Unkind Fate: Jaebum

☑️ Chapter 11: Favor

The next day was a very fine day, the sky's so bright very just like the usual summer season. I still think that the abrupt rain yesterday was very odd.

It was still early in the morning when I went to got7's practice room. I know they usually starts their practice earlier than the rest of trainees.

I was there in front of the door, still thinking whether to come in or not. Sneaking on the halfly-opened door, I saw JB, dancing alone without any music.

But right then he looked at my direction and saw.

"Wasseo?"

I showed him his umbrella, and by that he automatically run towards me.

"Thanks yesterday," I said as I hand it to him.

JB acted normally. As if he didn't say anything to me yesterday.

I tried to act as usual but sometimes I couldn't help but to get bothered by it.

"Do you want to come in?"

I looked around and check once again the rest of got7 members.

"It's okay, no one's around. They are having their breakfast", as if he's reading my mind.

"What if they arrive?" I asked.

He laughs "So what? You're very welcome here. Unless our manager will have a visit, which is very unlikely these days"

In the end, I came in and watched him dance in a full view.

"Life is so unfair" I said, when the song ended.

He walks towards me, wiping off his sweat with the towel on his shoulder.

"Why?" he looks confused.
"How could singing and dancing be your both forte?"

He laughed "But you could sing well"

I never expected a compliment from him.

"Maybe, I am" me, trying to sound humble. "But not as good as you."

"But your piano skills are above average. You're a pro! I am nothing compared to you" he said, trying to lift up my self esteem.

"You're good in playing piano too but I can't dance" I sighed with the thought how many times I got scolded with our dance instructor.

"Unfair", I muttered.

"Dancing is something you can learn just how I learned playing piano" he stand in front of me and offered me his hand, "Do you want to learn how to dance?" he gave me a warm smile.

I gave him my hand. He pulled me so I could stand up. But the force he exerted was too much, making me bumped into his chest.

My instinct told me to let go of my hand from him and took a step back. I fixed my hair and tried to compose myself, "You don't need to teach me" I tried to sound cool, not letting him notice that I'm panicking inside. My heart is beating faster!

"Why not?"

"As if it'll be a help", I said, frustrations coming in.

"I've been training for almost a month and still, I showed no progress. I'm afraid I'll be cut off because of my poor dancing skills," I added.

"Dancing is only part of the evaluation but it's not the whole thing", he reminded me.

"And you still have few more weeks, you could still work on it," he patted my shoulders and gave me an assuring smile.