ғᴀᴍᴏᴜs || ʜᴀɴ sᴇᴏᴊᴜɴ

04

A few weeks passed. The girls continued training and working with producers on their songs for their debut album. The choreographer was finalizing their dance routines with them to match the songs, but it was difficult as minor things were subject to change. Sunhwa struggled to adapt to the dances to begin with, and was growing quite frustrated as the days passed by.

She knew that memorizing the dances would be her greatest weakness, and she wanted more than anything to be as talented as Ahyeong and Chaesoo. The two were like twins, so in sync with their moves and flowing like seaweed in the ocean. It was so natural that it was painful to watch, as Sunhwa knew she could never be that good.

Sunhwa left the dance room as soon as their official practice ended. The girls would likely hang out and eat there over the next hour, but Sunhwa needed to get out. She felt suffocated in her weaknesses.

The blonde tied on her running shoes and pulled her hair back, grumbling curses to herself for her incompetence and lack of natural coordination. The instructor said she was doing fine, she just needed to keep working on her flow.

The sky was dark, as they had been practicing nearly all day. Sunhwa sighed as she stared out of the glass doors. It probably wasn't the best idea to run at night, but she really needed to get out.

"You look like you want to die."

Closer than she expected him to be, Sunhwa turned to face the boy whose abs were permanently ingrained into her mind. "Hey, Jisoo-oppa." She muttered, leaning her forehead against the glass.

"Yah, you'll smudge it." He hissed, pulling her back by the back of her shirt. "Don't touch me." She snapped so quickly that he stepped back.

"Sorry." The older boy apologized, and a flash of genuineness covered his face before he decided to switch the topic. "I'll run with you." He offered warmly. He was also dressed in workout clothes, and Sunhwa figured that he had likely been using the company gym.

"Or you can just go use the treadmill."

Sunhwa shook her head. "It's much easier to run outside. On the treadmill it feels like so much longer that you're running."

He shrugged. "I always run inside when I get the chance, so I never really noticed."

Sunhwa nodded, but she wasn't really listening. Her stomach was growling, but she figured it best to probably lose a few pounds. She'd already ate two full meals today, so it wouldn't hurt to miss one. But rice cakes sounded really good. And kimbap.

"Oh, Sunny."

She didn't answer, she peered down at the boy's shoes. "Why do you have.."

"Sunny-."

"Why are your shoes two different colors?"

The boy reached out, frustrated as he struggled to form words. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Move over!" He finally spurted out.

The blonde glanced up at him in confusion. "You're blocking this guy out."

She whipped around, smacking her head on the door.