The Player // Baekhyun's FF [EN]

13. Dance instructor

~~~ Lay - Monodrama ~~~

Dee was sitting on the hard parquet floor, crossing her legs and pretending to stretch. She was staring at her reflection in the big wall sized mirror, seeing her own blank expression, with flushed cheeks.

She was alone in a dance studio. It wasn't the one she usually have her dance class in. This one was in different room, in different level of the building on top of that.

She was about to start her private class, which was promised to her by Jake. She didn't know who volunteered or, more likely who was forced to do it, but so far she was waiting for him to appear, while dying inside.

It was exactly a week since the unfortunate event happened and she was still burning in rage. She curled her fingers in little balls, trying to contain the feeling of need, to kick someone's ass. The problem was, that even if she had the chance, she was sure, she wouldn't be able to look into his eyes. If she did, she would be embarrassed and lost her temper, like she did that night.

After his performance of madness he pulled her back inside of the SM  building, at that point she was still in shock, so she wasn't able to think or do anything, than to follow him to underground level, where he put her inside his car and drove her home.

In the car she was finally coming to her senses, replaying the incident, over and over in her head.

Did it actually happen?

She turned her head, to see him focused on the driving, her eyes landed on his slightly open pink lips, being convinced that she is going crazy. Dee raised her hand and pressed it against her chest, where her heart was doing all sort of stuff.

She liked the sensation of his soft lips on her forehead, how simply it sounded, it was true and her body reaction didn't lie.
When she got over the first hyped stage of her state and the adrenaline slowly faded away from her bloodstream, she started to recall where the whole disaster started.

She remembered determination and his words. The payback time, they both came for? What does that even mean and why does it contain her, being dragged in front of all the people with cameras and him kissing her? Is this really just a game to him? Does it bring him pleasure to destroy someone's life? Because that was exactly how it felt like when it all sank in and she realised all what has occurred tonight.

It was his revenge, not hers. He must have planned it. That was the only way she could explain his weird behaviour. One minute he was all smiling and teasing, and then changing in to cunning man, with plan.

She looked at him again. This time with anger raising inside her.

"Was this all planned, from the moment you allegedly bumped into me in London?" she whispered, but not enough quietly for him not to hear it. She saw his jaw clench, supporting her suspicion. He stayed silent, licking his dry lips.

"I don't know what is it between him and you, that you dragged me into it, but you can't just do whatever you want! Oh damn it... Tomorrow I will be all over the news! You jerk... What have you done!" while she was speaking, the reality completely sat on her, making her increase the volume of her voice. If he wasn't driving right now, she would probably hit him.

"I did it for you as well," he finally opened his mouth to talk, but not helping her temper to calm down. Quite the opposite. She didn't care about the sincerity he said it with, after what he did, she didn't trust it.

"You did, didn't you. Then how come I feel that consequences of your acting will only affect me in the worst way?!" she whispered, her voice shaking, as she tried to remain calm.