopelessly, irrevocably in love with him.
It was only a matter of time before I got on my knees and pushed a ring inside of him, claiming him as mine.
We had a stadium rehearsal tomorrow. And our rooms which were two producers away were just a mere walk.
It was half past ten when every staff member went inside their rooms.
I waited while watching some ani
