For solid fifteen minutes, I just stood there in front of the glass door to his studio; watching him from afar as his students copy his movement. His eyes were burning as he watches himself execute the choreography he worked hard for, and look intently with sharp gaze as his students tried to learn it. His passion for dancing is something I admire from him because he sees beauty, in every movement, in every flexes, and on the floor of his studio lies his sweat day and night to express his emotions in every beat.
I felt a light tap on my shoulder, and a soft voice behind me, "(Y/n)?" I turned around and there goes San, Wooyoung's boyfriend, beads of sweat were on his forehead and neck as he breathes deeply; holding unto a bottle of water.
"Oh, hi!" I awkwardly wave at him and take a step aside.
He nodded, gazing at me then back into the studio, "What brings you here?"
I fumbled with Yunho's car keys and lifted it to let him see, "I'm about to give Yunho his car keys, he let me borrow his wrangler yesterday but he seems busy.."
He shrugged his shoulders and hold unto the door, "Nah. He'll have a break once he sees you, you know him. Let's go inside—"
I panicked. I immediately hold unto him and let the door remain closed, I shook my head. "No no. Wooyoung's probably waiting for me at work. Can you give this to him instead and tell him that I said thanks?"
He hesitated for a second before getting the car keys off of my hand, "You sure you wouldn't go inside?"
"Yeah yeah. I'll get going. Thank you." I rambled, looking back at Yunho, then at San. I turned around and almost run my way out the moment San hold unto the door.
My heart is beating so fast, i feel like i cant face him right now, but at the same time regret not going inside. It seems unfair for him, to be this open to me with his emotions and thoughts yet here I am, bottling it up. Being a coward to not face him and even just say thank you in letting me borrow his car.
Once out of the building where his studio is at, I hailed a taxi and went straight to work.
With the charity event tomorrow, work becomes stressful, and with these thoughts bothering me; i am slowly becoming a hopeless case.
Once i set my foot to the fashion house, i was greeted by Wooyoung who didn't leta minute past and start reading my schedule for the day.
"Wow, good morning." I sarcastically greeted him, glancing at my watch as we both take huge steps. The cafe were almost packed with people too as our boutique received recognition from social media influencers and fashion bloggers.
"Yes, good morning, so chop chop, madame." He nodded, giving me a folder of compiled reports with the progress for the event tomorrow. He stood by my side as we take the elevator to my office. I opened the folder and read the report while I was walking my way to my desk, people are walking back and forth from the grounds even up to his office, all were working their ass off for the event and the summer collection.
The event hall is cleaned up and currently setting up for tomorrow, the lights and sound system were to arrive at the venue after lunch since tables and chairs, as well as the decors were still on progress. With this charity event aiming to raise a fund to support these multiple orphanage, we prepared a white collection for those who can afford and those living "comfortably" people to have a look and raise prices in which 75% of the profit will be donated while the remaining 25% will be used for this type of event we conduct yearly.
I sat on my chair and continue reading. Those who will facilitate the event were done with their training yesterday, and will have a dry run early tonight for the flow, as well as tomorrow morning for final checking. The models were on the fifth floor for their final fitting, and the foods were finalized by him already.
