hers | l.ty ✔️

14

I was stuck in between the two, Taeyong on one side and Mark on the other as we were on a wooden creaky bridge with barely anything underneath us. The paint on the wood was chipping away and the fire under us roared with its flames, terrifying me. But I knew what this dream was about so clearly.

I had to pick between the two of them.

The choice is so hard as they both had their pros and cons, yet I had always seen Mark more as a friend than a lover and Taeyong had never shown much interest in me in that way until last night. 

I was still shaking from how sudden it was and personally, I didn't know how to react at all to it. Should I have even ran away? 'Choose' came a big booming voice from somewhere around in this own personal hell.

My voice was mute and I couldn't say anything, I couldn't refuse to choose. I looked between the two of them and yet my feet couldn't move. I could only move either of my arms to point towards my choice of who I wanted. How would I ever know who I wanted if I didn't know myself? 

A tear slipped from my eyes as I closed them tightly, opening them after a few moments. I knew who I wanted. How could I say it? There was no possible way how I could say it. Saying it would be like admitting my deepest and darkest secrets to myself.

My eyes were forced open as my head snapped to the side and stared into the familiar dark eyes that I greeted so kindly. I chose him.

I chose Taeyong.

I jolted awake due to my alarm and groaned loudly, what did that dream mean? I had no clue but all I knew was that I needed to get to the dance rehearsal before I'm late and get in even more trouble than I already am in. 

I got out of my bed and threw on a sports bra and a pair of leggings, putting a hoodie over it so that I'm not completely exposed when I walk out of the door. I grabbed a pair of my comfortable trainers.

My phone was fully charged, thank god. Making sure that I got my keys and phone on the way out, I locked the front door behind me and began the walk towards the dance studio. The rehearsal began at 1pm and it's 12:54. I'm going to be late if I don't walk faster. I picked up my pace and began to jog, which eventually turned into a quick run. I made my way down the street and went faster and faster so I could reach the place in time.

By the time I had arrived it was 1:03. Not too bad if I am honest, I could've been much later. As I walk into the usual studio the boys aren't even here. So, I can't get in trouble due them not even being here in the first place. I walked over to the speaker and plugged the aux chord into my phone as I put on a random song and began to dance to it, trying to get in the mood for what I was about to do. I was so sucked in by how it felt to dance again that I didn't feel 18 pairs of eyes staring at me and by the time I had noticed, I'd completed the choreography to two songs.

"Y/n, that was great!" Shouted Jisung over the music. I fell over and onto my back as I turned and stared at them, they were laughing at my reaction. Nobody was even coming to help me or to see if I was okay. Ouch. My feelings are wounded. "Don't sound so surprised y/n, you were late so we just went over into another room and watched other people practise. Then our manager said that you were in here and we just decided to watch you instead of disturbing." Jaehyun shrugged.

I am late. They were here before me. Crap.

Just what I needed on my first day of being their new dance choreographer. For all we know I could be getting fired on the spot in a mind by the manager now. "Y/n." Came a stern voice from behind the boys. They parted and a man came from behind them. "You are being required to stay in their dorms with them. I can't allow for you to be late again. This will come into effect starting today, understood?" His aura held a certain type of authority, I felt a lump forming in my throat and all I could do was nod at him.

This mean that I'll be forced to live with the boys and that means I'll have to live with Taeyong. But how can I do that after what had happened yesterday? It's just embarrassing. The man left the room and it was quickly enveloped into a wave of silence. I could feel his eyes on me, they bore holes into my soul and it hurt. I didn't like the tension in the room.

The sudden outburst if music coming through the speaker cut the tension with a knife. Mark had put on the song we're supposed to be practising today. All of the boys except from Taeyong went towards the dancing space and got straight to practising. My eyes stayed trained on them as they danced, focusing on the way their bodies moved to the beat.

I barely noticed as someone walked behind me and stood staring down at me. Their eyes never moved from the back of my head. I was completely oblivious from their presence until they grabbed my arm and spun me around to face them. 

His familiar dark eyes looked sadly into mine. He didn't look like he had even gotten much sleep the night before. "Y/n. We need to talk." His voice was raspy and colder than I had ever heard on him.

He dragged me out of the dance studio and far away from anyone so they couldn't hear us.

If only I could've prepared myself for what happened next.