It's Tomorrow, Little Thing

CHAPTER TEN

Four Days Later

Sweat drips down my back as I take a sip of my water.

The guys and I have been working for the past three days on an end of the year public performance that we would be performing on Saturday just in the park.

Kim Jeong-Yi s next to me in his butterfly, also taking a few sips of his water/

Jeong-Yi transferred in the middle of last semester, and chose to dance with us. He's always been friendly, bringing guys and girls home and to introduce us to them. People have always told me that he is especially nice to me. But, ever since past relationships, I've closed myself off and I'm not ashamed of it.

He sits rather close to me but I act like I don't notice. Instead, I focus on the ringing of my phone.

Jeong Ye-Jun has been texting and calling me so much to the point that he drove me to silence my notifications. I know people would tell me to just block him, but it's good to have a guy like him around. Because since he's open-hearted, it's easy to melt him. I may seem timid, but God and I are one pain in the butt when it comes to details.

I grab my phone and see texts from him. My face dims.

Jeong-Yi touches my arm and looks at me with sweet eyes. I almost want to puke because Ye-Jun's eyes never pitied me. Wait- why am I comparing the guy in front of me with him?

"Are you okay?" he asks me.

I glance at the other guys and they give me a look. I want to cringe and slap his hand away. But I set a good example because he's younger than me. I take his hand off my arm and give him a smile.

"Yes, I'm okay. Thanks," I respond flatly.

His eyes drop, disappointment sneaking around the corners of his face.

I hear Jun-Hee snort and look at him, also giving him a look to shut up. He lifts his hands up as if to surrender only to stick his tongue out at me.

"Ya!" I snap. I stand up and am about to go over to him and threaten to slap him, but Jeong-Yi grabs my wrist and smiles.

"I'll take care of him," he says, winking at me.

Disgusted, I yank my wrist away from him and leave the dance studio. I hear laughs, scoffs, and accusations towards the Maknae of our dance group.

The bathroom is such a peaceful place. And when you wash your face with the water when you're troubled- it truly is the best feeling.