To Twirl Or Trip Pt. 3
Possible triggers ahead. Please read with caution.
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The next morning you lay in your bed scrolling through BuzzFeed quizzes, the reluctance to face the day materialising. You had just taken the test to determine what type of bread you are, with which you received banana bread claiming you have identity issues as you are constantly called a bread but are rather similar to cake. You could have scoffed at the accuracy.
As you were scrolling you came across a love quiz, you were contemplating clicking before Jiwoo had come stumbling into your room. You quickly get rid of the tab and shut your phone as your friend flopped onto your bed.
“Y/N, My head hurts so fucking much” she complained
You laughed at her suffering and got out of bed, “you should have seen yourself last night, Kyungsoo had to call me down and then we had to bring you back here”. You went to tie your hair up to wash your face but Jiwoo's face had already zeroed in on the dark mark on your neck.
“Yo, what the hell is that? On your neck”
You dropped your hair and quickly brought your hand up to cover it up. You inwardly cringed, how could you fix this situation.
“Um, I’m not really sure”
Luckily, before you continued Kyungsoo had come into your room and jumped onto the bed next to Jiwoo.
“My head hurts like a bitch” he complained as soon as his eyes set on you, expecting you to do something like you were some doctor.
“Take some painkillers you guys” you told them before walking towards your bathroom “Why am I the only smart one in this room” you muttered after you turned away, a pillow hitting your back before you slipped into the bathroom. A smile graced your face. You were lucky you had such good friends to rely on, it was essential in the industry you were in as well as considering how sensitive you were.
After you had finished washing up your phone had begun to ring. Wiping your hands quickly on your towel you swiped to answer and brought it up to your ear before speaking.
“Hello?”
“Y/N? Wow when they said this was your number I wasn’t sure but I’m glad I tried it out”
Your heart thrummed in your chest.
“I’m sorry but who is this? Who gave you my number?”. You looked at your phone and saw it said an unknown number.
“Oh you don’t need to know who I am, listen I am so in love with you I think about you every single day, I wish you would love me the same way. Let’s meet at a cafe together? I think that’s a great idea for us to fall in love after getting to know each other, I mean I know almost everything about you like what perfume you use, how you always moisturise your skin after your shower and before you go anywhere and how you always take off your pants before you go to sleep. You’re so adorable and beautiful I love every bit of-”
“Fuck,” you muttered before you hung up. This was about the third time you had received a call like this. Ignoring it like all the other calls you put your phone down on the bench and continued with your routine and put your clothes on for the day. Today you had to attend dance practice and you had also planned to meet a friend from your childhood.
You walked out of the bathroom and saw your friends still on your bed suffering from their apparent head pains. Jiwoo was from the vocal line so she didn’t need to attend dance practice. This was organised between the dance line rather than your boss since there wasn’t any comeback planned and your last comeback was a while ago it was extremely important that you and the rest of your group didn’t slack off and continued to improve while there was still time.
You grabbed a tub of yoghurt as well as a muesli bar and opened the dorm door after grabbing your gym bag. Instead of taking the elevator down to the practice rooms you had opted for the stairs in an effort to make sure you avoided anyone from EXO. You knew you would have to face them one day but you were definitely not looking forward to exposing your insecure thoughts and you didn’t know what Jongin had told them or what they already knew. What if you heard something different? You were naturally curious and you knew that situation would kill you since you would want to know who had begun that rumour.
Exiting the stairwell and walking towards your practice room, you checked your phone for the time. It was only five minutes past seven in the morning and you heard music playing as you neared meaning someone was already there.
“Seohyeon you’re here nice and early” you greeted after you walked in.
She paused her moves and turned around to look at you before greeting you as well “Ah, good morning Y/N, just wanted to fit in some extra training”
“Seohyeon you don’t even need that much training! You’re literally the most perfect dancer I’ve ever seen” you told her as you threw your gym bag in the corner and took off your hoodie and threw it in the same place.
“Y/N, you did not just say that to me. Everyone knows you’re the boss’s favourite because of how good you dance and sing. I could only dream of catching up to you, I wish you could see your own worth sometimes like seriously, you even manage to nail any concept thrown at you from cute to sexy”. She said with a smile on her mouth before turning around to the mirror to stretch.
“It’s so … weird, I heard that the trainees said they don’t believe you’re an actual human” she laughed.
“The laugh I had to hold back seriously”.
You laughed before replying. “Now why haven’t I heard any of these rumours, also Seohyeon you may be exaggerating a little bit”.
