"Again. Again. One more time."

Groans filled the room.

Daniel Hyung was really strict when it came to leading dance practices.

Today, everything felt off and I had no focus whatsoever.

"Yah, Guanlin, pay attention."

I nodded to let him know I heard him.

The dance practice continued on but I couldn't focus no matter how hard I tried.

"Guanlin, you need to practice more. Everyone else is getting it just fine."

"Alright, Hyung. I'll stay after."

"Practice over."

Everyone grabs their stuff and gives me a sympathetic look on the way out.

I slump onto the practice room floor.

Basically bathing in sweat.

I haven't seen Guava all day.

It made me feel uneasy.

What if Guava got bruised or something worse.

I laid on the floor, trying to calculate the probability that Guava was still be where I left Guava.

I wonder what the Hyungs are doing at home.

~

3rd Person POV

"I feel bad for Guanlin." Jihoon said.

"Why did you have to go so hard on him, Daniel?" Jisung questioned.

"I'm sorry. I just get so serious during dance practice and it will make our performances better."

Jihoon sighed and walked off.

He walked into Guanlin's room, obviously missing him.

He looked around, seeing the things the maknae had in his room.

Jihoon looked at his desk last.

He craned his head a bit when he saw the neon green backpack sitting on the desk.

Shall I do aegyo for it?

His first thought was one no could probably understand.

He carefully picked it up, afraid it would disturb Guanlin's room.

He unzipped the backpack.

Little did he know that Guava was in there.

He was completely puzzled by what he saw in there.

A Guava?

With a pineapple hair pin???

I could add it to my new aegyo box.

Or

I coul-

~

Guava's POV

A beautiful human being picked me up from my dark habitat.

I smiled at him.

What a fine specimen.

I took a deep breath as I admired his beauty.

He carried me outside of Guanlin Oppa's room

I've only ever knew Guanlin.

He set me down on the counter and pulled out a cup?

Attached to a machine?

With sharp blades.

AHhhhh.

SO this is what they call blenders?

I hope he is making me a nice smoothie.

I waited a couple seconds and he grabbed a knife.

He picked me up.

I'm assuming to show me a better view of him making the smoothie.

I appreciated it.

The knife got closer and closer to me.

I don't want to see you make it that close, Fine Specimen.

Instead of cutting anything, he pulled the hairpin off.

I screamed and protested all I could.

I started crying.

Streams of "tears" rolled down my sides.

Guanlin help.

~

Guanlin's POV

I felt my heart hurt a bit as I did the dance move for the hundredth time.

Something told me to go home and go see Guava and make sure Guava was safe.

I suddenly grabbed my stuff and ran out of the practice room and back to the dorm.

I couldn't stand it anymore.

I had to see Guava.

I had got back to the dorm and was panting even harder than I was while dancing.

Guava, where are you?

I opened the door to see Jihoon in the kitchen.

"Oh, Guanlin have this. I felt bad for leaving you in the practice room alone, so I made you this."

I barely gave it a glance as I was in a hurry to see Guava.

I took a little sip to satisfy him, but something was wrong.

My eyebrow twitched.

Is

this

Guava Juice?

I immediately ran to my room and searched the backpack.

"HYUNG, WHERE IS MY GUAVA?!"

"Oh, I assumed you got it for groceries so I made a smoothie out it. Minhyun also bought a new blender yesterday, so I wanted to try it out."

I fell to my knees.

I could feel tears.

I shook Jihoon.

"You monster. How could you do that to Guava?"

I stood up and shoved him out of my room.

I curled up on the bed cried.

And cried.

And cried.

Guava...

"I think he's having one of those teen moments or something." I overheard Woojin say.

I wish I could just see you one last time.

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This was so very uncomfortable to write but here it is. Lmao.