Attention || Seulrene | Ongoing

Have You What?

Seulgi felt her blood run cold as she stare at Irene, unable to move or speak. Irene finally created some distance when she saw the mortified expression and walked towards the bench.

"What's with the expression, saint Seulgi?"

Still unable to speak, Seulgi staggered backwards and her breathing became ragged.

Does.. does she know?

Irene... knows?

"Yah, Kang Seulgi! You're creeping me out. Why are you so taken aback by my suggestion?"

"I-I can't-" Seulgi started but wasn't able to continue when she felt the pounding of her head.

Irene was suddenly beside her and held her shoulders, guiding her to seat. "God, Seulgi! Why are you so fucking cold and pale? Relax. Breathe. Jeez."

She closed her eyes, trying to even out her ragged breathing and lied through gritted teeth, "I- I can't dance."

Irene's eyebrow cocked upwards, her lips forming into a knowing smirk, then she bursted out laughing. The high pitched laugh resonated in the quiet place and Seulgi could only look at Irene, asking if she knows or that she saw through her blatant lie.

"Oh my gods," Irene started to speak but clutched her stomach harder when she looked at Seulgi's stunned face. "Oh. My. God."

It took a while before Irene could stop laughing, and when she did, Seulgi's heartbeats were back to normal but there was still this fear that Irene might know.

"You're fucking hilarious," she said while wiping the accumulated tears on the corner of her eyes.

"You thought..." Irene started to say but another bout of laughter ensued. "You thought... you're gonna dance, too?"

"Isn't that what you said?" Seulgi asked as low as possible.

Irene scoffed loudly, erasing the traces of smile and lightness in her eyes. "If you're lame as you look then it's apparent that you can't dance. Don't be dumb." She flicked Seulgi's forehead. "I'm not gonna ask you to dance with me. I don't want to ruin my chances on the program, you know. I'm not stupid."

She should be hurt and insulted but she was far too relieved to feel the pain of Irene's words.

Oh thank gods. She doesn't know.

"Do you know Lalisa Manoban? The friend of Jennie?"

She thought for a moment before remembering the face of the girl. "The... the pretty one?"

Irene didn't speak after that, making Seulgi look at her to see what happened. When she caught Irene's hard gaze on her, she gulped and looked down.

"You think Lisa's pretty?"

She pictured the girl's face once again and nodded her head. "Yeah, she's pretty and she's an amazing dancer. Why?"

Her reply came short and biting. "Nothing."

"Why? Why did you ask?"

Irene was still glaring when she explained, "She's gonna be the one who'll teach me how to dance."

"Joy said you can dance."

"I can but that doesn't mean I can choreograph my own. She's an amazing dancer, isn't she?" Seulgi nodded. "I've already talked to Jennie about her and Lisa accepted."

"She did?"

"Yes. I already have an idea on what to do so she'll just add or improve it or something. I guess she's that great."