Alone // B.B

b. 6

An hour and a half into practice, Jinwoo oppa was ready to chop off at least two members heads. Those members being Jiji and Jinnie; the eonnies. They couldn't pick up the choreography as quickly and sharply as he wanted, so most of that hour and a half consisted of him yelling.

"Do it again Jiji and Jinnie! There's no time for goofing around!" Jinwoo oppa yelled clapping his hand together to the beat. Sweat beaded on his redden forehead, he-like the rest of us-was extremely stressed. There's so much pressure on us since our debut is in six months and this is all the training we are getting.

Nari and I continued to perfect the movements, we moved in complete harmony while Jiji and Jinnie struggled to keep up. My muscles ached from being deprived of water. We were told there was to be no breaks until the two nailed the choreography. It's completely unfair because Nari and I had it down, yet we were being punished for their mistakes.

"Looking good Hana and Nari!" Jinwoo praised as we whipped our hair, "1, 2, 3 and hit dat dat boom. Pop, 2, 3, 4, down 6, 7, 8." I swear the counts that dance teachers make up impress me. Often, I hear motions or sounds rather than numbers, it's surprising that I even know how to count to eight.

"JINNIE POINT YOUR TOE MORE! AISH BRAT LISTEN AND APPLY!" Jinwoo oppa screamed above the music, smoke could be seen streaming from his ears. Omo, he's pissed. I applied the correction to myself so he'd be less likely to yell at me.

"I SWEAR! AGAIN!" he yelled again as the music ended. My breath was shaky as I stood with my hands on my hips. The room felt as if it was rotating around us, a warm feeling had grown in the back of my throat; I was about to puke.

My eyes darted to the nearest trash can and my feet ran to it. I dropped to my knees in front of it releasing whatever was left in my stomach. Tears streamed down my cheeks as my body shook; cut it out Hana. You aren't weak.

I wiped my mouth and stood, grabbing a tissue from the box on the couch. The girls began asking if I was alright, I nodded saying that I'm fine.

"Shall we continue Jinwoo oppa?" I casually asked, returning to my spot on the floor. He stared at me questioningly for a moment then clapped his hands together.

"Positions!" he commanded and pressed the play button. Throughout my dance career I always overly pushed myself a little too much. I was taught from a young age that I wasn't to quit, even if my body felt like it was going to break; I had to push through.

It wasn't like this is the first time I have trained so hard without water or that I've puked. I'm sure it's common in the idol world right? That we weren't to stop even when we feel weak?

After ten more full outs, Jiji and Jinnie had finally gotten their stuff together and did the routine correctly. Jinwoo released us from the room to get water, like last time Nari sprinted to the dorm to relieve herself and get something to drink.

"Yah! Hana-yah, come here," Jinwoo oppa requested motioning me over. Cautiously, I walked over to him.

"Ne?" I asked him, tilting my head sideways.

"Are you alright? Do you need a break? You threw up and came back like nothing happened," he explained, motioning to the trash can then to me.

"Ne, gwenchanta," I answered, "I just need some water oppa."

"Arraso Hana, go on. Omo look at the time, you girls are released for the day," Jinwoo said after checking his watch. I bowed thanking him and exited the practice room.

"Yah! Hana-yah!" a newer voice called out. Aish am I ever going to get water? I slowly turned around, seeing Jinyoung standing there with a sports bottle filled with ice water. The sweat from the bottle slid down the side as I watched in agony.