Love hurts... (1/1)

Yeenie grilled me on ALL the details.Well I didn’t tell her everything cause that’s kinda gross.We’re getting ready for television this morning (it’s Monday btw), Girls generation are up to their usual antics. This time they’ve included f(x). “Oh Gina, You’re in a dress! It must’ve taken you ages to shave all that hair from your legs!” Urgh go away! Too many freaks, not enough circuses. SHINee walk in 10 minutes later- just who was going to tell me they were coming?! Fuck it. I want my own dressing room. The other girls start getting all giddy and over-excited.I hide behind them to peek at Onew. Oh my, his smile is amazing…I have a major flashback to Saturday night. I wish it was just me and him in the room…But still, I’m keeping my anti-Onew exterior and I’m going to ignore him and be all hard-to-get…even though he’s technically all really had me...you know what I mean.“Oh Onew, you look so good!” gushes Sooyoung when he walks in. No he doesn’t Stupid Barbie. See, I’m already keeping it up. But I did say that in my head and not out loud.Hmmm….The technical man has shouted for the Temperature girls to go have their mic’s fitted…Oh that’s me!!!It is now time for someone super bitchy struttingness past Onew. If it goes wrong, it’s not my fault because I have been caught off guard and haven’t had time to practise.As I begin to walk past him, I have to stop because there is a hold up (most likely a shoe emergency) but I keep looking forward, stern look on and completely ignoring Onew. I can see him glaring at me, Girls generation are all blabbering to him, but he was just looking at me.He dared to reach out to my hand and I once again felt his soft touch.I began to lose my nerve and I looked away to the side and then met his gaze. He was biting his bottom lip all looking at me all hurt and upset. Oh god he was HOTTT. DAMN YOU ONEW! He stroked my hand one last time and then the line of us moved on out to have our mic’s fitted. I sighed. Not sure if it was from relief or from sadness. Listen to me, I sound like such a sob story. Get a grip Gina!*** Just before we went on set, I had to go and have hairspray my hair one last time. So I hurried back to the dressing room, quickly sprayed it, but when I turned round to hurry back, I bumped smack bang into Key, I almost fell back on my backside.“Oh Key! I’m sorry!”He just looked at me like he was about to cry.“What happened Gina? It was meant to be you and me. I picked you. Now I’ve been pushed out and it’s you and him. All because he’s the fucking leader!” I was shocked at Key’s sudden outburst.In all honesty I’d forgotten about Key.And he didn’t look happy.