《•Freedom•》//▪Kim SeungminFF▪

22

Haneul woke up feeling in a great mood, so she rushed to the bathroom to take a nice warm shower. She used her newly bought products from two days ago when they went shopping.

Refreshed, she made her way to the kitchen downstairs and made herself breakfast. She ate quickly as she was excited for today.

The boys and her decided to use a practice room together and learn some dances. One specific dance they wanted to learn was 'ON' from BTS.

(Yes its been on my head since forever)

Haneul gathered her things as soon as she put away her plates and made her way outside.

When she got out, a strong breeze met her and made her shiver. With a giggle, she locked the doors and proceeded to make her way to the gate.

But she suddenly stopped.

The air suddenly became heavier and stuffy as she felt a creepy chill run down her spine.

She took a deep breath, not wanting anything to ruin a good day like this.

So, she continued to walk with a raised chin, not looking back.

She was so determined on enjoying the nice weather that she didn't glance toward the hedges that blocked the pool.

Even if she had, she wouldn't have seen someone crouching, watching, so thick was the tangle.

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As she reached the company, she couldn't help but have a bad feeling. She felt it from the pit of her stomach.

"It's probably just my anxiety.." she chuckled under her breath.

Haneul greeted the people while she made her way to their designated practicr room. When she reached there, she opened the door and was greeted by a loud messy group.

The boys were playing around; Chan sat by the mirror, laughing as he watched his boys play. Felix, Jisung, Seungmin, and Hyunjin were on the floor, arms locked as Jeongin and Changbin tried to pull them away from each other. Minho quietly facetiming his cats by the corner.

Haneul chuckled a bit at how goofy the boys looked and how it portrayed very well their group name. Her eyes lingered slowly through the boys, watching fondly as she watched them laugh.

But when her eyes reached Seungmin, she stopped. She raised her eyebrows in shock as she, for the first time, saw Seungmin laugh in person.

He was always the type to just stare, to make mocking faces, and to frown. Maybe make the smallest smile.

But now, he looked as if he was the happiest puppy in the whole universe. Haneul didn't even notice she was staring when someone snapped her out from her trance.

"Haneul!" Chan called, his voice booming throughout the whole room.

The boys looked up and stopped their games to check if she was really there.

Seungmin's eyes trailed from the floor, up her body, until they finally locked eyes.

Haneul felt butterflies in her stomach when they did, and it felt as if Seungmin was smiling at her.

But she averted her gaze and looked to the other boys with a smile. "Why wasn't I invited to the fun?" She chuckled and closed the door behind her, throwing her bag over to the couch by the wall.

The boys let go of each other, Minho ending his call, and they all stood up.

"So, warm up with marko-polo?"

(Idek if thats the spelling lol)

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They slumped down to the floor with their messy hairs and sweaty bodies. Everyone panted hard as they chased after their breaths, tired.

They had been learning a lot of dances, most of the time just playing around and making fun of the choreographies for almost 3 hours now.

They were having too much fun that they didn't take breaks in between songs and now they felt drained, like there was no more juice left inside them.

"I'm going for gatorade." Haneul stood up from and fixed her wet from sweat shirt.

"Get us some?" Jisung pleaded with a pout.

Haneul only laughed and nodded as she made her way to the door.

"Uhh.." it was Seungmin. "You need help?"

Haneul turned to look at him over her shoulder. Her gut said to let him join her, but her hormones said to not get too excited.

And so she shook her head and went out.

Did anyone in school ever teach you to not listen to just hormones. Well, unfortunately they didn't.

The hallways were empty when Haneul walked through it to find the vending machine.

How ironic that the silence didn't bring her peace and quiet, but instead it sounded ear-piercing, the lack of sound triggering her anxiety.

Was it just the silence, or something else?

Haneul yet again felt the chill on her back.

Someone was watching, she was sure of it. But who would stalk her inside her uncle's company?

Her first guest was paparazzi. Most of the time, they make distance as they take pictures of their target.

So when Haneul heard footsteps, she knew it was otherwise.

Before she could even say eggs, she was pinned to the wall, a strong grip on her shoulder while one covered her mouth.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she prepared for the impact from the wall to her back, her head hitting it also in the process.

Haneul squirmed and groaned against the person's grip, her shoulder feeling immense  pain.

She could feel him smirking, chuckling lowly as he hovered over her.

"Hey, love."