"I feel like I'm drowning... But she is the water, and maybe I don't want to be saved. Maybe I want to sink so deeply, deeply in love that there's no chance of coming back up for air. And yet, maybe I already have." - Part XIII
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"Jinsoul-a c'mon!" Yerim says, jumping up and down impatiently. "We're going to be late for practise!"
"Aish!" I grip the sides of my head, my teeth clenched in panic, as I pace around our bedroom.
Yerim grabs my arm and attempts to pull me out of our dorm room.
"I don't know if I can do it Yerim," I say, yanking my arm away to grab my bag. "Maybe I should try doing it another t—,"
"No! You've wanted to do this for such a long time and I've let you put it off long enough. I'm sick of hearing you mope about how you're too afraid to tell her how you feel."
I open my mouth in retaliation, but I know she's right. I do complain about it a lot. I hang my head and slowly plod down the stairs. Yerim rolls her eyes at me, waiting at the door, as I drag my feet sluggishly across the floor. Yerim huffs and stomps her foot, runs back to grab my arm once again, and drags me to practise.
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A few minutes later, Yerim and I arrive that the dance practise room.
"Is she in there?" I ask, nervously standing outside the door.
"Of course she's in there," Yerim says, standing in the doorway looking annoyed.
"Everyone is in there. They're all waiting for us."
Without another word, Yerim turns away and bounces into the room, with me following reluctantly behind.
Time freezes as soon as my eyes land on her. Ha Sooyoung, wearing a tight black crop top, that showed off her perfect abs, and small black shorts. She notices me stopped in my tracks, staring, and gives me a strange look. I shake my head and put my bag on the bench, eager to begin practising the dance for our new comeback.
I watch Sooyoung's movement every chance I get. She's so fucking sexy when she dances, it makes my insides tingle and my heart skip a beat.
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Yerim teases me at break, combing her fingers through her hair the way Sooyoung often does and gives me a wink. "So when are you gonna ask her huh?" she inquires.
"I don't know. Not right now of course," I say. "There's too many people in here, specifically Jiwoo."
"Oh yeah, that's right," Yerim says. "I forgot they're still together. Wait, but if Sooyoung and Jiwoo are still dating, do you even think you have a chance with her Jinsoul?"
I look at her, feeling betrayed and insulted. "It's not about having a chance, Yerim. I just want to get it off my chest."
Now feeling throughly dejected, I spend the rest of practise avoiding both Yerim and Sooyoung's eyes, attempting to focus on my own dancing, but finding myself unable to concentrate.
Maybe Yerim has a point, I think to myself. Maybe I shouldn't bother with any of this. Sooyoung is so happy with Jiwoo, and I wouldn't want to ruin that.
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A/N: Poor Jinsoul :(( This chapter was kind of boring, but I promise the next one will be better! It's gonna have smut.
