Dance For Me

Chapter 8

She can't feel the sweat dripping from her body nor the throbbing ache in her muscles. Chaeyeon continue to dance, repeating the choreo for probably her tenth time since Sakura had left. Even though the woman wouldn't be able to come to her dance presentation, she promised to bring healthy amounts of food to Chaeyeon. She won't be eating at the cafeteria for a few days and Chaeyeon is elated. Anyone would be elated when fed by Sakura.

Chaeyeon didn't the notice the door open neither the voice of Momo greeting her. Eunbi followed behind Momo and immediately walked over to the speaker. She pressed the stop and it took a few seconds for Chaeyeon to quit dancing.

"Killing yourself again? Want me to call, Sakura?" Eunbi's tone held no joke and Chaeyeon instantly scrambled to her.

"Don't. Please. I'm going to take a break right now."

"Ooh, that's our Eunbi-unnie," said Momo, stretching with a teasing smile.

"I also have someone to call for you, Momo, don't start." Eunbi showed her phone in a way a serial killer would hold a knife. She sent a pointed glance at both Chaeyeon and Momo before beginning her own stretching.

Chaeyeon sat down, wiped her sweat off, and watched them from the side. A while later, she got bored watching the two do the same routine they've done a hundredth times before. Her mind drifted over Sakura. The almost kiss left her awake at night, she did her best to cover up the dark circles beneath her eyes this morning. Then, Sakura was more affectionate than usual that Chaeyeon can't help but notice. She was certain she could have easily wiped the smudge on her face by herself without Sakura wiping it gently with a napkin, lingering on her lips (where the smudge was nowhere near) and then planting a kiss on her cheek after.

Her face heated at the extra attention. No way she'll bring it up and admit that she actually secretly likes it.

Sakura was the same as ever. She didn't change one bit. Still caring and gentle. Being a hyped kid, Chaeyeon always get herself hurt a lot. She remembered Sakura holding her hand through the pain as her grandmother treat her wound. And when it was cleaned and protected by the band aid, Sakura would place a gentle kiss that was almost phantom. She remembered Sakura being her hardest goodbyes and her favorite hellos. She remembered loving the feeling of being admired from the awed look of Sakura as she watches Chaeyeon dance. She remembered Sakura. The girl she spent her most precious time with through out her whole three years of childhood in Japan.

A fool she was for lying, but she's not only a fool, she's also scared. What if Sakura doesn't remember me? What if she doesn't have any recollection at all? The last thing she would want to do is weird out her friend away. Sakura's too precious to risk their friendship for such simple thing. I remembered we were childhood friends, so what? Sakura doesn't have to know.

Chaeyeon jumped to her feet. "I'll refill my jug," she said even though her jug was barely empty. She needed some air. She took her jug and walked out of the studio. She made her way to the mini garden with a small water fountain surrounded by benches. The early sun shining against her skin, warming her from cold of the morning. She sat down and breathed deeply with her eyes closed. She suddenly crave a hot chocolate and decided to buy one at the cafe near the school.

Stepping inside the cafe, she recognized a friend of hers. Han Jisung. He also majors in dance though they're not that close to the point of talking to each other everyday. He brightened upon noticing her.

"Yah, Lee Chaeyeon, good morning."

"Good morning, Jisung." Chaeyeon stepped beside him on the line. The cafe is silent with only a few sleepy customers present. She scanned the board for the hot choco she was craving when Han nudged her.