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♥︎ - the price you pay (le sserafim)

Your back hit the ground as you collapsed on the wooden floor of the dance studio. You were drenched in sweat and the room felt hot. The long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants you were wearing were definitely not helping the circumstances.

"Get up. Go again." Your dance instructor barked. He wasn't your actual instructor, but he was going to be with you until your regular instructor was back from her sick leave.

You're a young idol under a small company who, luckily, made it big. You were beginning to build a promising career, and people seemed to love your music. And another thing that you're known for is your amazing choreography execution and your performance skills on stage.

But your temporary instructor was making your life difficult. Usually, your dance practice lasts for about four hours, but with him, he makes you stay for eight, which is absurd to you. And your sisters don't know about it, you just use the excuse that you're simply in the studio more. But lately, because of this instructor, you've been extremely exhausted, and on multiple occasions, close to passing out.

"Seonsaengnim, can I please have a break? Can't you see that I'm tired, dammit?" You snapped back. Your head and muscles were aching badly. All you wanted was to go home, take a relaxing shower, and get some sleep. You weren't even allowed to eat lunch today. He always tells you that you're fat and a shit dancer.

The price you pay to be an idol sometimes wasn't worth it.

You lifted your head to see that the instructor was glaring at you. You let your head fall back down and groaned, before rolling over and pushing yourself up from the floor, carefully standing back up. When you were standing upright, you pressed the heel of your palm to your temple and winced in pain due to the excruciating headache that you have.

"Get in position," the instructor demanded.

You sighed and followed his orders, but you zoned out and absentmindedly got into the wrong one. The instructor stomped over to you, snapping you out of your trance.

You both failed to hear the sound of the studio door swinging open.

Fear struck you when the instructor raised his hand. You instinctively flinched, crouched, and guarded your head with your arms. This wouldn't be the first time you've been hit by him.

"Hey!"

Several footsteps approached you and you were suddenly being dragged away from your instructor. You looked up and saw Yunjin and Chaewon animatedly yelling at your instructor, while the rest of your sisters, Eunchae, Kazuha, and Sakura, stood around you.

Sakura had a mean glare on her face as she held you tightly. Eunchae and Kazuha stood in front of you like guard dogs.

Eunchae turned around to face you with a worried look. "Yoonah-unnie. Are you okay? Was he about to hit you?" She asked. You nodded, visibly upset by the potential situation you could've found yourself in if it weren't for them.

Kazuha's face turned stone cold as she walked away and joined Chaewon and Yunjin.

You exhaled deeply and leaned your head on Sakura's shoulder, trying to block out all sounds around you. But then you lifted your head.

You looked up at Sakura. "What are you guys even doing here?"

Sakura huffed. "We were beginning to get suspicious of how long you were spending in the studio, so we talked to Eunji," she started. Eunji is a producer at your company, who's close to you. "We asked her if you've been staying late at the studio recently, but she told us that you haven't been. So we came down here to look for you and see what was going on. It's a good thing we did, too," she explained, directing a glare towards the instructor.

You all looked over in shock when you heard a slap resonate throughout the room. You saw Chaewon with a mean glare in her eyes, and the instructor's face was pivoted to the side, a look of anger taking over his sharp features.

Without saying another word, Chaewon grabbed Yunjin and Kazuha by the wrist and stomped out, gesturing for the rest of us to follow.

Once we were out of the room, Chaewon pulled me out of Sakura's hold and into her own. "How could you not tell us that you were being treated this way by him, Gom-ah?!" She questioned. She was beyond baffled. And she looked extremely upset, too.

You smiled sadly. "I didn't want to make it a big deal, Unnie. I just wanted to power through it until Seyun-nim finally came back to work," you explained.

She sighed. "Okay, I- I guess that makes sense. Our little fighter," she cooed as she stroked your hair and held you tightly.

"Yah, Unnie! That's embarrassing! We're still at the company!"