Dear Diary...

Practice Room Fun

< Yeri POV >

Finally, we don't have anything scheduled for today. I've been so tired lately due to staying up late, practicing every night and all music shows we attend. It's already noon, but everyone is still in bed. No, they aren't sleeping, they just haven't gotten up from their position since they got up. Since others will be out, I'm heading down to the practice room so I can practice alone. I like practicing alone. It helps me to concentrate on my breathing and I don't have to worry about anyone telling me I'm not trying hard enough.

I put on my practicing clothing and grab my bag from the closet. I look at Joy, she's still sleeping. Everyone else is still in bed. I quietly leave the bedroom, careful not to make any noise. I slip into the kitchen and set my bag down quietly onto the counter. I opened the fridge to find it empty. I sigh and grab my water bottle from the cabinet.

With my now filled water bottle, I walk out of the dorm with my bag.

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Opening the door to the practice room, I see it empty. "Good, I have it to myself." I set my bag down in the corner and go up to the wall mirror. Brushing my hair through, I run my fingers through my hair and use the hair tie on my wrist to put it up into a bun. "I really hope you stay-"

I gently pat my cheeks, "Okay Yeri, time to wake up." I shake my head a little and turn on the music to Peek a Boo.

A half an hour passes. I'm now laying down on the floor exhausted. "It's only been a half an hour. Why am I tired?" I sigh and cover my face.

"I don't know. Maybe you need a rest." A male voice is heard.

I uncover my eyes and see Jungkook looking down at me. I widen my eyes and cover my mouth. "I'm sorry, I thought I was the only one in here."

He chuckles when he sees I'm embarrassed and reaches out an arm. I grab him arm and get up. "I thought you didn't have anything scheduled today. Why are you practicing?"

"I should be asking why you are here so early."

"Hey, I asked you first." I sigh then go over to the wall and sit down. He joins me.

"I don't want to be talked to when we practice together. Sometimes, our manager comes in, saying we aren't working hard enough and we need to be putting in hours and hours of practice more." I grab my water bottle, out of breath and quickly take a sip before I continue, "Since it's our manager, we have to show him how much we have been improving. But, I guess he can't see our progress."

I rest my arms on my bent legs while holding my water bottle. I feel his gaze and look at him. "You're not doing it for your enjoyment or for self accomplishment?"

"Well, a little bit of it is fun and accomplishment, but most of it is so I don't get yelled at again."

"That's a shame. You shouldn't be told that you aren't doing well. You need support. You need to be lifted up so that every time something good happens, you will do the same later on."

"That's not how our managers are here." I rest my head on the wall and take another sip of water. "And I can't talk back, they would pull me out of promotions for the next comeback."

"That's messed up. I wish I could help you, but I'm not under this entertainment." I nod and set my water bottle down on the ground. "But, that doesn't mean I can't help you improve on your dancing." He stands up and leans against the wall.

I quickly turn my head to face him. "Really? You would help me?" He nods with a warm smile. "But, you don't know the dance moves."

"I can still encourage you. Plus, I've seen your performance at MAMA."