Because It's Love | EXO CHEN

11. Thunder

Is this happening for real? I actually won the votes?

The breath I didn't realize I was holding in made me choke on my saliva, and I spun around facing Bora, still not taking in the fact that I am actually going to be a choreographer for EXO's song.

Would Bora be upset?

My concerns washed away when she held up her hand and told me that she liked my choreography a lot, assuring me that I deserved it. She's so nice indeed.

Meanwhile, Jas and Aaron were cheering for each other for winning the votes too, until she realized that I was observing the two of them, then she swoon up to me instead.

"I can't believe it." She beamed.

"Me too!"

"We both did it!"

"We did!"

"Kyaaaa!!!" The both of us squealed in bliss and hugged each other, oblivious to the people around us.

A sudden reminder of someone flashed through my mind and made me pause my congratulatory dance.

"Um...Jas, you go talk to Aaron for a while yeah? I need to call someone." I hinted and she understood right away.

I exited the practice room and pulled out my cell phone. Scrolling through my contacts until I spotted his name, I hesitated for a second before pressing 'call'.

A part of me wanted to strangle this cute little bean but I also wanted to share the good news with him first hand. He's probably waiting for my call too, right?

In less than 3 rings, the line went through.

"Jongdae ssi! It's me! I just thought I'd tell you how my presentation went...If it's possible, I'd like to treat you to a meal? U-um, w-whenever you're free!" I began stuttering towards the end when I realized I sounded like I was asking him out on a date.

It's just a meal though, not a date.

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I was sure the line went through. I looked at my phone, confirmed twice that I was speaking to the right person.

"...hello?" I called out.

"He's not anyone you can call and meet up with, bitch. He's mine, get your slutty head straight. Don't ever call back-" A female voice snarled at me before the line got cut off in that instant.

That caught me off guard. I was sure I called Jongdae. But who was she? Why did she say he's her's? Could it possibly be his...lover?

Thousands of questions shot through my mind but none of it could beat that one hurtful remark from the anonymous girl.

Get your slutty head straight.

That's right. Had I forgotten my identity towards Jongdae? I'm just a silly potato fan. Who am I to intrude his precious life and act like someone dear to him?

I couldn't help but trap myself in a world of my own monstrous thoughts, mentally hating myself for forgetting that I was in no position to intrude and enter Jongdae's life. Yeah, right from the start, we were worlds apart. That was the line I shouldn't have crossed.

Stupid me.

Tears spilled down my cheeks even though I fought the urge to cry it out. You can't cry, Minzi.

Who are you to cry?

That girl probably hurt way more knowing that my existence affected the relationship between her and Jongdae. But why didn't Jongdae inform me?