The next morning I woke up with a strange sensation in my stomach, as if a swarm of butterflies were flying around, swerving and colliding with each other. 'Am I nervous?' I asked myself, 'am I nervous to go into work?' This had never happened. For years I had been seeing Shinee practically every day, and not once had I felt this nervous to see them. Ever since our little 'vocal session' last night, I have not been able to stop thinking about Onew. 'Am I developing feeling for him?' 'No, no. Stop it y/n.' I brushed the feelings off as if they were crumbs on a couch.
I ate my breakfast, and got dressed in my denim shorts and my favorite hoodie, complete with my 'all so attractive' knee brace. I looked at myself in the mirror, which I hardly did, for over three minutes, before letting out a loud grunt, picking up my bag, and waltzing out the door.
I caught a taxi to the SM building, and slinked inside, hoping to go unnoticed. As soon as I walked into the practice room, who do I see? Of course Onew was standing right there, in his baggy gym shorts and loose T-shirt. He looked so sexy. 'No. Snap out of it y/n! Be professional. What is wrong with me?' Thoughts filled my brain, thoughts that, for the past three years, had never even crossed my mind. I walked up to Onew and the other members of Shinee awkwardly, feeling a little flushed and embarrassed. 'Do they know? Do they all know? Did Onew tell them?!' All of these questions swam around in my brain as my legs automatically made their way toward the boys. 'Oh gosh. I might as well just quit now.'
"Hey noona." Chimed Taemin, seeming as normal as ever. 'Maybe they dont know.'
"Hey Taemin. Did you get a good rest last night?" I decided to make the conversation as normal as possible. The boys continued to mingle amongst themselves, when all of a sudden, an unwanted entity entered the room. The unwanted entity was, you guessed it, that stupid prick of a dance instructor.
He walked in without so much as a smile, and approached the boys. I gave him a slight glare, as I turned around, and made my way to the bench, 'great. Now I get to watch him torture my friends. This is going to be so much fun.'
I stayed seated, without making a sound, as I twiddled my thumbs in anger, watching Mr-bag-of-shit, yell at, and order around the poor boys. I bit my lip, desperately wanting to march up to the dance instructor, and give him a piece of my mind, along with a big red handprint right across his cheek.
"What the fuck Minho? Your off beat! Fuck! Why did I agree to do this shit. I should just send you out to the stage right now, and watch you guys fuck up and lose fans. Fuck... Again!" Mr shit head was screaming at my poor boys. I clenched my hands into a fist, trying to contain my anger, as the music began to play. I watched closely, seeing the boys nail every move with energy, even though I could see the exhaustion on their faces. I watched Onew, the way he moved, the way his body became one with the music. I felt my heart pound in my chest, as my eyes became glued to the dashingly handsome leader in front of me. My mind flashed back to the events that had occurred last night, and I felt my heart beat even more ferociously. The way he had kissed my lips, the way he had touched my skin, the way he had left me wanting more.
"Ya! Onew, I am dearly sorry, but could you please get your head out of your fucking ass! Why the fuck are you on the floor?! Are your legs too week? Your not fit enough? Well maybe you should just pack your fucking bags and leave!" These words coming from Mr-fuck-face's lips, sent my adrenaline running. I felt my legs lift myself up from my seat before I could tell myself not to. I felt my legs walking over in the direction of the exhausted boys, before marching up to the dance instructor.Everyones eyes were on me, as I got to about a metre away from the dance instructor, and planted a loud, hard slap on his right cheek. Everyone's eyes widened, including the dance instructor, as he held onto his face in pain and yelped.
"How fucking dare you!" You began, "I have known these boys for over three years now, and the way you are treating them, is BARBARIC! If you dare, lay a single hair on their heads, i swear, that you will never set foot in this building again. These boys need rest! Onew, take you and the boys out the back, we are done for the day." And with that, i grabbed onto he boys arms, and lead them out of the room, with the dance instructor standing there dumbstruck.
The adrenaline raced around inside my body, I felt buzzed and alive. We left the room, and continued down the hall, in complete silence, apart from the sound of the boys panting for air.
"Noona. Wait. What are you doing?" Key called from behind you, sounding flustered and confused. "You didn't have to do that."
I ignored his questions and continued walking, until I got to the second dance room. I entered, with the boys following me, and closed the door.
"We dont need him. I can still train you. But first, I think some lunch is in order. Fried chicken anyone?" Onew's face lit up at my words, before pulling me into a tight hug, making my heart pound in my chest.
Chapter 2 End
