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Why can't feelings get cancelled? They make you feel like shit.

- Jeong Yunho, interview for Seventeen

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Tomorrow was the big day, and Yunho couldn't be more nervous. His moves were clumsier than normal, his mind forgot the choreography at times, his eyes weren't focused on his reflection, and his ears blocked the music from entering. His friends had asked numerous times for him to stay at home, to clear his head, but he couldn't. He refused to. How could he, when the reason he was so disoriented lived right next to him? And how could he, when the silence of his home invited his thoughts' overthinking? He needed to get out of there. Besides, he had a job to do, and though it involved someone who he never expected to avoid, he still had to do it. His pride was on the line.

The final practice before the visit to the company began smoothly. Yunho had been tasked by his clients to create a choreography for one of their artists, and when he found out who it was, a tsunami of panic and excitement hit his chest at full force. It could've been Choi San, the famous singer who tops the charts, but no. The choreography was for Mingi, and out of pure coincidence, the chosen song was Desire, to which Yunho had already created a piece for —a beautiful one, in his humble opinion. All he needed to do was relay the moves to Wooyoung, who had enthusiastically agreed to accompany him, and then he'd be done.

That is, if he could even finish teaching. Easier said than done. After stumbling for the nth time, Wooyoung forced the dancer to take a break, taking the lead while Yunho got his shit together. But when he saw Yunho's slumped figure crouching miserably beside the mirror, he stopped the music and approached the taller.

"Ok, that's it," Wooyoung declared. "What's wrong with you?"

"What isn't wrong with me?" Yunho darkly chuckled, covering his face with his hands and exhaling shakily. "I thought I had it together, but I can't even jump without falling on the ground."

Wooyoung shrugged, sitting down next to his sorrowful friend and placing a hand to comfort him. "Don't blame yourself, hyung. You have a lot going on and it's okay—"

"It's not okay, Woo," Yunho intercepted, glancing at Wooyoung piercingly, and as if someone flicked a switch, Yunho came tumbling down. "This is my job, and I'm letting personal feelings get in the way. If I go like this to Mingi's company tomorrow, they're gonna fire me right then and there. Imagine if the press found out. What would they say? And worse, how am I gonna face Mingi when I've been ignoring him all this time? I feel like shit for doing so, but I don't know what to do. Woo, I don't know what to do. I know you told me to face him, but I can't. I can't."

His voice cracked, making him momentarily stop to compose himself for a second. Once again, he covered his face, but this time, he did it to hide the tears threatening to fall. "I don't even know why. He's my idol. Why am I so scared of meeting him? Why am I so hesitant? Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if you and San were in our positions. You wouldn't have reacted like me, ever. You would've jumped at the opportunity of meeting San, yet here I am, trying to run away from Mingi. Gosh, Wooyoung. Something is definitely wrong with me."

Yunho didn't dare to meet Wooyoung's eyes. "Not to mention my Yunhopowers who always worry about me. I wouldn't doubt them worrying now. I haven't posted anything at all, and—"

"I'm gonna stop you right there." Wooyoung raised his hand to silence the rambling Yunho. No wonder he was so clumsy. He had a lot on his mind. "And you're gonna listen to me, whether you like it or not."

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