"And Leo-ssi, what about you?" A woman's voice says next to my right, breaking me out of my reverie.

As the interviewer speaks my name, I come out of my stupor and with hard-won ease, keep myself from jumping out of my seat in surprise. I cast my eyes around to my members, trying to look as though I was thinking hard while my mind internally rewound the conversation that had been going on around me.

"Ah... definitely personality is more important than looks. And she has to be sensible and wise. That's what I like most." The lady smiles at me despite my cliché answer and wraps up the interrogation. As one we all rise from the table and make our way out of the studio.

One thing I hated about being an idol had to be the personal questions. It's not that I mind people knowing what my ideal type is, but why do they insist on asking the same questions over and over again. This had to be my fiftieth time answering this question since debut and my answer had never changed.

But this time I had wanted to say that long dark hair and brown skin were also things that I was attracted to. In fact, those very things had made me space out during the interview in the first place and as the members and I rode home from Jellyfish building, my thoughts turned back to Imani.

For the first time in a forever, I was happy about something other than my career, and all that happiness revolved around Imani. And even though I was happy that I could say Imani was now my girlfriend, it seemed that life had conspired to keep us apart. For some reason, I had forgotten who I was and what I did for a living, so when it was time to get serious about our album promotions, I didn't have any time to see Imani.

Between shooting a live video for our album release, fan signing events, and even a mini concert, I hadn't been able to do more than send her a few texts each day to see how she was. Thankfully, or maybe not so much, Imani was also really busy. She had finally gotten her permits to start construction on her new building and it seemed to be occupying most of her time.

The texts that we sent each other were comforting to some degree but the truth was that I missed her. Now that I had spent time in her presence and gotten to know her, I knew what I was missing out on the longer I stayed away. I was more distracted than usual during events and even though no one else had noticed, for the first time something other than being a singer was taking up my thoughts.

We usually had very little time to rest during promotions, but a rare day of peace came on Saturday. I had tried to stay at the dorm and amuse myself by watching TV, but in the end, it was hopeless; variety shows bored me. I wasn't the type of guy to sleep the day away either, so it was still fairly early in the morning when I left for our studio at Jellyfish, thinking that I could at least get some composing done.

I spent an hour in my studio writing nothing but depressing and lonely lyrics until I gave up in frustration. I was getting ready to go for a much-needed coffee when I noticed Ravi in his own studio, seemingly hard at work on his mixtape. Happy for a minute that I could relax with one of my favorite members, I knocked quickly and went inside.

Our private work areas in the dance practice room were small and could really only accommodate two people, but Ravi's space was somewhat bigger than everyone else's and it even had enough room for a cot which I flopped down onto the minute I walked in.

"WonShik-ah, annyeong," I called him in a louder tone of voice than usual so that he would hear me over the hard beat that I could clearly hear through his head phones.

Ravi jumped up in surprise and then sent me a wave, but his attention quickly went back to the piece he was working on. I had expected as much when coming into his studio. I'd never known how hard Ravi worked on his music until we had begun preparing our LR sub-unit promotions together. It was enjoyable watching him work and I found myself sitting there for some long minutes, just listening to his grumbles and watching the time go by.

I was waiting on a call that seemed unlikely to come, my phone dead silent on my lap. I tried not to look at it, to think of anything else but the fact that it wasn't buzzing or ringing with an incoming call or message.

"Hyung, your sighs are really distracting," WonShik said, his deep laugh echoing in his words as he continued to modify his song.

"Mianhe, Ravi-yah." I turned away from him, my eyes moving again to the phone as it winked to life with a notification.

I swiped it up quickly but huffed when I saw it was only an Instagram notification.

"Hyung, you have Imani-ssi's number. Just call her first if you want to talk to her."

I looked up at Ravi in surprise, not realizing that he'd noticed me, but his eyes were still glued firmly to the computer in front of him. I leaned back against the wall, thunking my head against it softly.

"I can't just call; she's a busy woman."

"But you guys are dating now, and plus she owns the center. She can take a break if she wants," Ravi pointed out.

I bit my lip at his words, still worried.

"But wouldn't that make me seem too needy?"

At that Ravi turned away from his computer and looked into my eyes, his gaze penetrating as he took off his headphones.

"Hyung, you say you don't want to seem desperate, but isn't everyone desperate in love? As humans, we always feel as though we're alone and we seek out relationships. Everyone looks for someone to be with, someone who feels the same way they do. If you've found someone, you need to jump on the opportunity. Don't let fear hold you back; in the end, you'll regret it."

I sat in shocked silence for a minute as his words sunk in.

"Heol... How do you know so much about love? You've never even had a girlfriend," I joked with a slight smile to let him know I was kidding.

"I watch a lot of dramas," he said seriously, cutting his eyes at me and daring me to laugh.

At the look he gave me though, I was fighting back my amusement, so I gave him a pat on the head and grabbed my phone as I left the studio. Regardless of his lack of experiencing a real relationship, Ravi had made sense. The hard part had been asking Imani out. Now that she'd said yes, I'd have to move in. I started to dial Imani's number by heart, pleased that I learned it so quickly, when suddenly the phone rang in my hands.

