Chapter 47: Conference Day.

Your POV

It was Saturday and I think it's D-day.

Conference day is today.

The press conference will be held in S.M Building.

SHINee's manager came to pick me up.

Dad didn't ask anything after that day where he found out about the articles and photos.

I was on my way to SM building.

All the others are already there.

Then my phone buzzed.

Onew messaged me.

From: Jinki

You ready? Buck yourself up. Everything is gonna be alright, Just stay calm and strong. We are there for you. Hwaiting! ^^

A smile form from my lips.

"Chaerin, it will take around 20-25 minutes, so don't show your nervousness much. Minho is there for you. If you couldn't answer just give a sign, the others will take care of it. Arasso?"

SHINee's manager ruffled my hair.

I just nod my head. Was it very clear in my face that I'm really nervous?!

Indeed, I am really REALLY SCARED!

I've never been or done something like this.

I wore a decent clothing, tied my hair up into a pony tail.

Manager brought me into the building. We took the lift and it reached the 4th floor.

Then I saw all five of them. Some standing, some sitting outside a room labelled,

Conference Room.

I gulped my saliva all the way down to my stomach.

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We sat in a row in front of a long table. Minho, me, Onew, Taemin, Jonghyun and lastly Key consecutively.

My stomach got worse. It's giving me a weird feeling and I felt really uncomfortable.

When I looked in front of me, there was a whole bunch of peoples!

Around 4 reporters with stand microphone in front of them, papers and pen on their hands. Cameras around us and in front of them. It was in every corner!

One of the guy who was standing at the end of the opposite table where the reporters was seated nod his head and all the SHINee members stood up and greeted.

"Anyeong haseyo, we are shining SHINee!"

I was the only one who was seated.

Then when all of the took their seat, I stood up and greeted.

"Anyeong haseyo, chonun Jung Chaerin imnida," I bowed and sat on my chair.

I had both my hands on my lap. my fingers was fidgeting each other.

Then Minho took his hand and put it on my hand which was rested on my lap signalling that everything will be alright.

I looked at him with eyes of agreement.

The first reporter started to ask question.

He showed a picture of me with Mihno holding hands and asked,

"Explain this picture Mr Minho," that was short and....for me it was rude in the way she asked.

Minho was quiet for a while and was studying the picture.

"I was walking back home with her after school,"

Indeed it was true. It was a picture taken with our school uniform on.

"You were not only walking back home but you were holding hands laughing. Do you mind giving me some details about it Miss Chaerin,"

She shot a glance to me. I felt all my strength just dropped down like a ball being thrown for ma high building. My face was burning hot!

What should I say?! Should I tell the truth or should I lie?!

Oh, will my way of answering be good?!

"It....," I stuttered." Well, he was talking about talking to me about something that he saw on the net the other day. It was a funny video.He did a small demo on how the girl tricked the guy,"

No I know my face is totally red!

But at least I told the truth. Minho was telling me some jokes and weird stuff he saw on the internet but holding hands wasn't included I made that up.

She nod her head.

Then the second reporter ask.

"Mr. Onew, you know that they were in a relationship right?"

Without even a time to think, he answered back.

"Minho did not mention anything related to being in a relationship,"

It was true too. Minho didn't tell Onew at first. Then when Soojin came, he found out that Minho likes me.

It was only the second question and I was already lost!

Their questions are too deep.

"Do you mind telling me what you were doing with Miss Chaerin in a beach?" the reporter showed the picture of me and Onew standing next to each other facing the beach.

"How sure could you be it was me and her when the photo taken was not showing their face. The picture was taken from their back,"

The reporter who asked just nod his head.

"SHINee have had a variety show with Miss Chaerin called SHINee's date,"

"Yes," Minho answered.

"Did you know her before that or after that?"

"I met her once in our plane back to Korea from our pre-debut shooting," Minho answered.

"Miss Chaerin, were you taking advantage of SHINee to yourself?"

WHAT?!

I was blinking.

Me?

No. I wasn't!

"Look, Miss...." I was looking at her name tag. " Miss Yang Jin Ying, we were friends in school before they even debuted. Minho was my classmate. We were just being as normal friends. Is there anything that I can take advantage of?! Why would I do that?" something got into me.

The reporter only nod her head.

"Then do you mind explaining this," she took out a picture of me kissing Minho while he was on my lap that night AND another picture of me hugging Onew.

My heart stopped beating at the second.

Is this what press conference are like?!

They are ready with everything!

And their digging everything too!

"I...I-," I couldn't think of anything to talk back.

"Let me tell you. Yes. That picture is true. It does show that I was kissing her. Is there any problem? Is there anything wrong? Yes. She is my girlfriend. She's been a good friend to me too. She has always been there for me, comforting me everyday. That picture shows you that we are in a relationship! So why asking it again?!"

She nod her head without any question.

Why does every reporter only nod their head after we answered their questions?

She looked at me then Onew.

But before Onew could answer,

I did.

"That was the same time when you showed another picture of us standing together. I was comforting him. He was having a hard time. Hugging a person to comfort them is not wrong. Everyone does that,"

Onew looked at me.

But I was only facing the reporter.

"So is this some kind of Love Triangle?"

I can feel that everyone of us were frozen in our seat.