Street Dancing

Chapter 5 | Debut MV & Ice Cream

Sup, peeps. Ignore that, but anyways, this is already chapter five. If you didn't noticed, I update as frequently as I can. I usually edit the stories right before I publish, but I typically finish very early in the morning and I might be sort of out of it. Therefore, I apologise for any mistakes you see! ^7^

◌ Chapter 5 ◌

I looked at my now bleeding fist, the skin scraped and burning. "That hurts, doesn't it?" I herd a voice ask, and I flew around to face a familiar person.

"Yoonji?"

I looked at him confused, before dumbly hiding my hand behind my back.

"Aigoo.. Yah, pabo! I already saw your hand!" He said, annoyed. He sighed and strides over, snatching my hand and forcing it to his view. I winced at his strength.

"Sorry," Yoonji mumbled, gently holding my hand as he examined the bleeding wound. He pulled out handkerchief and wrapped my hand up. "Kaja," he said, pulling me softly towards the nurses office.

The nurse cleansed it with alcohol, pure alcohol, by dumping the whole bloody bottle on my hand. I bit my lip to keep myself from screaming at the sudden pain. After, she wrapped it up properly and told me it would be better by tomorrow. I nodded.

The entire time, Yoonji sat quietly beside me. Once the nurse lumbered away, he looked over to me. "Jem-ah?" He said. I hummed in response.

"Does it hurt very much?" He asked softly. I shook my head, but when I lifted my hand my face told other wise.

"Don't lie," he said, focusing on my hand. I nodded hesitantly. He looked at me dead in the eye. "I'm sorry," he said for the second time.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, you did nothing," I muttered, avoiding eye contact. He tried to find my gaze.

"But it was partly my fault, right? I saw those girls. You know, Hana, Rian, and Leeah..," he said. Hana, Rian, and Leeah were there names, huh?

"And Kae's. But really, it was what I did and I'm not mad," I said, finally meeting his eyes. Luscious brown eyes.

"Really, I promise," I said, giving a faint smile. He smiled back and held out his pinky. "Pinky promise?" He asked.

I laughed lightly and linked my pinky with his. "Yeah, pinky promise."

His smile even reached his eyes, making my stomach do a few flips. I don't even know why. "Yah! We're going to be class," I said, tugging him up with my good arm.

He groaned and I laughed, pulling us to class.
. . .

I walked home, board in my hand as I sigh. I couldn't help but wonder about how Charlotte was feeling.

I chewed on my lip as I walked in, slinging my bag and board by the door and heading to her room.

I saw her passed out on her bed, snoring lightly. I kneeled beside her and pressed the back of my palm against her forehead. The fever was slowly decreasing.

I prepared a cold rag and folded it where my hand was. She scrunched up her nose but then returned to sleeping peacefully. I smiled and left.

I changed into more comfortable clothes, the college sweater and running shorts, before stepping into the kitchen. A small note was left at the first place I walked to: The fridge. It read,

Jem, I called off work as sick, but they didn't receive the message. Could you please do it for me? :3

- Charlotte, Who Remains The Best Unnie Ever