Dance Class; Jongup & Yura
‘Crap, I’m going to be late!’ she thought, frantically turning the corner and making her way across the building. Being late to her favorite class was not an option for Yura. Her sneakers thudded softly against the polished wood floor as she quickly made her way down the hallway. Finally, the bronze name plate with the words, “Studio A” appeared in her peripheral vision.
A sigh of relief escapes through her parted lips as she steps in front of the door, stopping for a quick second to brush her heavy bangs out of her eyes. Mentally prepared with an excuse as to why she was late, she bursts through the door, lowering her gaze to the floor as she bows.
“Seonsangnim, forgive me for being late. It won’t happen aga-“ she stops mid-apology, finally having looked up. There were several pairs of eyes on her, and she stared back with great confusion. Who were these people? She recognized none as her eyes swiftly looked at each face, until they met a familiar pair.









