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Part Two

Part Two

Practice, practice, practice, that’s all I did these past few days. Although I still feel like something is lacking on the choreography I created myself. I guess I was just too pre-occupied thinking about Jung Yunho, that I wasn’t able to give my all on my original routine.

Win or lose I’m just all about the experience I would gain from the contest.

After 5 hours of practice, I decided to take a break. I jumped on my bed opened my computer and started to browse the internet. While I was occupied by random stuff in the net, a window on my messenger suddenly popped out. It read, “sexyYunho: Hey :)” 

Honestly I felt like my heart stopped for a moment there. I mean, first time I ever experienced that, I was about to get that mini heart attack, just because he messaged me. Oh gosh what is happening to me?

I gathered all my sanity back and typed a short reply, “hey… :D”

‘sexyYunho’ soon answered a, “What’s up?”

I, ‘superJeonjeon’ said, “Just chillin’ from practice.”

Yunho responded, “Wow, superJeonjeon is still practicing? This late?”

“Hey it’s only 1am.”

“That is late.” He insisted.

“Well to me it ain’t.” I answered. Followed by this emoticon, ‘>:D’

He replied to me a, “Why don’t you get some sleep and stop tiring yourself to death, the competition is in a few days. You need to be in good shape, ‘ya know.”

Oh dear my heart just skipped a beat. He’s such a caring friend. Friend… friend… Only a friend.

‘He is just your friend Jeonhee nothing more.’ I thought.

Every time that dawns to me, I get hurt. It’s reality again hitting me right at my face.  

 Before I could type down what I was about to say he ended the conversation, “Alright superjeonjeon gotta go and rest. You sleep too ayt? Goodnight! >:D<” and then he signed off.

Everything happened so fast that I just stared at the computer screen. I didn’t even get the chance to ask him how he was or even say goodnight back.

Sigh. I don’t know if I could keep acting like this forever. I, Jeonhee will be stuck in the friend zone.

~*~*~*~*~

“Hurry up Jeonhee! You don’t want to be late.” My mom shouted across the hall.

“Wait a minute!” I yelled back, as I hurriedly put on my dancing shoes that was hidden in the closet.

After tying my shoe laces I stood up and grabbed my bag on the floor. I ran to my mom who was impatiently standing before the main door.

“Sorry mom I was just putting on my shoes.” I bowed my head.

She opened the door, “Alright, alright let’s just leave now.”

I hopped out our house first then she came after and locked the door. I skipped towards the open gate and noticed a cab waiting for us. Wow, my mom rented a taxi? I thought we were just gonna take the train to get there.

I can’t help but stare at the vehicle when my mom forced me inside, “What are you doing Jeonhee, get in!”

Is it me or is my mom more nervous than I am today?

I tried to make myself comfortable inside the cab but I just couldn’t. I was very restless, it still hasn’t occurred to me that today, is the day of the competition.