Pretty Boy

8

When I woke up, I was not up to leaving my bed. I was still exhausted from being with my brother till late. After I had taken my little nap on my brothers back, I had to take a shower and start my facial routine. I finally got into my bed at like 2:30 and had to turn right around and wake up at an insane hour. Yay trainee life... am I right?

After heading to the dance room, I started choreographing to an American song, "Problem." The dance I choreographed was technical and I didn't have any breaks to breath. I even decided to insert a sexy floor routine. By the time I was done choreographing I could've filled a pool with my sweat. I was just happy that today I had some time to myself so I could get ready for my evaluations. The dance took me 3 hours to choreograph in a way where I would able to perform confidently, knowing the dance was balanced enough to impress. When choosing how I performed I decided to sing with the track. Thank you, Mom and Dad, for having me live in America for four years and for making me learn English.

I was a little past halfway done with my run through with vocals when someone walked in. I finished the song up then turned around to the boy, "What's up Ten?"

"I'm not familiar with that choreography. Did you choreograph all of that? By yourself?"

"Yes, I was a top contender with Shin Ryujin for my dance skills when I was at JYP. The only reason I allowed her to stay above me in dance is that I wanted the main vocal position." 

"You can sing too?"

"You did walk in on me singing and rapping to the track," I stated matter-of-factly. Ten's jaw dropped on the floor.

"I thought that was a recording. Did you swallow a cd or something?" He was still shocked, but he slowly got over it to joke around with me.

"I was expected to be a main vocal in JYP," I replied. "But look what good that did for me. I'm not even expected to be on a debuting team here."

Ten just looked at me, confused. He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it, then closed it.

"You're going to catch flies," I told him.

He looked at me puzzled, "You haven't even had your first evaluation so there is no possible way you could be considered for a debuting team."

"Say what you will," I sighed. "The vocal coach may think I'm good, but the dance teacher thinks I suck."

"Then the dance teacher needs to learn a thing or two because what you just did not 'suck' in any way or form," I was taken aback by his compliment as I was not used to affirmation. Usually, my coaches and teachers would give me approving looks, but I usually was not flat out told that I was good at anything except for by my close trainee friends. I was not close to Ten, just acquainted due to my brother.

"Thank you, I think," I giggled. I was proud. I looked behind the boy at the doorway. I saw someone in the doorway hiding, but I don't know who. If I didn't get back to dancing now then I would be wasting too much time, but how do you tell your senior that he needs to help or go. I didn't want to be rude, but I really needed to practice. "Did you want to help me with any of the moves? I kinda need to get back to my practice."

Ten contemplated for a second, "Sure, I have like 30 minutes before I need to report to practice. Run through the dance one more time so I can see what needs to be fixed." I obeyed him, turning on the music and facing the mirror. I started my dance routine, this time not singing as to save my voice for lessons later. I must've only been halfway through when I see the hiding person by the door move a little out of my eye. The face seemed to be familiar... was that Taeyong? My peripheral vision must be playing tricks on me. Weird.

Hi ya'll, thank you for reading my story. Per usual, I am sorry for not updating on time. I might be struggling to update on time (yet again) soon as I am heading into testing. As always comment, vote, and share with your friends. I'm always really happy when I get comments as my favorite part of Wattpad is looking through comments when I am reading a story. Love ya'll! ~Bella Banana