Unremembered Love (KaiStal f.f) [EDITING]

Ch. 10

It's been weeks since I've lost my memories. Every day has been just an utter hell consisting of me going to school for 6 hours, 8-10 hours of training, and the rest is free time. All of this practicing is for my debut which is going to be soon. Well, that's what Lee Soo Man claims.

That doesn't sound that bad, eh?

No, it's bad.

You would think that training is just practicing singing and going to dance lessons, but it's really not.

Vocal lessons are okay; you get scolded if you sing way off key, but it's not as horrible treatment as dance lessons.

To keep you fit, every time you do a wrong dance move, they make you do 20-50 push-ups based on how much you messed the dance move up. 20-50 push-ups is an "okay" amount, but trust me, it's like chopping off my own arms.

"1, 2! 1, 2! 1, 2!" my coach yells as she claps to the beat. My body moves fast, grooving to the rhythm. But then it starts slowing down. My lungs tighten, and I gasp more frequently for air. About to have a choking for, I stop moving and stand with my hands on my knees.

Oh, my stomach...

Panting, I whisper under my breath, "I can't do it." Some of my future band mates just slowly stop moving but continue dancing, and in the corner of my eye, I see Coach Ahn, my dance coach, glare at me with lasers shooting out of her eyes. The coaches here are really strict, you see.

She shuts off the music and crosses her arms, walking up to me with a straight face. I gulp, ready to receive a whole scolding and a command for push-ups.

"Soojung-ah, what do you mean you "can't" do it?" she asks, putting her hands on her hips. I look up at her, still panting for life.

"But I don't feel good," I answer, wrapping my arms around my belly. I cock my head down, staring at the ground while my stomach starts irking me with a nauseas feeling. A small trigger in my stomach makes me cough some spit onto the ground, and I shut my eyes.

Dear God...

And I puke. Everything I ate comes gushing out of my mouth, creating a sour odor to roam the room. My arms clutch my stomach even harder, and I gag when there is nothing left to spew.

Everyone, including Amber & Victoria, gasps at the disgusting sight.

I stumble a bit, clutching Coach Ahn's arm. She holds me with a hand on my arm and the other patting my back.

"Hey... you alright?" she asks.

These stupid adults are asking if I'm alright when I just puked all over the ground. Does it look like I'm alright?!

I just shake my head.

"Let's take you back to your dorm," she comments, leading me to the door. Her arm moves to wrap around my waist, and she pushes the door open and leads me out of the dance room.

"Aigoo, did I work you to hard?"

I nod.

Coach Ahn leads me somewhere– I mean to my room, while I keep my eyes shut.

If only my dumb self before the quarantine just chose not to become an id—

Someone knocks me almost off my feet, and my eyes open wide in annoyance.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" A guy's voice says. I watch him bow next to me and then immediately rushes off.

"What the...?" I mutter under my breath, about to run after that dude and KO him.

"Forgive him, Soojung. He was in a rush to get somewhere."

(-_-)💢

"Who was it?" I ask so I can kick his ass when I see him again.

"Kim Jong In. He's a trainee here at SM. He's around your age, I'm guessing. Just... don't hang out with him."

//

After a decade, we finally make it to my room. I let her take the key out of my hand and stick it into the door knob, pushing the door free from its constant stance. We walk inside towards my room.

"Rest well," she says, setting me down onto the bed. My legs give out once my butt reaches the bed, screaming all the songs from church. God blessed me with an opportunity to rest.

And so, I nod, waving her out of the room. She disagrees and tries to tuck me into bed, but I push her away. Sighing, she says goodbye to me and leaves the room.

Finally. Some peace.

I slump my head into the pillow, but a mild pain builds in my neck. About to scream from annoyance, I slip my hand over the crease of my neck and try to get the annoying thing off of me.

It was the necklace.

Ever since I woke up from my quarantining, the necklace, or precisely a locket, has been hanging on my neck.

I haven't had any time to think about what it really was or who it was from.

Time to find out?

I sit up and walk over to my dresser and look in the mirror. My fingers trail over the silver locket; it is a heart embedded with diamonds on it.

It's gorgeous, though.

Curious, I try to open it to see what is inside.

Well, it doesn't open.

"What the...?"

I study the locket more carefully, trying to see if something is stuck in it, causing it not to open. However, I only find a key hole; it is on the side of the locket, oddly, which is probably meant for a key.

"Aish..." I say, annoyed that I can't see what or who is inside of this precious necklace.

Since I'm not going to wear it because I'm training all day, and that I don't know what is inside, I reach behind my neck and unlock the locket off my neck.

Whatever this is, it's probably worth many memories that I do not know of anymore. A small feeling of regret flushes over me, and I trail my finger over it.

You must be really important to the old me, right?

Pulling a drawer of my dresser out with a straight face, I set the locket into it.

It was worth something a lot to me in the past, didn't it?