Oh My K-POP

Chapter 4- Game On.

Chapter 4- Game On.

EUN MI

I didn't want to look sideways, knowing the glass walls separating the two extensions were no help. Right down the back of my head, I knew he was glaring at me. Heading near the window where Yoo Jin stood. Kai came from the opposite direction, standing shoulder to shoulder next to me. Not trying to look obvious at all. He held that position for quite a bit, hearing what he had to say. Both of us tried to keep a short conversation while looking in the opposite direction.

"Nuna. You know that guy's been staring at you for the past hour right? If I were you, I would march right up to him and give him what he wants." He said through his teeth, smiling.

My nose wrinkled, his perverted mind was going a little nuts. "Nasty-ass mind. Hell no. You expect me to march right up to the guy who wants to get his hands around my neck and choke the life out of me? Yeah sure..." I tried to keep walking forward, but he caught hold of my elbow.

His eyes were holding the most sincere look, as if he wasn't even joking. "You thought I was being perverted didn't you." For some reason, he's been serious about things. He wouldn't even want to joke with me anymore. For once in his life, he acted like the adult. I jerked my elbow away so he would let go. He walked away in an instant, and I the same, but in the opposite direction.

"Yoo Jin." I said, startling him from the little daydream. "You alive there buddy?"

"Ne." holding both arms open, "Just sad that my dongsaeng didn't give me my hug."

I went on my toes, giving him a little pinch on the cheek, while collapsing into his embrace. "Yoo Jin, I hope nothing goes bad to our friendship." He smiled after, dragging me along to sit on the piano.

"Then play." Smiling as he picked up the electric guitar and strummed the G minor chord. Looking over at my brother, Kai already knew the drill. His hands were already maneuvered all over the music buttons, DJ it up with the rest of the song. Afterwards, he took a seat on his 'special chair' and hit the sticks against the set.

His passion for the drums seemed to always be there, and he loved to bang around a couple times when he is letting off some steam. Just like me; I guess it runs in the family? I laughed as he gave me a little face, signifying the start of the music. Young Ah enjoyed being in her own little world when it came to bass, she would harmonize with me. Then the music began.

"I hate this love song; I hate this love song..." We all ended up flowing into the music, but acoustically we joined together without the instruments and let the choreography do its job.

JI WOO

My eyes were dead locked onto that girl that stood behind the glass walls. I wanted so badly to run up to her and give her a slap. But I know it wouldn't be the most civil thing to do. That Baekbo- err Baekho person, seems to talk and talk, and to me, the most civil thing to do is block him out. He seemed to drift away in the back of my mind, while my group just seemed to get more and more interested. Who the hell does he think he is? Focusing on that one girl, by now she should feel the evil looks I'm giving her. Then there she goes talking to that boy almost identical to her, the one with the slightly blonde streaks that dissolved into his straight black hair, hanging low across the side of his face. Were they talking about me?

"Pay attention!" A sneaker went smack down onto my legs that were spread out in front of me. I bit my tongue.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?" Was I really going to pick a fight with the director? Oh yeah I was. Well... Tried. "Don't make me press charges on you! I'm a superstar!"

He looked down on me stupidly. "Go ahead. See if I care." Then he walked back towards the front of the class. Damn. Looks like I lost. Baekho one Ji zero. "Thank your fellow leader for not paying attention. Fifty push-ups, now!"

All of the members groaned, they were pissed off at me. "Thanks a lot hyung." Kim Tae scoffed, shaking his head a bit.

"But director, I don't even think I can do ten push-ups. How the hell am I supposed to do fifty?!" Hyun Ki sprawled on floor, whining like a little baby.

"I guess all of you might just have to make it to sixty! Again, thank your member everybody." Hyun Ki mumbled unintelligibly under his breath, while positioning himself to start a push-up.

I heard an aisii from Kim Tae, again shaking his head. "Thanks a lot hyungs. Damn. Sweat is bad for my hair."

The satisfaction in Baekho's voice was angering. "Is that talking I hear? Let's make it seventy!"

"AYYY!" We all said, starting to ache before even starting one.

"Let's make it eighty!" Shit. He was really trying us. I hope nobody makes a sound. Nobody did. Zip.

We all ended. Panting hard, trying to crawl our way towards the door when the director wasn't looking. My arms were aching, along with me chest and abdominals. We were all in pain. Squealing every second I try to fuss around. My one-sided hair was drenched with sweat. I looked over at Tae and his faux seemed to dissolve down, his gel wearing off. It was a hot mess; knowing that his hair was in more pain than he really was. Everybody else looked exhausted. I groaned as I tried to lay down. My hands rested at my sides, while letting the sweat to run down on the cold floor.

Then a sound came from the extension two feet from me. Music? Wait no, it was a familiar song. No. It was T.O.P.'s song. I listened quietly as they went over the chorus, first on their instruments then started singing along the way on their choreography. Turning my head, the stepping of feet seemed to me in place of the song. Their own choreography, singing along to the chorus with their leader, Eun Mi.

After the song ended, oblivious to my actions, my eyes were closed. Dazed from the music that seemed to revive me in another way, theirs had contained something different from ours. What was it? Then they just resumed with endless talking.

"Dinner!" Baekho sounded, as everybody struggled to get up. I felt sore all the way to my head. The muscles on my abdominals seemed to burn while bending upward. The whole room was filled with grunts and pain. Just the plain old soreness. From the other side, I could hear the little giggles.

I couldn't help myself. "Laughing at our pain huh?" I yelled over so they could hear.

"Great job by the way! You guys worked hard." Eun Mi yelled back, but didn't seem to look over. She was stuffing a bunch of papers into a folder on the black and white piano. I couldn't help but get the feeling that that meant sorry.

"Komoa." I answered. There was also this gut feeling that told me she was being sincere, or maybe it was just the soreness talking. From tonight, all I felt was to stay still and leave things alone. For now.