"Me??"

Arena gulped, unable to say anything as Naha's voice rang throughout the room. Arena shivered as she stood up, wrapping Kihyun's light beige sweater tighter around herself. "How is this even possible?" Dark circles rimmed her eyes as they flicked frantically from Naha to Kihyun to Wonho, who was sitting awfully quietly on Naha's bedding. Wonho caught her eyes and nodded, the understandment shining clear in his depthless eyes.

Kihyun put the phone on the table, his hands shaking slightly. He looked at Arena, the impact it must have had on her. First that the guy she was involved with had a dating rumour and second that the girl he was rumoured to date was her very best friend. Arena pursed her lips and looked away, the disappointment covering her features as she stood with her head tilted to the side and her shoulders hunched.

"So um, what do we do now?" asked Kihyun, his voice strained as he rubbed at his face with his hands. Wonho shrugged his wide shoulders, "Talk to our manager?"

Naha was sitting silently, her hands laced together in her lap, "Can't we just tell them it isn't true?"

"We can't just march out of here and go to the company. There's probably reporters and paparazzi outside if the name of the hotel was caught on Dispatch photos," said Wonho cracking the knuckles of his hands.

Arena stood near the window, her gaze directed downwards, onto the street below. Kihyun jumped up at the sound of her surprised gasp, her hand had flown up to cover her mouth as she turned around. Arena pushed Kihyun's shoulder when he tried to come near her, "I told you, I freaking told you that this won't end well."

Kihyun staggered back, surprise on his face at Arena's movement. His hands flew onto his heart as he looked at her in disbelief, his eyes suddenly glossy and sad. "And yet you did nothing to stop what was happening."

"I didn't do anything to stop it? You're the one who keeps showing up! You're the one who keeps pushing me against walls, not me. You." Her nostrils flared, her eyes wide.

Naha choked. Wonho's mouth fell open as their heads turned to each other.

"Against walls?" mouthed Naha, Wonho shrugging as a reply.

Naha shook her head to clear all of the pictures staring to form in the back of her mind, taking a deep breath just to deadpan again, "You guys, calm down. Everyone in this room knows that physical desire is difficult to overcome, especially if we all are so good looking. "

Everyone's heads turned to her, their eyebrows furrowed as they stared at her. Naha's innocent eyes scanned over their surprised faces. She looked confused and gestured to herself with her index finger, "Did I..did I say something wrong?" Arena scoffed with laughter and walked away from the window, Kihyun's eyes following her as she did.

Arena picked up her phone, her fingers roaming the keyboard as fast as they could. She raised the phone to her ear, leaning her head against the wall, "I'll call Mrs Park, see if she may be able to help us." Arena bit her lip as she waited for the call to connect.

She was already starting to think that they'd be stuck in this hotel room forever or have to sneak out by wearing some kind of hardcore disguise. Or just running through the herds of cameras.

Yeah, that would work.

Finally, Mrs Park's voice sounded through the phone line straight to Arena's left ear, "Yes?"

Arena sighed with relief, sagging against the wall. "We need your help."

Her eyes flicked to Kihyun's, who nodded, their earlier argument long forgotten. You couldn't even call it a proper argument, more like a few words thrown around. But Arena had been right. She had said trouble would be on the way.

And now it was.

"My help?" Arena chewed the inside of her cheek as she slid down to the floor, wrapping her legs underneath herself. Her head was spinning and it was hard to keep upright. "We have a umh..a small situation."

As Arena explained their problem while Kihyun paced in front of the windows, deep in thought as Wonho appeared by his side. "Here," he handed over the glass of water which Kihyun happily accepted. He took a long sip, his sharp jaw moving as he swallowed it all down in one go.

Wonho leaned against the windowstill, eyes on his fellow idol, "What are you thinking?"

Kihyun coughed, almost choking on his water as he smoothed the surface of the glass with his thumb. "About how all of this has turned out, I guess." He took another sip, looking out of the window. The lines in his face deepened with worry as he eyed the swarms of people that seemed to be getting bigger by the minute.

He didn't even want to check the internet right now.

"I wonder how they found out that something was going on," sighed Wonho, his eyes resting on the ceiling as his head drooped back. Kihyun pursed his lips, looking away, "It's not exactly my first time appearing here..." Wonho snapped his head back as Kihyun shifted, placing the empty glass of water onto the dressing table next to him.

"What?"

