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Keonho stirred when he felt someone violently shaking him.
It was…Yunah? How the hell did she get into the dorm?
Oh wait.
He was dead asleep on the floor in the dance studio.
What time is it?
“DUDE GET THE HELL UP!!” Yunah shouted.
Keonho mumbled as he got up off the floor.
“whut bruh…”
“YOUVE BEEN HERE FOR HOURS AND WHEN WE CAME IN THE STAFF TOLD US TO IGNORE YOU BUT YOUVE BEEN GOING SNORT SNORT SNORT LIKE A DAMN PIG!!!!” She shouted once more.
“GET OUT!!!”
Keonho was now wide awake with all the screaming Yunah had done. He looked around to see that the rest of the Illit members were staring at him.
Dang.
“sorry…”
He left the room as he thought to himself, why would the staff just let him sleep?
Well, hopefully he doesn't get scolded about that.
He walked downstairs and went into the recording room where he found the other members doing vocal warm-ups.
Seonghyeon greeted him at the door with a… look… on his face. He was probably pissed off at him.
“You don't…look very great.”
Obviously. Everyone’s looking at his goofy ass. His makeup was probably smeared and shit.
Martin looked him up and down as he came out the booth he was in.
The older boy giggled. “Do you live in a half house…? You look kinda homeles-”.
“Shut the fuck up.” Keonho retorted. Someone obviously didn't get the reference. Their glares darted from across the room.
“It was a joke, lighten up child.”
Martin scoffed as he walked back into the recording booth, closing the door shut.
“Whatever.”
Keonho’s attention came back to Sean as he spoke.
“Anyways, you should wash your face and um, fix your hair . It looks like you survived a lightning attack.” Seonghyeon patted the younger one's head and smiled awkwardly.
He felt his face getting warm for a second but ignored that; Keonho just nodded and walked out to find the bathroom.
As he dragged himself up the stairs, thoughts ran inside his head.
Where the hell is the staff?
Why the hell does he look like…this.
He looked down at his body and he seemed fine… he doesn't feel hungry either? What the hell is happening?
Keonho sighed and spoke to himself, “I need to stop overthinking, jeez.”
Well, guess who didn't listen?
Maybe he's just used to getting mistreated or…
Nah.
That's not even mistreatment!
He’s seen other idols get hit until they were blue and purple all over and starved to their bones. Who is he to say he suffered?
His brain needed to shut the fuck up.
He sounded stupid as fuck.
As Keonho finally reached the restroom, he turned on the faucet in front of him, cupping his hands underneath and splashing the cold water on his face.
“Guys, I think he's awake..”
He paused for a second if he heard a faint voice in the distance say something.
Keonho felt goosebumps run up and down his skin. He decided to ignore it and continue to wash his face.
He grabbed a small towel and wiped his wet face before putting it down to look at his reflection in the mirror.
Wrong move.
His face was gory and disoriented. Dark red blood dripped from his face instead of water.
He couldn't look away.
He can't look away.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Keonho?”
He heard someone say his name. He can't move a muscle. His surroundings started to glitch.
“KEONHO!”
His eyes snapped awake.