Nervous Dream

Seven

Being a rookie hadn't been as hard as Sette had imagined. On the third day of the rookie-life, they were just told to practice a random dance for a given song.

"Ah eonnie, I'm so tired. Watch out if someone comes, I'm gonna have a quick nap."

Sette warns Jaehee before settling herself on the floor for a little nap. They were supposed to practice a dance for a song of Girls' Generation and were pretty much done, and already running out of breath.

"Nae" Jaehee smiles at her little sister.

As Sette falls asleep so fast Jaehee stands on her feet and moves herself to the music. She liked the freedom dancing gave her and the feeling it gave her, she closes her eyes and lets the music flow through her ears and moves her body to the rhythm. Suddenly... her movements are put on hold and her eyes roll to the glass wall of the practice room. Through it she sees the three males, taking the walk, talking with each other through the hallway.

Jaehee eyes the first guy who is tall enough and handsome, yet carries a rude face. He wore a cap covering his head and didn't seem to be interested in what others were talking about. Jaehee couldn't hear anything but he gave her a feeling of a known. She slowly walks to the glass wall eyeing the first guy, still. There was something about him that she knew, but couldn't really remember. He leaves the hallway with one of the other two males and Jaehee suddenly snaps back to reality. The last guy stays there, looking at the glass wall which was a mirror to his side, he starts making his hair off. Stroking it from the back and the sides, he observes his own flawless face.

Jaehee takes a step back from the guy. He was familiar, more familiar than any other. The pain she felt surrounding her heart was so sudden and keen. She felt as if someone was stabbing her right through her heart. A trail of tears move down her cheeks as she sets her gaze at the blonde haired guy , still trying to make himself look good. She blinks at him and takes her slow steps to him ...... Slowly raising her hand she touches his porcelain white face. She wasn't able to explain what it was about him. All she can figure out was the pain he was giving her,it was tearing her inside out. Fighting the tears rolling down her cheeks, she raises her hand and palms her chest, trying to ease the pain. Her body grows weaker by the second.

"You..." she mouths. As much as she wanted to know who he was, she wanted to scream and tell him to go away. 

"Who are you ?" She mouths.

"What are you doing to me ?"