Satzu - Backup dancer [COMPLETED]

seventh chapter

Tzuyu POV:

Is this how romantic relationships are supposed to be? Great in the beginning, but mostly hurtful? If so, I should consider myself lucky to only have had one relationship. Even though we were a couple for only one day, my heart feels like it's fragmented in about one million pieces.

"Tzuyu, you are so stupid!" I offend myself and slam the door behind me as I enter the common room for backup dancers. Gladly, nobody is there. 

I find myself in one of the corners of the room, hugging my legs with my arms and look outside the window, emotionless. The snowfall got stronger since yesterday. The fluffy ice crystals dance their own choreography, floating, until they reach the windowsill to quietly lay on. It looks like those snowflakes are cuddling with each other. 

I am deep in thoughts, consequently I don't realize a girl coming inside, until she clears her throat and stands directly in front of me. The girl is a bit shorter than I am, pretty and has cute, bunny like front teeth. I know her by sight, but never exchanged more than a few words with her. Her name is Im Nayeon, I guess. 

"What's wrong?" her voice sounds honestly worried. 

"Why do you care? We are not like friends or something." I keep on, staring out of the window. I am clearly not in the mood for talking. 

"Suit yourself. I was just interested in the reason, why you are sitting here, looking like a crying zombie." Nayeon looks like she isn't in the mood for nice conversations neither. 

"Thank you. Such a compliment." I answer sarcastically. 

"You should do something about your face, honestly. It looks... puffed and red. Looks like you have the crisis of your Life. Whatever... I'll leave you then if you don't want to talk..." Nayeon turns around and is about to depart. 

Shit. I shouldn't have acted that rude towards her. The longer I think about it, the better seems the idea of changing concert acts with somebody for today. So I wouldn't have to look into Sana's beautiful, dark eyes at the performance. Nayeon could dance at Sana's solo stage and I could do Nayeon's part. Perfect plan. 

"Nayeon, stop. Would you do me a favor?" My voice must have sounded desperately, because Nayeon freezes and faces me again. 

"Why should I care? We are not like friends or something." She repeats the phrase, I said to her only a few seconds ago. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to be rude. Could you... just help me, please? I need you to replace me at Sana's Solo stage today. It's very important." I sigh at the thought of facing Sana again. 

"Why don't you want to dance with her? She's cute as hell. Too sad she's with Mina now." 

Since I only answer her statement with silence, Nayeon sits down and pats my back. Normally I'm not a person who opens up to other people easily, but right now it feels good to tell Nayeon everything about Sana's and my relationship. 

"ok. That sucks. But still no." The girl beside me looks at me with pity. 

"Eh? What do you mean with no?" I ask confused. 

"I won't replace you at the performance with Sana." 

"Why not? I'm not in the state for talking to her." My eyes fill with tears again. 

"Stop drowning in self-pity. Go and move your ass back to Sana and talk to her. Let her explain!" Nayeon helps me to stand up and pushes me lightly into the exit direction. 

"Nayeon!" I whine. 

"Tzuyu. If one day you don't have any friends, I know why. You need to be confident and brave to survive in a world like this. Just like me." Nayeon flips her hair and glares at me. 

"And if one day you don't have friends, I know why. Maybe you need to be confident, but not too full of yourself." I glare at her. "and you need to be nice to other people to survive in world a like this. Just like me." I copy the stupid hairflip, she did before. 

"First of all I do have many friends and secondly you aren't nice neither." Nayeon defenses herself. 

Suddenly we both start laughing about our unnecessary discussion. 

"Thank you for taking my mind off the sad breakup . Does my face really look that bad, by the way?" I mumble with a reconciliate voice. 

"You look still gorgeous, if it's that what you mean." I smile at her thankfully and Nayeon hugs me. She reminds me of an older sister. 

"I'll go then, unnie." I am almost in the hallway when I remember something. As I am behind the door I say loudly, for Nayeon to her: "I bet you look like a zombie with a red and puffy face as well, when you're crying." She answers with a contemptuous snort.