blue smile

One

Meet.
Time to meet them.
There are multiple.
Eight of them, because eight of us. I shook my head to clear my mind.

I can't wait.

Apparently they choose them by age, so you can learn easier and quicker and it's going to be nicer.
I bounce on the balls of my feet. I hugged myself, finding warmth in my favorite sweater. It's pink, but it's cute. And my hair cooperated today. I want to impress my teacher. I want him to like me.

Or her.

Is he/she cute? Nice?
I hope so.
Hyunjin clamped his hand over my shoulder, half-expecting me to wince, but I just smirked at him. No way I was going to fall for that again.

I see a car from down the street. No, a van. A huge van. One that probably held the people, and a trailer behind it that probably held the instruments. They were coming toward JYP. I called out to the others. "They're here!"

"Yesssssss." I heard Han say. "Remember I told you about that girl I met the other day? At the music thing? She's one of these guys. I can't wait."
I couldn't wait either. My heart started beating rapidly, as if I was about to be kissed. It's been a while since I've felt this way.

I watched as they all got out of the car and headed toward the trailer to grab their stuff. I quickly raced downstairs to help them. Why not?

That's when I saw her. Her beautiful hair. Her mesmerizing eyes. The way she holds herself tells me that she's a dancer. The way she talks - with her cool, calm voice - tells me she's a singer. She nimbly picks up her guitar, slinging it over her back so she could pick up the amplifier. I froze. Know slapped my back. "Keep moving, Elsa." He chuckled at his bad joke. I pulled the sleeves of my sweater over my hands to warm them.

I walked slowly to them, trying not to trip and trying not to stare at her for a long time. She looked older than me, but as I got closer, I saw the rounded jawline. She was younger. Maybe eighteen, nineteen at the most. Right?

I remembered what G-Dragon (my role model from the k-pop group Big Bang) had told me, back when we used to hang out all the time. Not that he isn't. He's just... not around much. He'd told me that girls usually take to older boys. And if I wanted a girl, she needed to be younger than me. I remembered his exact words.

"Felix. If you want a girl to like you, you gotta show her that you're the man. You gotta show her your amazingness, your maturity. They ain't gonna like you otherwise."

He was a very wise person.

I straightened my back as I approached the trailer, taking the amplifier from her hands, then, balancing it on my knee, reached out a hand so she could get down. She took it, an amused look on her face, and jumped down. Something tells me she looks through my mask. Probably the fact that I was sweating like crazy in cold weather. And it wasn't the sweater.

"I can handle this." She said, prying the amplifier from my hands.
"No way." I said, grabbing it back. "You're guests. Guests aren't going to lift heavy stuff." She rolled her eyes at that.

"Felix." I said.
"Y/N." She said. I nodded solemnly, but on the inside, my heart started thumping so loud and so fast, I wondered if she could hear it. It wasn't that she was pretty, or that this is just a crush.

I actually felt something toward her.

She was beautiful.

I saw her look down from the corner of my eye. She gripped her guitar tightly to her chest. It's a good thing I didn't try to take that. She didn't look like she would let someone else play it. Or even touch it.
I set the amplifier down when we reached to our studios. Our manager welcomed them, and explained to them our strengths and weaknesses.

He looked down at his list, then passed them out according to age and persons. He then called us out individually, to pair us up.

"Bang Chan." He held his arm out toward a boy, around his age. He wore glasses, had blond hair with red highlights. "Jamie."
"Han." Next was a girl, who wore mostly black. She smiled at him, like they were best friends. They hugged. "This is her!" He said, smiling broadly.
"Felix." The manager's voice pulled me out of my daze. "Y/n."

I can't believe it.
I was paired with her.
We were going to be alone for five hours in a room. Continuously for three months.
Three months.
Five hours.
Her face broke into a nervous smile, and she walked closer to me.
I couldn't breathe.
"Felix?" I.N. said, unsure.
"Yeah." I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. I was so excited. I couldn't help myself.
"I'll be right back." I ran to my studio and closed the door, screaming my heart out and yelling 'OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD'. I squealed again. Thank god it's sound-proof.
I walked out with a calm face.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." I held out my hand. She had an amused look on her face, but she shook my hand. It wasn't cold, it wasn't hot. It was warm, and very smooth.

I felt like squealing again. She stood next to me as our manager called the rest of them up. She was actually shorter than me, by about half an inch.

I took a leap forward. "How old are you?"
She smirked. "It's rude to ask a woman her age. But let's just say I'm younger by a few months."
I was still nineteen. Was she nineteen? At least she was younger by a few months. That's enough.

She was really pretty.
"Practice starts tomorrow." our manager said, clapping his hands. "Make sure you are on time, please. You are dismissed."

This feels really good.