"May, look in the kamela," the director orders in accented, broken English.

She recognizes the Korean word for camera and obeys, adding on a hopefully sexy glint to her eyes, moving her mouth to the lyrics. Over the past few weeks, things have been hectic. Learning the choreography, recording, and shooting for the first music video: she didn't know how the boys dealt with the stress. It was even worse because

a. She couldn't figure out why Camille had let go of Hyuk without a scratch. She had plainly threatened him and then lets him go after with no marks and

b. she doesn't have anyone to vent her stress to.

Ken is always busy, Hyuk is always busy, she doesn't think Leo likes her all that much and she doesn't trust him anyway, she wasn't close with Hongbin, and Ravi was being annoying in constantly asking random little questions about Melissa.

In addition, N still hadn't apologized. She had been near him but never touching. She knew he was feeling that deprived feeling too, but he was doing a much better job at concealing it than she was. The director's irritation with her showed that.

"May, FOCUS!" He yells, and she zones back into reality.

"Sorry, she mumbles and focuses.

She is supposed to be sitting on the post-apocalyptic designed bed, lip-syncing her part. When Ravi's voice came on, she needed to flop back on the bed and pretend to be in pain. She has done it three times now, each time the director said it wasn't dramatic enough.

*Jesus Mina, I can do this part better than you!* The little voice taunts.

*You enjoy killing and hurting people though so that's out of the question.* She replies.

*You're right, if I have to do this one more time I might come out and throw the director into the wall.*

*Don't you dare.*

*You're life isn't threatened, I can't take over your body unless you let me.*

*And I have no intentions of letting you, buh-bye now.*

*Bitch.*

After the voice is gone, May does her part with so much passion, the director seems now amazed instead of frustrated.

"Gwaenchanh-a," he says, "Now, Hyuk isthere guchul May. Atfirst, she doesn't know and looksat him withfear. When he starts daegieobdeul-eun midgoissda her, herface changes from fear to joy and hugs him when she's free. N comes in to see them hugging. Hetears themapart and kidnaps May, for the dubeonjjae in the video. Ravi's rapis still playing."

The director's English was horrible and heavily accented. Plus he was speaking so fast. Since she couldn't understand him well, she hopes his instructions are simple.

Hyuk runs through the door and she sits up.

"Fear," he mouths and she does her best to look afraid. She's too late.

"Cut!" The director calls, frustrated once again, "Try again!"

She lays back down and Hyuk leaves. When he comes back in again, she sits up fast and remembers how she felt when she first woke up with all the boys after being kidnapped. She portrays that fear onto her face. Hyuk looks impressed as he begins to untie her and she launches at him when she is free. She hugs him and he hugs her back.

"Hello May," Hyuk's voice is strangely feminine as he whispers something in her ear.

She ignores it as she is yanked away from him. N is glaring at Hyuk as he drags her away and she puts the fearful look carefully back on her face.

"Hwolssin nasda!" director and Manager Park clap, they are clearly pleased, "Da-eum jangmyeon!"

N lets her go as they transfer to the next scene. He knew that she was still upset with him, he respected that, although he wasn't quite sure why. He still looked agitated as he walked away.

The next scene was the boys singing, so she got a small break. Manager Park hands her a bottle of water and she takes it gratefully.

"I'm so glad you cleared up that little, misunderstanding," he tells her while she sips it.

"No problem, you know N and his idea of comedy," she laughs.

"Now, I must ask, you and N have been hostile lately, what happened?" He inquires, turning to her.

"He hasn't apologized and seems to have no intentions of it," she answers coolly, taking another drink of her water, "He understands why I'm upset, but he thinks I'm being ridiculous."

"Ah, I see," he ponders, "How old are you again?"

"Eighteen."

"Americans graduate around that age, correct?"

"Yes, but I graduated last year."

"No college?"

She thinks about it. She had applied for for Stanford and Harvard and a few other less prestigious schools, but she was kidnapped before the letters came back. Her mother hadn't said anything about being acceptence letters.

"I applied for some before I came to Korea, but I started living with the boys before I found out if I got accepted or not," she answers carefully.

"May, back on set!" Ken calls. She nods, taking one last drink of water and hands it to Manager Park. She runs back and does the directors next instructions.

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When they get home, N watches May go straight to her room, closing the door quietly. She was as tired as he was. She had been avoiding him for three weeks, in the beginning she had made it clear to N that she wanted nothing to do with him until he apologized. He knew it was the right thing to do, but his pride, as a man and a dominate vampire, clouded his reason. She was his. She could avoid him and it because she was stubborn, but he still had power over her. He was not going to apologize to someone younger and lesser than him.

But on the other hand, he missed her. He missed her; the way she smiled, the way she rubbed with her collarbone when she was nervous, the way her hair smelled like roses, all of it.

He massages his temples, why did girls have to be so complicated? He was twenty-five, he shouldn't be getting so worked up over his relationship. She was a minor, there shouldn't even be a relationship.

He freezes, he didn't know if she was a minor. He didn't even know when her birthday was! He'd ask Ken to ask for him, or should he ask himself?

"Aish," he mutters and goes to his own messy room. She hadn't slept with him at all since they had left Florida, he stopped bothering to clean it.

N hears a knock at his door and opens it in milliseconds, hoping it was May. He's disappointed when he sees Hongbin there.

"N-hyung, can we go hunting?" He asks hopefully.

N thinks about it and nods. Hongbin is gone in an instant, off to tell the others. He sighs and goes to May's door. He knocks and the door cracks open. He sees May sleeping peacefully on her side, hugging a body pillow close, her legs scissored around it. He watches her steady breaths. In, out, in, out. There was something fascinating about the way she breathed while she slept. Her breaths were hitched each time they came in, and when they went out, they were small sighs. He feels weird watching her, but at the same time, utterly in love. He decides at that moment, he was going to apologize to her tomorrow, before they recorded the dance version of the Music Video.

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May is exausted when she wakes up in the middle of the night. Camille chuckles softly and picks up the Hyuk doll. She invokes her control over it, and him, again. She was going to feed well tonight.