How To Kiss A Boy//Kim Jun Kyu

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"You're back!" Insoo didn't look behind her, already being to recognize the voice. The boy behind her pouted, poking her sides, which she had no reaction to. "Hey, look at me!" 

"Didn't I tell you to leave me alone, Ilhoon?" Ilhoon smiled sheepishly, like he always did. He rubbed the nape of his neck, standing there with her in the empty room. Insoo unpacked her bag, getting ready for her four hour self dance session. He didn't respond to her question and instead took a seat right beside her. 

"Oh, were you the one who booked this room?" He took out his phone when she didn't respond. "Ah, I have to get to work. See you around, Insoo-ah." 

Ilhoon left the room quicker than Insoo anticipated, not that she didn't want him to leave. Letting out a sigh of relief, she began thinking about what dance she should practice. "Left to Right?" She asked herself, turning on the practice room computer and plugging in a flash drive. "Or maybe Fun..."

Once deciding on a song, she turned up the volume and got into position. "Woo ah woo ah woo ah yeah~" She sang quietly along with it, a small smile reaching on her lips. Insoo had always loved the feeling of dancing; it didn't matter if she had an audience or not. It wasn't her dream originally, she honestly would've never gotten into dancing, but of course, something made that change. 

She bowed, finishing the choreography, a satisfied smile on her face. "That was great!" A male voice complimented her, his claps sounding in the now quiet practice room. Insoo turned to her left, looking at the stranger. "Ah, sorry for barging in but I thought we were using the same room as we did yesterday."

Insoo didn't say anything, staring at the man. He seemed like he was in his early thirties. Round glasses framed his bright brown eyes, his light brown colored hair swooped to the side. He wore a black suit, the boy tie a bit crooked. "I'm Kim Junhee, it's nice to meet you..."

"Insoo," She looked down at his hand, taking it into hers for a firm handshake. "my name is Insoo."

"Yes, nice to meet you Insoo!" Junhee smiled kindly, dimples showing proudly on his face. "I am one of the directors for Haneul Boys Academy." He waited for Insoo to have a reaction, but she didn't, at least physically she didn't. As she kept her blank face, she was panicking on the inside. She watched him pull out a card from his blazer, handing it to her. Taking it with both hands, she looked at it. 

"We had only met a few talented boys out of the hundred we met yesterday," He started, "it would be nice if you could be one of the few boys for today, Insoo sshi." Her breath hitched, coughing soon after from shock. 

"Excuse me?" Insoo asked in disbelief, staring up at the man. Junhee laughed loudly, smiling brightly as he looked down at her, or him considering he thought she's a boy. 

"Follow me into the next room so I can introduce you to the other directors and some of the students, I'm sure they'll love to have a student like you." Junhee took his hand out, waiting for her to set her hand in his as a sign of her approval, but she only stood there in bewilderment. 

"Please Insoo!" The boy pleaded from behind Junhee, lacing his fingers together as he fell onto his knees. "For me!"

"No!" Insoo spoke rather loudly, causing Junhee to flinch. He looked at her weirdly, noticing that she was looking behind him. Curious, he turned around to look at what she was looking at, but saw nothing. 

"Excuse me?" Insoo turned to look at Junhee, ears turning pink when she realized how weird she must seem. She heard the boy laugh. 

"Oh uhm - no, I mean, yes I-I-" The boy hit her shoulder, making Insoo flinch. 

"Please~~" The boy pleaded loudly in her ears, aggravating her. 

"Damn it, fine, so shut the hell up Insoo," She muttered to herself, but Junhee caught it. Even upon hearing and noticing her strange behavior, he didn't say anything and instead waited for her response. "Uhm...sure, I-I'll try."

"Great! Follow me to the next room then, Insoo sshi!" She never thought she would ever regret a decision she'd make but here she is, regretting it instantly.