heeseung ~
"and 5, 6, 7, 8... pose. alright! let's stop there for today. before you guys keep practicing your other choreographies, take a nice long break. good work so far everyone!"
and with that, ms. won, our choreographer headed out the door. as soon as she was out of sight, the whole room collapsed into a huge audible sigh.
THANK GOD. she killed us today with that number. i'm so glad my class with her is finished for this week. ms. won is one of the most strict teachers i've had in a while and the routines she creates for us wreak havoc in the studio (aka. she throws in the most technical & difficult moves).
i walked over to the corner of the studio and opened up my gym bag to grab my towel. yucK. i was dripping with sweat everywhere. after rummaging through my bag, i realized i had forgotten my water bottle in my locker. heading out the studio door, i gave my teammates a heads up that i was going back and grab it.
the trip from the studio to my locker is a pretty far walk. that was kind of a dumb move on my part for forgetting it. as i walk, i hum the song and review the fresh steps of the routine in my head.
in my peripheral vision, i see other students giving me strange glares and whisper amongst each other as i pass by. this has pretty much been a daily occurrence since last year. bryce, a graduating senior and captain of the comp. dance team held this long-standing grudge against me. he spread this rumour claiming that i had slept with our dance history professor and of course, this rumour travelled at the speed of light and circulated everywhere at school.
this petty rumour is extremely ridiculous the more i think about it. my classmates & dance teammates told me about this too. they found it hilarious and told me not to worry. the truth was bryce felt intimidated by me and the fact that i beat him in the dance off during my orientation week made it worse i guess.
as i finally reach the exit of the hallway i walk through and i turn the corner only to crash right into someone.
oh my god... i bumped into a girl. a really pretty one too... and now my antisocial ass has to speak to her. amazing.
i ask her if she's okay since she rammed hard into me and her books went flying everywhere. while helping her organize her books, i pick up her phone and noticed the map on the screen. there was highlighted marks everywhere on the page... then i remembered i was given the exact same digital copy in my first year.
i let out a small laugh but inside, my brain is screaming.
oh my god. she's a dance major too. i think it's time i best exit myself out of this interaction.
the schedule for freshman dance students never changes so as soon as she mentioned 1377 i knew exactly which lecture hall she was talking about. i hurriedly explained to her the route she should take and leave before i can hear her respond.
did i really just tell her i had to go back to the studio for practice? i'm literally walking the longest route just so i can avoid interacting with her now.
i smile to myself as i continue walking. she was really cute. she seemed naturally and effortlessly pretty. she was wearing minimal makeup too... next time, if i ever bump into her, i have to ask for her name. i most definitely want to be friends with her.
sOOOO.... um how are y'all finding this story so far?! it's not too cringey or cliche is it ksdjfdkf idk it's been stuffed in my brain for too long n when i read it, it sounds like a piece of shit *clown face* lmk if y'all are enjoying it so far! ^____^
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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧. [𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐮]
Fanfictionseungjin is in her freshman year at seoul national university (snu). from there, she meets heeseung. rankings: #2 - enhypenau #2 - belift #3 - en- #3 - enhypenheeseung