make me come alive

part 8

I'm currently sitting in my seat in photography, waiting for Mr.Jeon to enter. He's young for a teacher, only 3 years older than me. Which is kinda weird but awesome at the same time.

The door suddenly swings open. Brown fluffy hair and a pair of bunny teeth peers from behind the door frame.

Mr.Jeon.

"Hello class." He giggles and steps out.

He's adorable.

And hot..... and he damn well knows it.

"Morning." We all chirp.

"There's a slight change in plan today.... the dance department are doing individual performances and need photographers. So Mr.Jung asked me if you guys would like to do it and of course i accepted his offer. So.... the plan is that everyone will be paired up with a student from the dance department and you will all capture their dance routines through your amazing photography." He wiggles his eyebrows.

Great. Now i have to socialise.

"Exciting right? So I need everyone to grab their cameras and we will head down to the dance department together." He claps his hands together then points to the cupboard, to where all the cameras are kept.

Everyone mumbles to one an other, while grabbing a camera each.

I grab my camera and make my way back over to my desk, slinging my backpack over my shoulder. I mentally prepare myself for whats in store.

"Everyone ready?... Lets go!" He walks towards the door, kindly holding it open for us.

"Thank you." I smile and walk into the corridor, tagging along behind everyone else. 

The dance department is across campus so it's a short 5 minute walk to get there. I'm not gonna lie, although i'm hella nervous about the whole situation.... I cant help but feel a little bit excited. I've never been in the dance department before. But, I imagine it smells like sweat and confidence and i dont know how to feel about that.

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We enter the huge grey building and loud music echos throughout the halls.

This sure is the dance department alright.

As we follow Mr.Jeon down the hall, the music gets louder and louder, almost deafening. Some students goof around and shimmy to the blaring music, which makes me giggle because they have horrifyingly bad dance moves.

Its a good thing they chose photography to major in.

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We come to a halt outside a huge window filled dance studio. Bodies can be seen dancing with passion. It gives me goose bumps. They are simply amazing.

"Wait here." Mr.Jeon smiles before opening the door and disappearing amongst the room full of sweaty bodies.

The music gets shut off and the students form into a line, revealing Mr.Joen and Mr.Jung at the front of the class.

We can't hear what their saying which makes me nervous. Mr.Jeon breaks away from Mr.Jung, picking up a tub of what looks like lots of individual pieces of paper.

Taking long strides towards the door, he swings it open with a smile.

"Everyone get into single file, when you enter the studio please take a piece of paper out of this tub and get into a line like the dance majors have... please!"  He makes an okay sign.

Everyone gets into single file and slowly enters the dance studio with a piece of folded paper. I'm the last person to enter so I get the last piece of paper... lets hope i get lucky.

Shuffling to the end of the line i wipe my sweaty palms on the back of my jeans.

"Good morning everyone! So today you will each be paired with a member from the opposite department. Mr.Jeons photography class have kindly volunteered to capture the individual performances. So everyone has a piece of paper right? On the count of 3 please open them and find the person with the same number on. Please note this will be your partner until next semester! Once you find them, stand together and come back to the front for more instructions." Mr.Jung smiles widely with his pearly white teeth.

"Ready? 1..2..3 OPEN!" He shouts.

Loud ruffles is heard as everyone opens their numbered piece of paper.

I open mine and come face to paper with a bold number '7'

I look around the room filled with the unknown faces and look for the matching number.

But I can't see anyone with the same number as me....? This is embarrassing.

After triple checking, I quickly rush to Mr.Jeon.

"Uh Mr.Jeon? I don't have a partner." I look at him with an embarrassed and panic filled face.

"You don't? .... Hold on a second, let me go ask Hoseok- Uh I mean Mr.Jung if anyone's missing." He rushes off.

Mr.Jung comes over to me with his famous smile a few seconds later.

"Miss.Kim i heard you don't have a partner? I forgot that one of my students haven't turned up, how about you-" He gets cut off.

The door swings open revealing an out of breath student.

"Ah Hose- Mr.Jung I'm sorry, there was an incident this morning." A student with blonde hair rushes in.

"Mr.Park I was getting worried. Everything okay?" Mr.Jung pats the student on the shoulder.

The student has a face mask on, so I can only see his brown eyes and blonde hair.

....They look so familiar.

The student 'Mr.Park' stays quiet. But he stares right at me.

"Mr.Park? Everything okay?" Mr.Jung asks concernedly.

"Uh- yeah sorry." He bows politely.

"It's okay, go place your things in the locker room and come back out. You know what I said last week about the photography students coming in and helping us out? Well this is your partner okay? Quickly go put your things away and come to the front with Miss.Kim." Mr.Jung smiles and walks away.

My partner 'Mr.Park' walks away into a room by the side of the studio, which i assume is the locker room.

I wait at the front of the studio where the other students are, talking amongst themselves until the further instructions are given.

I'm checking my camera when i hear a small 'Hello'. I turn around and-

"No way." I whisper under my breath.