One More Chance

Take Me

Jennie

Lisa has done a pretty good job of ignoring me after that afternoon inside their tent. Since then, exactly a month now she's still doing it well.

It's frustrating.

Every day I tried to show her that I meant what I said that day. That I want her back. But every time, Lisa will cut me over and over again that it felt so exhausting but never have the heart to complain. Lisa endured the pain for years because of me, so I won't complain a single thing even if she denies me continuously.

Jisoo wanted me to stop. It is obvious that Lisa didn't want any of the things I am doing. People are starting to get suspicious about me being so affectionate towards the Thai. But I've given no single damn to any of it. Jisoo was always there to cover me up. I've got a lot of scolding from her but that didn't stop me from getting Lisa back.

I am not allowed to get tired.

Jealousy and pain are my bestfriends every day. Jealousy seeing Lisa smile to Rosie, a genuine one, always. She laughed at everything she says. Her laughter used to be music to me, but now it shoot daggers straight to my heart. I wanted Rosie gone out of the project. Many times I think of getting another designer for my costumes but I know that will be unfair. Rosie is good in what she is doing. Actually good is an understatement, she is the best for the job. And she's a very good friend of mine. So I tried stopping myself to do any stupid thing.

I'm getting hopeless. I think I've tried everything I could to woo her. Made her feel my sincerity, but she's hard as stone. And she kept calling me unnie! Fuck!

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I was walking down the hallway heading to the dance room of the building. I just finished recording my new song and today I was scheduled for the dance.

I arrived at the building at 5am. I wanted to do some stretching, or probably dance on my own before the choreographer arrived to build the steps for the song.

Dancing has always been a way to relieve my stress, my frustrations, and my anxiety. It has always been like this. It was Lisa and I's way to relax. Tiring ourselves through dancing, enjoying each other's company and after that will walk back to our dorms and cuddle until we fell asleep.

I miss those kind of moments. Too bad I won't be able to experience those.

As I came close to the dance room, a faint music can be heard on the hallways.

Wait? Who's here at 5 in the morning?

I stepped out of the dance room, the music loud and clear to my ears. My hand slowly push the glass door, enough for me to have a glimpse of the person inside the room.

It was Lisa.

My eyes stared at the figure listening to my new song Take Me in front of the wall mirror wearing a black crop tank top showing her beautiful tone abs paired with black sweat pants hanging just below her hips and black sneakers. Her eyes were closed, focus solely into my music. The song I wrote two years ago. The song I dedicated to her, to us.

My feet remained behind the door not moving. Somehow, all the courage to get her back washed away and replaced by the admiration, and just simply watch her. It's been years since I saw her dance. To me, she will always be our dance machine princess.

The song has ended and Lisa opened her eyes, looking at herself on the mirror and quickly wipe her cheek. Is she crying?

She move back to the player and played the song once more before she started to sway to the music.