Disclaimer: mentions of abuse and implied self harm
"5! 6! 7! 8!"
The chants rang in Hana's ears as her body followed along to the rhythm of the music. She tried her best to execute the precise fast paced hand movements but her mind couldn't focus on her body at all. It was else where.
She thanked her past self for practicing hard enough to have muscle memory for the larger moves. Sweat trickled down her forehead, she tutted her body forward as the dance break began but the music came to an abrupt stop.
"Hana, what are you even doing?" A man with short jet black hair and white sleeveless shirt stood beside the speaker with his arms crossed.
The girl immediately bowed to her dance trainer saying she'll try again but he walked up to her and stopped her from repeating the same routine just for her to not make much of a difference.
"You already have the entire choreography down, Hana. Your movements just look dead and aren't as dynamic as they usually are," He let go of her and put distance between them again with a sigh, "What's wrong? Are you sick? Are you alright?"
The girl mustered a forced smile and nodded at the older male, "Yeah I'm fine, why wouldn't I be,"
That was a lie. She had barely taken a proper bite and it was not because of her strict diets but rather how she felt she didn't deserve to eat. Internally, she'd been glad she opted for a full sleeve today cause the fresh scar on her upper arm was not something she'd want her trainer to see. They were close and he'd definitely give her an earful for it.
But it was her only escape.
He gave her an unconvinced look and she sighed , "Ten, it's really nothing," Hana made her way to the corner of the dance studio and plopped herself to the floor with a bottle of water grasped in her hands.
Ten observed her intently. He knew the girl from a really young age, having trained her for 9 years now. She was lying. And she knew that he knew she was lying too. But neither of them said anything about it directly.
"Just take a break if you're sick. The comeback is in a month but you're fast with the learning process so I'll let you off the hook,"
The girl groaned childishly, "I don't need a brea-"
"You do," the boy reprimanded her as he picked up his belongings and walked up to her to mess up her hair.
"I'll be off now so I'll see you next week. I better not see you trying to overwork before the comeback," he smiled one more time and was soon out the door of the dance studio.
That's only when Hana dropped her pretence, her smile faltering into a frown. A lump formed in her throat when the memories of what had happened earlier that day flooded her mind. She didn't even want to go home and take leave just to stay in the same space as her step father. Hell, she'd rather kill herself.
Earlier that day
Three firm knocks were placed on the wooden door of the office before she twisted the knob to let herself in.
Her step father sat on his brown leather officer chair, the wooden room reeking an intense nicotine scent that made her want to choke. Hana bit her lips down and walked up to the front of his desk. The table had a long glass prism at the front where it was written in bold gold with black outlines-
Bang Taejon, transport minister, BSP
"You called for me?" She asked with her eyes stuck to the floor and voice as small as a mouse.
He finally looked up from his paper work and put it aside, turning his attention to the girl who was evidently a nervous wreck, "I didn't tell you to break up with Hyunjin yet," he stated plainly, knowing they both knew what he was talking about.
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Never | Lee Haechan
Fanfiction"Haechan, you can have any girl in the world but not Jiae. Trust me" Except he had her. And she was frustrated enough to let him have her. That's how they got here. / currently under editing because this was my first book- / enemies to lovers trope ...
