Reaching The Top[2pm Junho FANFIC]

Chapter 9: Coincidence

Chapter 9: Coincidence?

"Junho?" 

We stared at each other, Jackson the only thing separating us. No words shared through us, just an awkawrd silence. The silence was killing me. And probably Jackson as well.

"Um... guys?" Jackson was the one that broke the silence. "Look I know it's been a while since we've seen each other, but... come on," he awkwardly laughed, still feeling a slight bit of tension inbetween us, not even a knife would be able to slice through the tension created in such a short time. "Just chill guys," he laughed, throwing an arm around JunHo's shoulders.

"Um... yeah," I nodded.

JunHo simply turned his head away from me ignoring me completely. 

"Well, okay, we must be going, see you around An, hopefully," he smiled at me, winked and walked off. His arm still around JunHo's shoulder. He didn't even turn around to look at me. 

And then I stood there, alone. Nothing moved in the silent hallway. All I could hear was my heavy breathe. Flashbacks of that night raced through my mind. My soul feeling crushed, the self-created tensiontrauma breaking me apart. 

"AnAn?" A sweet voice called down the hallway. 

I turn around to face the voice. It's MiSun. 

"You okay?" Not being able to control my body I run towards her and then confine her within my arms. Not wishing to let her go. Needing the comfort I push my head into her neck for the second time this day. MiSun stands there, paralized. Not sure what to do in this situation. 

"Hey, AnAn what's wrong?" I shake my head, not wanting to expose my sins. 

That night should never had have happened. 

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"1 and a  2 and a 3 and a 4, turn, twist, click click, bang!" the whole group follows the male standing infront of the room. He looks in the mirror reviewing all our styles. His face frowns when his eyes land on me. 

He turns around and walks up to me, the frown implanted on his face. 

"And you are doing... what exactly?" He looks me up and down, clearly judging me. 

I try not to show any hurt on my face, putting in effort to keep a straight face. All I do is look at the floor not saying a word, thinking: I tried my best.  

"What you're doing is not proper dancing, that's not even childrens basic's that you don't know," he lets out a long, deep sigh. Obviously frustrated. I only aplolgise and bow my head. I can feel everyone's eyes on me. The shame multiples. "Well there's nothing I can do about that , I'll just try and get you a private instructor," he pushed his face on his palm. "It will take a while, but I'll find someone," 

I nod, "Thank you, I'm sorry for causing trouble," he just nodded and walked back to the front if the calss. 

I feel a patting on my back. I look over my shoulder and see MiSun looking at me with a concerned look on her face. 'You okay?' she mouths. I nod back at her, giving her a small smile, although not genunine, still better than nothing. 

She smiles, but I can tell she knows it's not a real one. She then looks away from me and towards the chogreographer. 

I follow her lead and look at him as well, trying hard to copy his moves exactly. Though it doesn't really go to plan. 

Whenever we all twist, I end up falling over onto my butt. Whenever we flick our arms I, somehow, end up hitting myself in the head. Or whenever we do anything that revolves around moving with a certain beat, I end up hitting myself or falling on the floor. I'm that bad.