Dancing On Thin Ice // KTH

Chapter 36

Carmela walked into their practice room, and the whispering room went silent. She glanced up at the boys huddled in a circle, and shuffled over to her locker room.

Taking a deep breath, she started shoving her things in the metal locker. Last night was... shit. Just pure shit. How was she gonna face Tae? They almost... kissed. And his hands were all up on her, and... and...

Carmela stepped outside the locker rooms and blinked her eyes nervously. All of the boys were around the door, looking at her with weird expressions. Her eyes searched for Tae and Hosi and she mentally sighed in relief when they both weren't here.

"What're you guys doing--" She had a feeling these boys knew something had happened last night.

JK stepped forward. 

"Carmela... why don't you just tell T--" Jimin punched him on the arm and JK immediately shut up. 

"Jimin! What is with you and punching people?" Carmela asked, throwing her arms out.

"Oh, I didn't mean--" Jimin blinked in surprise. 

"No listen, you can't just go around and punch people every two seconds, do you understand?" Carmela was a little startled by how angry her voice sounded. 

"Sorry." Jimin lowered his head, as JK crossed his arms looking smug.

"JK, wipe that look off your face. He's still older that you." Carmela snapped.

"B-but you're younger than all of us--" JK mumbled.

"Hey! Stop wasting time and get practicing!" 

Carmela pushed the boys aside and walked over to the mirrored wall, stretching her legs. The boys shrugged and slugged over, stretching with her. She could hear a few whispers from the boys though.

"--I think so too. I feel like they're just not telling each other." Jin whispered.

"I know Carmela likes him. But he's too stubborn to admit anything!" Jimin said. 

Carmela pursed her lips as her cheeks felt warm.

"Carmela is too. She makes it obvious, but she sure as hell ain't telling him." Said Namjoon, sighing.

"So... what do we do?"  Yoon asked.

"Ooh! I know, I know! Let's send them on a secret date!" JK whisper-squealed and Carmela scoffed. 

"Guys. We're forgetting about Hosi. You know how he feels about h--" Jin started, but Carmela cut him off.

She spun around on her knees, and their heads sprang to her, all of them wide eyed. 

"Do you seriously think I can't hear you?" Carmela asked them. 

Namjoon opened his mouth, but he didn't get to answer, because everyone had turned to the three people who had walked in the room.

Roxana and Tae were walking together, their gym bags over their shoulders, and Hosi was a little behind them, his red hair messy and his eyes tired.

"Carmela. Can I talk to you for a sec?" Roxana said approaching them. Hosi and Tae turned and went into the locker room.

"Uhm... yeah sure!" Carmela said, feeling nervous all of a sudden. She didn't have any hard feelings with Roxana, but she didn't think it went both ways.

"Come on." Roxana said, and led them to the locker room.

They entered the boys' room and found Hosi and Tae up in each others' faces, shirtless and angry. Carmela gasped at their aggressive looks, but felt a warm fluttering in her stomach seeing Tae shirtless again and towering over Hosi. Why did he have to look sexy all the damn time?

"Guys! What do you think you're doing?" Roxana called, and they broke apart, mumbling.

"Get out of here, Roxana." Hosi said and slammed his locker shut. He carried his shirt out the door and slipped it on out in the practice room. 

"Asshole." Roxana muttered. "Tae, what was that about?" 

The tall curly haired boy stayed quiet with hooded eyes, and Carmela felt it hard to look at him. He looked so... fucking perfect. Why did it feel like she suddenly noticed him more? Noticed the shape of the muscles in his back and arms, and the way his pelvic v-line snuck into the belt of his black sweats. 

She cleared her throat and looked away quickly as he turned to them, slipping a black shirt on with a hard, cold face. He was looking straight at Roxana, and glanced at Carmela for a second before stalking out of the room.

"What the fuck is wrong with those two?" Roxana said, as they walked to their locker room.

"Do they usually fight?" Carmela asked, as the young woman put her things in the locker.

"No. Well, I don't think so. They all don't fight much."

"Hm. How long have you known them?" 

"A long time. Since school. We were all in the same class. I got to know them more when me and Tae started dating-- or whatever."

"Oh. Cool." Carmela nodded, ignoring her faltering heart.

"Speakin of Tae. That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

Carmela gulped.

"I know last night... wasn't exactly a good one. Everyone was drunk and I admit I was getting a little possessive of Taehyung. I hope that doesn't affect our work though."

"Of course not. I was never upset in the first place! I know you guys are like a thing, and I honestly don't have feelings for him whatsoever. It's like you said: we were all drunk." Carmela forced a smile, and turned to step out.

Roxana touched her shoulder and grinned behind her.

"Thanks. Now, let's go practice. I have some news for you all, remember?" Roxana said.

"Oh right!" 

They hurried outside and Carmela hurried towards the boys. She rubbed the back of her thighs nervously, scratching at the tight purple nylon leggings stretched over her legs. She kept her eyes on the floor, but couldn't help glancing up at Tae. His messy hair had fallen over his eyebrows and his dark eyes were... looking her up and down...?

Carmela's heart thudded and she suddenly felt self-conscious as he raked his eyes over her body. His lips parted a little and his face turned flushed as he noticed she was looking at him. She put a hand on her knotted stomach and turned to face Roxana in front of them. Shit. Why was he looking at me like that? Is he looking at my butt now? What do I do, what do I do? 

"Okay. So here's the plan." Roxana announced, as Carmela joined her hands behind her back, feeling weirdly self-conscious. Was he still looking at me?

"We're going on a trip!" Roxana said, and Jimin and JK gasped, clapping their hands in excitement.