"Yeah"

Wonho rolled his eyes and raked a hand through his hair. Kihyun chuckled, throwing an arm around his companion's shoulders, "Wouldn't change a moment of it though. The only thing I'd take back would be the fact that this is happening right now." His eyes moved to where Arena was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, her head leaned back against the swirling of the hotel room wallpaper.

"Man, you're in deep," grinned Wonho, friendly pushing Kihyun away as he moved to sit next to where Naha was huddled up in the corner with her skinny knees drawn to her chest. Wonho smoothed her spine, murmuring something softly into her ear that made Naha smile. She then leaned her head onto his shoulder, closing her eyes. Now it was Wonho's turn to smile as he thumbs up'ed Kihyun, winking.

They were both in deep.

"I don't know, I'll check," said Arena into the phone, her head upright as she covered the lower half of the phone with her palm, leaning it away from her face. Her eyes met Kihyun's. "Does this hotel have an underground parking lot?" Her eyes were curious and stressed. She rubbed one of them, looking like a tired 8 year old sitting on the floor and pouting.

Kihyun's heart swelled and danced in his chest as he leaned down to offer a hand to help her up. Arena gratefully accepted, stumbling straight into his arms as she stood. Her cheeks reddened as she gracefully stepped away, muttering a thank you. Kihyun gestured for her to hand the phone over, which Arena ended up doing without a second thought.

He stepped away from her, his left unoccupied hand riding up to scratch his neck, "It's me. What was it about the parking lot?" He was silent for a few seconds while he waited and listened to what Mrs Park had to say.

"It should have."

Another moment of silence and concentration on his face. His eyebrows pulled together.

"No, I'm sure they do have one."

Silence

"Yeah."

Silence

"Uh-huh."

Silence

"Call us again when it's time then," his eyes found Arena's worried face. She was wringing her fingers and cracking her toes as he spoke into the phone, not once letting his gaze wonder to anywhere but her face, "We'll be ready."

Kihyun ended the call, closing the distance between him and Arena as he slipped the phone back into the pocket of her pants. She shivered at the sudden closeness of him, his huge sweater slipping off her shoulder to reveal a smooth patch of pale skin. Kihyun took strong hold of her waist as he wrapped his arms around her, breathing in the intoxicating sweet smell of raspberries and vanilla. The scent from Arena's Victoria Secret body mist.

"We'll be okay," murmured Kihyun, his nose snuggled in the nook of her neck. Arena's eyes met Wonho's over Kihyun's shoulder as his strong arms held her tightly but gently against him, making sure she was still here and not slipping through his fingers.

He couldn't afford to lose this, to lose her.

Arena pursed her lips, a sigh escaping from between them. She pressed her face into his thin shirt, closing her eyes, wondering if they would they be okay after all.

Down on the floor as Naha's breaths slowed, drifting her away to a restless nap. Her light head was resting on Wonho's muscled shoulder and her hair spilling all over it, Wonho sharing Arena's thought.

***

"Okayyy, time to go," said Arena, starting to pull Kihyun's sweatshirt over her head about 20 minutes later.

"WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH. S T O P. Right. There," Kihyun held up his hand as he exited the bathroom, pushing his fringe away from his face as he staggered up to Arena who had stopped mid-tug, her arms in an awkward position, ready to fling the clothing back at him.

She stared at him, "W..Why?" Kihyun's face was an expression of what do you mean why and why are u losing clothing when we're not alone. He stepped closer to her, pulling the sweatshirt back down to cover her stomach. "Keep it." His fingers grazed Arena's skin, sending a shiver down her spine, quickening the flow of blood in her body.

But she continued to stare at him, unable to process what she was hearing currently. "But...you'll get cold?" He smiled, rolling his eyes as he gently put his hands on her cheeks, looking deeply into her eyes. It made Arena almost faint.

He was looking at her eyes as if they held the key to the universe.

She bit her lip as Kihyun spoke, "I am smoking hot, I do not get cold."

Arena was still staring at him, dumbfounded. Was he stupid? "You were shivering outside the other day.."

He put a finger to her lips, making them smack closed, "Shhh...smoking hot, remember?"

Arena pulled her head away and smiled. A full on teeth baring, pageant winning smile as she placed her palms on his chest sensually.

She then just deadass pushed him away from her.

"I will not be touched by a block of ice," said Arena as she opened her closet, fishing out one of the big men's hoodie she had bought herself last year. She threw it at him, Kihyun catching it with perfect ease from the air. His shirt rode up as he did, revealing a flash of gently toned abdominals.

Arena blushed, looking away.

