⤿ remember me?
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— [ ♡ ] there is an incredibly annoying, nagging familiarly about the male standing in the front of the room, but at the moment, she just can’t recall why exactly her mind is focusing on him. in any other normal circumstances, yooa herself would be front and center in the dance studio, but it’s her very first day attending practice, so she opts to stand on the sidelines and observe the rest of her teammates. of course, this is not because she’s nervous or anything. yoo shiah does not get nervous during first meetings, especially when it involves dance. she’s been dancing since she was six years old, so really, there’s no reason to be nervous with her abilities. .
she can’t help it that her eyes automatically fall back to him after she glances over the room for the nth time in five minutes. she’s going to look like a total creep, but she really does just want to know why he seems so familiar. he can’t be someone that she met while in california, unless he was somehow older than her and moved back before she did. but one look at his cheeks and she can already tell that the male is younger than her. but how else would she know him? she left korea almost ten years ago, and she hasn’t been back to visit in more than five. unless you met him before you left korea? her mind supplies.
she wants to scoff at that idea because what are the chances of encountering someone from her childhood here at seongnam? she gets her answer moments later, almost as if life was waiting to prove her wrong. ah shit.moonbin? moon_bin. as in the scrawny little kid who used to take dance classes with her? he’s no longer scrawny, or little, but she can’t help but associate the towering figure with the images of her past. the stark difference between him in the past and him now only makes her want to stare harder. damn, it really has been a long time since she’s left; she feels old.
she spends the rest of the class trying to be lowkey about just how hard she keeps staring at him, but she knows he’s noticed when he approaches her. in a moment of blind panic(something that she’s not proud of and will vehemently deny happened), she turns around to runaway, only to bang her head into the wall she was leaning against. ❝ ugh, fuck. ❞ she can’t help but curse from the impact, but also when she realizes the footsteps have stopped right behind her. her hands go up to cradle her throbbing head, and she turns to face the male. well, she already has a headache, why not magnify it even more?