The both of you stretched and then went through the playlist to figure out what to dance too. Not long after Hayoon arrived and you both discussed if she was fine with Red Velvet’s Bad Boy. She had agreed since she thought that their sex appeal could be improved in case they were ever given a sexy concept, you had laughed at that remark.
6 hours later of helping the other two pop their hips out more and moving their legs around smoother you were all on the ground recovering.
“I think we should end for the day and grab some lunch” Hayoon suggested.
You rolled over and grabbed your phone to check the time. It was 25 minutes past one, you had to meet your friend at 3pm.
“I’ve got something to get ready for at 3 so I don’t think I can make it” you said before getting up to get your stuff as slowly as you could with your body resisting every movement you make, “Both of you go on without me, I’ll see you guys later”.
You all said your goodbyes and you left to get the elevator instead of the stairs, taking into consideration Kyungsoo’s words and taking it easy on your body. The elevator dinged open and you stepped in, you should have looked up before you did that, however, because when you did there was a Baekhyun staring wide-eyed at you. You suddenly felt inappropriately exposed to him, you hadn’t put your hoodie on because your body was sticky and hot so there you were standing there in sports shorts and a midriff.
Turning around, you pressed the button for your level and cleared your throat, the intention to ignore him as clear as glass. You could feel your whole body burning as the person behind you kept looking over to you, examining something different each time.
The doors opened at your level and you bolted out of the elevator before Baekhyun had any second thought about contacting you. The door closed behind you soon after and luckily you had gotten away before he could say anything. After Jongin, it was extremely awkward between you and Baekhyun. This was mainly because you couldn’t stand to be in his presence after what he had done to you.
You swiped your keycard and entered the dorm room, throwing your bag in the corner you went to go shower. The hot water ran over your skin as you rinsed the soap off of you, carefully manoeuvring the shower head so as to not wet your hair. Your thoughts drifted back to your childhood.
You groaned in frustration as your skirt wouldn’t fit over your newly developed hips. You had wanted to wear it for Jongin’s 18th birthday party but obviously, you couldn’t do that anymore. You looked through your closet and found a baby pink wrap dress, trying it on you saw it only reached your mid-thigh as you had a couple growth spurts since you last wore it, however, the soft materia
l meant that it was able to stretch to your new size.
Styling your hair quickly you ran down the stairs of your home and joined your mother in the car. When you had arrived at the party you didn’t spot Jongin anywhere, so you clung to your mother avoiding the other 18-year-olds who were most likely drunk. Feeling bored you got up to get yourself a drink and walked to the kitchen in search of something suitable for your age. After a while, you had received a text from your mother saying she went back home and that Jongin’s mother had offered you stay the night. You inwardly cursed at your mum for not asking you beforehand, but then again it wasn’t like you hadn’t stayed here before.
Finding a drink in the pantry you filled up a cup and plopped two ice cubes in to make it cold. On your way out of the kitchen, you had bumped into someone, holding your drink out to prevent it from spilling you muttered an apology and left to the outdoor balcony. Sitting on the seat you sipped at your drink, feeling tired as time passed you checked your phone for the time seeing it was only ten thirty. Your head throbbed and your vision spun the slightest, blaming fatigue you got up and walked upstairs to the spare bedroom to go to sleep - it wasn’t like you had anything better to do anyway with Jongin MIA.
You opened the door and stumbled in, almost tripping before someone caught you by the waist. You heard the door shut as you were held up and moved to lean against the wall. Your vision spun again as you tried to focus on who was in the room with you. With the lighter hair colour and thinner build, you knew it definitely wasn’t someone you knew. His hand moved to your waist as you then suddenly felt wet lips on your neck. Your thoughts were going mad as you struggled to process what was actually happening to you, you felt something wet roll down to your chin when you realised you were crying. The feeling was lost in your arms so you weren’t able to push him away when his hand then travelled down and then under your dress to rest on your hips after bringing your thigh up to rest on his waist.
Suddenly there was the sound of a door opening and two people stumbled in, seeming to look like a girl and a guy. You felt your body weight hit the ground, a loud smack and crack along with a “what the fuck” before you blacked out.
You didn’t remember much after that, only that you had woken sometime later sleeping in Jongin’s bed, a shirt on the bedside table with a note telling you to change into it. You changed into it and then went back to sleep almost immediately. You had called your mum to pick you up as soon as you had woken up eager to get out of there as soon as possible after changing back into your dress.