"It's not like you haven't seen it before," scolded Arena herself in her mind, "He didn't lie on top of you without a shirt or anything."

Kihyun looked at the hoodie, mixed feelings starting to swirl inside of him. He held it up, "Who did you get this from?" Jealousy laced his tone as Arena leaned back, crossing her arms. She looked at the dead white zip up hoodie, rolling her eyes, "I bought it."

Kihyun shrugged and pulled it on over his shirt, yanking up the zipper. The hood stayed on his head and messed up his hair in a cute way. He smiled, the earlier bang of jealousy gone from his expression. "That's nice then. Thanks, babe." He grinned, revealing a matching pair of straight white teeth.

Arena scowled, "Never call me that again."

Kihyun scowled in return, even if it was a playful scowl, not one at disgust like Arena's, "Do you hate nicknames?"

"Not all of them."

Babygirl fit her just fine.

Arena flung her small bag across her chest, pulling her coat on. "Can you give me my hat from up there, I can't reach," said Arena. Kihyun snickered, "Shortie." Nevertheless he still grabbed her black beanie from the top of the closet, a place where Arena had thrown it the night before.

He pulled it down to cover her ears, the edge of the hat stopping millimeters from Arena's threaded eyebrows. Kihyun smiled, quickly leaning down to kiss the tip of her nose, their noses were almost the exact same shape. Arena giggled, blushing, "Thanks."

Naha and Wonho were already dressed as Kihyun slid his arms through his own coat. He looked over to them, Naha's eyes blinking against the brightness of their room foyer. "Ready?"

Three heads bobbed a nod in response.

"Then let's go."

***

Wonho pressed the elevator button for the underground parking lot as the four huddled together into the metallic elevator box.

Kihyun was standing with his back against the metal side of the contraption, his arm snaking around Arena's waist.

She leaned back, into him. Kihyun smiled to himself, the feeling in his heart becoming bigger and more intense with every second the two spent in each other's presence.

Wonho pursed his lips, feeling embarrased at the feel of threatening wetness behind his eyes. Thoughts swirled underneath the cap of his head, thoughts about how as a youngster he had been desperate to find someone. And how he knew Kihyun had shared his desperation.

And now they had. Even though they knew they couldn't. Wonho sniffled, hands in his pockets.

The elevator kept moving downwards, every member of the four-squad praying that no one would stop them on the way of their escape to ride the elevator.

Naha's eyes flicked around, checking. She slid her hand into Wonho's coat pocket, interlacing their fingers. She smiled, looking innocent as Wonho's eyes widened in surprise, the warm feel of her small fingers in his making the heat rise in his stomach.

This had to work.

They had to make it.

All of them.

A loud sound ringed through the elevator as it stopped on the underground parking floor. The time in the elevator had gone so quickly. Arena and Kihyun's little shirtless interaction seemed like years ago as she stepped out of the elevator first, Kihyun tightly on her heels. Body warmth radiated off of him and Arena could feel his breath on her neck. It made every cell in her body tingle and every hair rise.

Mrs Park was leaning against a black, huge SUV with intense tinted windows. She half-smiled, seeing the 4 near her. Around the SUV were parked 2 more smaller cars. "For safety measures," said Mrs Park and winked as they climbed into the SUV, Arena and Kihyun in the very back seats with Naha and Wonho in the two middle ones.

The seats squeaked as their coats slid against it as they sat, Arena buckling up as quickly as she could. She leaned her head against the seat, turning her body to Kihyun's. Their knees touched.

"Won't the cars attract attention though?" asked Kihyun as the engine was ignited.

Mission: Escape of the fantastic four, was now fully in works.

"Maybe a little, but the important part is that no one is able to see you through the windows," sounded Jaehyun's voice from behind the wheel. Mrs Park was sitting shotgun, an elegant pair of sunglasses sitting smugly on her sharp nose, even though it wasn't sunny outside at all.

The cars started moving up and out onto the streets above. Arena inhaled sharply, peering through the window, which they could see out of themselves. The front of the hotel was swarmed with people. Fans with cameras and banners and paparazzis and everyone possible.

The cars drove around them.

And of course it attracted attention. SUV's. Tinted windows. It was like screaming that "THIS CAR HAS AN IDOL INSIDE". The sides filled with people coming running, pressing their noses against the windows. Arena winced.

Kihyun grabbed her hand and squeezed, "We'll be alright."

She nodded, her eyes glazed and shining, "I hope."

***

"So, care to explain what the four of you have been doing?" The CEO stared down at them as he spoke.

"Umhh..."