Silas’s POV
As they all left, I quickly ran back into my room because of what had happened to . Why don’t I rember anything after Damon asked if I was dating Lysander or not? After I replied to him, my mories beca blurry.
Why am I suddenly feeling guilty, like I did sothing wrong? I think I shouldn’t talk to Damon’s brother anymore. He is my brother’s mate, and even if I bump into him, I’m going to ignore him from now on.
My only friend will be Lysander. I’m not thinking about dating anyone yet, but yeah, if it’s Lysander, then I would definitely consider it.
After that, I had a really bad headache. My eyes felt heavy too. Thankfully, my lifesaver, Nekol, gave hangover dicine. After drinking it, I started to feel much better.
We had lunch together, and I wanted to wash the dishes, but Nekol kicked out of the kitchen, saying I needed to rest.
Now, I’m lying on my bed, and even if I close my eyes, I can’t fall asleep. I hugged the teddy bear tightly—the one my fans gave .
Just then, I heard the doorbell ring. I quickly got up, stepped out of my room, and saw that Nekol had already opened the door.
An Oga doctor was standing there, holding a dical kit in one hand.
What is the doctor doing here? Who called them? I looked at Nekol, thinking he was the one who called them, but he shook his head, indicating that he wasn’t.
"Can I ask who called you?"
The doctor showed us a ssage from Mr. Damon, saying they needed to co to our apartnt because I was injured. But I was totally fine—I didn’t have any injuries. So why did Damon call the doctors?
Nekol also received a ssage from Damon, saying he was sending the doctors to check on . So, I quietly sat down on the sofa as they examined .
After a while, the doctor prescribed so dicine, saying I had an inner wound on my cheek, though it looked fine from the outside. That’s when I rembered—I got slapped by that white wolf mask guy in the Dark Valley. That slap was so painful. This injury must be from that.
As the doctors left, Nekol turned to .
"Silas, why didn’t you tell you had a wound? Doesn’t it hurt?"
To be honest, I had completely forgotten about it. I didn’t even rember getting slapped. And I didn’t want to tell Nekol—it was too embarrassing.
"It’s nothing serious, so don’t worry, Nekol. Can’t you see? I’m totally fine, standing in front of you, safe and sound."
"Still, Silas, you should be more careful about yourself," Nekol nagged.
He went on for ten minutes—he’s such a caring person, always worrying about others.
After that, I did so exercises in my room—planks, push-ups, and more. And just like that, the whole day passed. We ate and slept without doing anything important.
Finally, the next day arrived.
Early in the morning, my schedule was packed, and I left for the shooting location. When we reached there, everyone had already arrived before us. The crew mbers were busy with their work. As we stepped inside, I saw four boys—they were from a famous boy band.
As soon as they saw us, they kindly stood up and approached us.
I bowed at them. "Hello, my na is Silas. I’m looking forward to working with you."
"Yes, nice to et you, Silas. We’re also looking forward to working with you," one of them said.
They were all so handso, so beautiful.
One by one, they introduced themselves. There were four mbers, but their personalities were completely different. One was the bright, cheerful mber, while another was gloomy and barely spoke. From introverts to extroverts, their group was like two opposite worlds coming together.
It would be great working with them.
Their leader’s na was Van. While we were talking, he suddenly left. Even his mbers were confused about where he had gone. But within five minutes, he returned—with a coffee in his hand.
"Here, Silas. This coffee is for you. Since it’s your first ti working with us, I hope we don’t cause you any trouble," Van said.
"No, no, I should be the one saying that! This is my first ti working on an MV. I’m new to this, Since I don’t have any experience, I hope you will help ." I replied.
As I said that, one of the four boys stepped forward. His smile was bright, almost like a sunflower—his whole personality radiated warmth.
"Don’t worry! If you don’t understand anything, just ask us. We’ve done so many shows and worked with lots of newbies. There’s nothing to be ashad of—just tell us, okay?"
"Right, guys! We are always ready to help."
He was such a kind person. His smile, his personality—it really was like a sunflower.
From there, Nekol and I went to the fitting room, where they did my makeup and got ready. I wore a black jacket, a pink t-shirt underneath, and black pants.
It was an unusual combination, but for so reason, it felt like I had worn these clothes before. Then I rembered—yes, I had worn these clothes before. It was in Damon’s mansion.
As I was ready and about to leave for the shoot, Nekol suddenly got a call. As soon as he picked up, he walked to the corner, speaking in a hushed voice.
Who called him? Why did he move to the corner to talk?
A few monts later, Nekol returned to , his face looking pale. I had a bad feeling.
"What happened, Nekol?"
"Mr. Damon called. He said your shoot here is canceled. The company is sending soone else instead of you to finish it."
"What do you an? Explain it to . Why was my shoot canceled?"
I didn’t understand anything Nekol just said.
"Mr. Damon canceled this shoot and assigned soone else. He also wants you to co to the company imdiately."
"But why? What happened all of a sudden? He was the one who assigned this shoot! Why is he doing this now?"
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