Part Time: Rose's Thorns

Chapter 7: Memories

AND AS REQUESTED

Jessica was resting against the grey cushioned couch when you reached the condo. No matter how much you wanted to avoid this stranger, you owe her something; it's a harsh of you to ignore her. She turned and look back at you with a welcoming look.

"So how was the reunion?" She bluntly asked. You hooked the car key over the pointed metal on the wall before looking back.

"Shitty I guess? They wanted me to be their dance coach for 2 weeks."

Her eyes narrowed, tilting her head lightly. "Who?"

"SM Entertainment, familiar with that? Maybe you're a Kpop fan." You guessed, pulling your suit out from you as you shook it off. Her mumbling some words drew your attention to it.

"What was that?" You asked.

She shook her head off and forced a smile. "Nothing, I mean why are they inviting you? I mean there's a lot coaches everywhere around this city but you. That's suspicious and they wanted to kidnap you for sure."

You found that funny to the fact she seemed to treat you like a dumb teenager. She may be a stranger, but atleast she had that little care even if it sounded stupid for you. You let out a soft chuckle as you leaned on the wall. "I don't know, but I guess I just had to give them a chance."

You mimicked an arm wave. "Since, I missed dancing too."

Jessica scoffed and looked away. "You must be kidding, I can't let that happen Y/N. What if something happens huh? Who's liable?"

"I can fight," You protested.

"Do you think your fighting skills can help you when they pointed a gun at you?" She argued.

"Miss, guns don't exist in Korea." You gave her a chuckle, pissing her off ever more. "I'm fine don't worry. Somehow you should lower that worry you had on me somehow a bit, America is way dangerous than here."

She never managed to talk back upon seeing you walk back inside your room afterwards. You breathed out deeply as you sat on the bed, slowly rubbing your palm against your face. It's going to be a tough day for you tomorrow, you wanted to fix everything you left. Building up the courage to face them again struggled you to fall asleep, but that calming music did anyways.

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You were lost around, just for you to realize the old SM building was now an office instead. The lounge woman gladly told you that their main hub is officially on Gangnam, the city where you used to be two days ago.

The main building was an enormous glass building, something you would normally see on Manhattan. It amazed you that this never existed when you were still on your memorable days, but two years afterwards; here it is standing with these fellow buildings neighboring it.

Showing the card that the lady gave you yesterday, one of the assistants led you towards their office. The building's height frightened you somehow, their office was surprisingly on the 25th floor which was tall enough for an office to be in it. You had undergone a lot of processes,  interviews and checkups; even them asking you if you're a saesang who copied a card just to get inside.

It almost took an hour before you were finally freed. The assistant led you into an empty dance room as she told you that the 'girls' would be here by 11:30. You were flabbergasted inside, you'd be teaching opposite ones rather than the same sex as yours.

Memories struck you as you wandered the empty cold room. Those days where you were still in good terms with everyone. You and Girl Generation forming a circle on the center, talking about good things and having a nice KFC lunch with everyone; but everything was just a memory for you now.

The door opened and you heard women voices behind you. They became quiet when you turned around, slowly entering and bowing at you.

"Greetings Sunbaenim, are you supposed to be our dance choreographer that they told us?" The tallest on the group started in Korean. It was years since your last communication in Korean, but luckily you still had that little knowledge left to understand them.

You bowed and smiled. "Goodmorning and yes, I would be in charge with the 4 of you. To start off, I'm Y/N and you can call me with ( Your Nickname ). I could see that the 4 of you are still in your teenage days based on your young, innocent faces; so don't be bothered on me. I still don't have an idea why I'm being sent to teach women rather than men like me."

That nervous chuckle of you lightened up the atmosphere a little, which made them smile too. The tallest member seemed to be the most approachable one as she began to introduce themselves one by one.