Yeosang's point of view
She stares at me as if she's having an internal battle with herself, she frowns before shaking her head.
Cina: No.
Me: Then why have you been acting so distant lately?
She shrugs, glancing down at her nails as if they're the most interesting thing in the world. An agitated sigh leaves my lips.
Subspace, she went into her subspace.
Cina: I want to see daddy.
I nod not wanting to upset the girl any further. Seonghwa opens the door giving me a confused look once he sees her sad face.
He sets her up in the living room with her favorite snacks and movie. We go into the kitchen and he hands me a beer.
Seonghwa: What happened?
Me: I asked her if she liked me and she shut down.
He giggles.
Seonghwa: Of course she did, she's trying to convince herself that she doesn't. But if she did confess what would that do?
I raise an eyebrow.
Seonghwa: All I ask is that you think about this arrangement thoroughly. I don't want her feelings getting hurt Sang.
I sigh, he's right.
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Giselle's point of view
My eyes flutter open and I groan, shit my head hurts. I scan my surrounds and notice I'm inside of Wooyoung's room.
Lord I hope I didn't say or do anything dumb. My feet carries me into the hallway and down the stares. Two guys known as YangYang and Ten wave at me as I walk pass the living room and into the kitchen.
Wooyoung: Morning.
He passes me a cup of tea and I smile.
Me: What happened last night?
Wooyoung: You did a little drinking and came over here looking for San. Then proceeded to vent and cry until you threw up.
I frown.
Me: That's so embarrassing, God I'm sorry Woo.
He shrugs, I look at the clock and sigh.
Me: I have to be to work in two hours, I should get going.
Wooyoung: Take care okay?
Me: You too.
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All I want is to sleep, I've burned myself three times in the span of five minutes. Coffee isn't keeping me awake and these customers are making me cranky.
My eyes land on the all too familiar boy and I smile, he doesn't.
Me: You look like you've had a rough night.
Yeosang: So do you, what's in your hair?
My eyes widen once I pull a wrapper from my tangled nest of a hair. I begin to make his regular order and he thanks me.
Me: Honestly you looked stressed, why?
Yeosang: Doesn't matter.
Me: If it bothers you of course it matters.
He sips his coffee not saying anything.
Me: Us baristas are good listeners, legend has it we give the best advice.
Yeosang: Said who?
Me: Said me.
He smiles before chuckling.
Yeosang: Have a good day Giselle.
Me: You too Yeosang.
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Saelee's point of view
I begin to pace back and forth not knowing how to start this conversation. Jongho walks in from visiting his mom, he looks at me with an odd expression before kissing my cheek.
Me: Let's move here!
His eyes widen.
Jongho: What?
Me: Let's move back to Korea, we can find a new dancing school here. That way we can be closer to our friends and families.
He eyes me skeptically.
Jongho: As amazing as that sounds I feel like there's an underlying reason.
Me: Excuse me?
Jongho: You're trying to prove to yourself you can live here without caring about San. You're trying to prove that you're over him.
I shake my head.
Me: Not every decision I make is because of him!
Jongho: Now say that without crying.
He wipes my tear away and I sigh, damnit.
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btw voting isn't over shjddj anything can change.
how are you guys today?
