Dancing On My own

Foreword

"Jongin-ssi" Mrs. Lee said, a middle-aged woman with a hazelnut hair who was teaching science subject in the class, "kindly stand up please" she said in a demure manner. Jongin, who wasn't even listening to the class whose mind was somewhere outside the university, stared at her in utter amazement.

"W-what?" he stuttered over a word, and realized her teacher was showing a conspiscious glare at him and he immediately stood up from his chair.

"I heard that you are the captain of the Dance Team, am I right?" she asked, but she obviously already knew the answer to her obvious question

"I guess so?" he said, the sound of a sort of confused statement.

"Then mind if I ask a simple question for you, that I know you should answer with a clear explanation" she demanded in a gentle way.

"..okay" Jongin mumbled, he was extremely anxious over her sudden question.

"What to you is dancing?" everyone, including Do Yeonhee, who was sitting just 2 rows in front of him were eager to listen to what he would answer. But she remained quiet and settled, the still body of the young woman, with no reaction or whatsoever and did not even move an inch, but she opened her ears to hear the answers.

"Dancing?" he said with misplaced words and muddled thinking.

"Do I have to repeat the question?" Mrs. Lee furrowed her brow.

"Sorry.." as he bit his lower lip, making some of the girls inside the classroom feel giddy over the fact that his mere presence in the classroom may be too hot for them to handle. "Uh.. well.. dancing.." his words were all mixing up, making a chaos inside his head, his heart was hammering because even though he is the captain of the dance team, what is dancing to him really? Students were starting to take interest as they looked at Jongin one by one. Jongin took a deep breath before finally speaking his heart out, "They call it dancing, but I call it life" he flashed a little smile, and that is what Jongin is most proud of, dancing. "they say that dancing can only hurt my feet, and never my heart."

Yeonhee raised one of her eyebrows, with her head still tilted down with her arms crossed against her chest. Jongin took a quick glance at her, and her back showed no interest to what he was saying and that made his heart sink deeper and deeper.

"I dance for laughter, I dance for tears, I dance for madness, I dance for fears, I dance for hope, I dance for screams.." he said in one go, "and I dance for my dreams" his smile never left his face and the students looked at him and admired him even more and even from afar because they know how passionate he is when it comes to dancing. Mrs. Lee nodded her head, feeling a little bit impressed by his words, "But actually," he moved a little bit, "I do hate dancing." he stated without even a hint of sarcasm, he said it in a straightforward answer leaving them all confused.

There were murmurs from the class, obviously because of sudden confusion. Mrs. Lee looked at him very confused, as Jongin only smiled faintly. "Because of dancing, someone had to give up her dreams.." he said, "all because of me."

He looked at Yeonhee's back, and she knew it. She can feel his stares digging in. Yeonhee was noticeably uneasy by his words as she fidgeted on her place. "Because I am a bastard who was too late to save her life, to save her brother." he was still looking at Yeonhee, "I am a bastard who ruined her life." he looked at her with sad eyes- eyes that only showed sorrow and misery.

Yeonhee immediately closed her eyes as tears were threatening to flow. "She only had her brother and dancing.. and I.. a jerk.. chose to destroy her life." his voice was slowly cracking up. Unexpectedly, a hot tear finally escaped Yeonhee's eye and she immediately stood from her chair, surprising the students even more as they were already surprised by Jongin's choice of words. She couldn't take it anymore as she left the classroom not taking a glance back to the teacher and classmates who had their mouths hanging open.