"Hey TaekWoon. How are you?" Imani's voiced said into the phone. My heart skipped a beat when I heard her voice, a smile breaking out on my face at her cheerful tone.

"Annyeong Imani, I'm fine. Are you doing anything today?" I asked, hoping against hope that she wasn't busy and that we could make something of this uncommon day of freedom.

"Actually, JaeHyun's birthday is tomorrow and there are some things I need to get at the market. I called to ask if you wanted to come with me?"

"That sounds like fun. Yeah, let's go." My mind drifted to idyllic scenes of Imani and I in a super market, sharing a shopping cart as we went along the aisles. We could excessively eat the food samples and play around in the toy section; I could already imagine her full laugh and easy smiles.

"Great, text me your address and I'll come pick you up. I'm already in the car anyway."

At her words, my dream shattered and panic rose in me as I realized that I'm still at the entertainment building. Our group's poster hangs on the outside of it; if Imani sees it, I know she'll freak out. I send her the address to our dorm instead and I leave the building to get into my own car to drive back home. If I can make it there before she meets my members, it'll truly be a good day.

When I get to the dorm, Imani's car is already parked out front and I feel a spike of fear hit my chest. I practically jump out of the car and curse the elevator since today it seems to want to take an eternity to reach our floor. I can't help but imagine how the guys are acting around her and I'm positive HakYeon is taking the opportunity to tell her as many of my embarrassing moments as possible. I try not to curse as the elevator slows down as it gets to my floor and the wait seems interminable before it dings and opens the doors. I take long strides down the hallway and reach our door, quickly typing in our code. I burst through the entryway, expecting the worst.

What I don't expect is seeing all the guys lined up in a row on the floor with Imani seated on the couch, their faces rapt in attention to what Imani's saying. She smiles down at them all and turns to our maknae, who immediately sits up straighter.

"Ok Hyuk, try again. "'I'm too young to be your Oppa,'" she enunciates slowly in English.

Hyuk repeats the words perfectly and the others clap when Imani gives him a thumbs-up.

"Great job! Now your turn Ken. "'I'm the cutest man alive...'" And go!"

"I'm the cutest man arrive", he says with a smirk and blows Imani a kiss. She catches it playfully and suddenly I have the intense desire to rip JaeHwan's lips off his face.

"That was good, but remember to really enunciate your Ls. It's a distinct sound in English, so it shouldn't have the same intonation as the Korean R/L sound. 'A-live'. Imani repeats again slowly and this time Ken manages to say it properly. I'm amazed that the members are behaving and even more than that, how Imani is able to teach those idiots anything so easily. But as expected, she's definitely a great teacher. I can feel a smile beginning to creep its way on my face when Hyuk gets up from his position on the floor and moves closer to Imani. The smile hides itself again quickly, and a small fluttering of jealously begins to go through me instead.

"Imani noona, are you sure you want to date TaekWoon hyung?" I can hear the fake concern in Hyuk's voice as he reaches for Imani's hand.

"Of course, I want to. He's very sweet," she says with a smile and Hyuk moves even closer. The other members are looking on in shock, HongBin is the only one shaking his head in concern. I guess he'll be the only one left alive today.

"Keunyang, hyung is a bit boring. And that soft voice...."Annyeong", Hyuk mimic's me and I feel myself flinch. HakYeon and JaeHwan start laughing uncontrollably, and HongBin continues to shake his head. Yep, he's the only one who's going to survive, I say to myself.

"Whoa, you sounded just like him. But his voice is great though..." she says with a slight frown.

"It's alright, but instead of hyung, how about..." he starts saying while patting her hand and I've had more than enough.

I cough loudly before Hyuk can finish his sentence and he leaps back from the couch, his face gone red.

"Hyukie, what are you doing?" I say in my deadliest whisper. "Jugeullae? While you're still so young?"

Hyuk steps even further back from the couch, Imani's fingers slipping out of his hand.

"Uh, hyung! Wasseo?" he says weakly.

I take a step forward and Hyuk rushes to get behind HakYeon who's currently in the middle of dying on the floor because he's laughing so hard.

I send Hyuk my most menacing look and walk over to the sofa. My attention shifts to Imani and I stare at her unashamedly, taking long moments to look her over.

She's in a bright peachy orange dress today and the color makes her skin seem to glow. Her hair is in what looks like smaller versions of the twists she sometimes wears and she's styled them in a half up half down look. Her legs are covered by the pillow she holds in her lap, but I can only imagine how short the dress will be and the thought of it makes my mouth water in anticipation. I don't know how long I've stood there, but I realize HakYeon's laughter has long since stopped and I come back to my senses.

Imani is gazing back at me, a slight smile gracing lips that sparkle because of her shimmery gloss. My mind tells me to kiss those lips that seem to be begging me to come closer but I resist, finally remembering where I am and whom I'm in front of.

"Hey, are you ready to go?" I give her my warmest smile and with a blush Imani springs up from the sofa. Her dress billows out around her and I like I thought it barely graces the tops of her knees; she looks radiant and I find it hard to think straight as we leave, mesmerized by how long her legs are. I remember to send one last glare to the members who are all looking rather guilty, and Imani and I go out into the afternoon.