[CONTENTID1]Chapter Four[/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2]2015.11.03 - 4 Wednesday

The Day (2 hours before the letter)

{Please read the author note at the very}[/CONTENTID2]

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Everyone was tired from practicing their dance routine since their promotion of their upcoming comeback is in a week or so, but the most tired member was none other than Hakyeon who was sitting down at one of the corner in the practice room while the rest of the members were in the middle laying down catching their breath.

“Hakyeon-ah, let me talk to you alone in another room.” The choreographer instructor called out.

Hakyeon looked up and sighed deeply, knowing what he was going to say. During their practice, Hakyeon was not “passionate” (according to the coach) when he was dancing. How can he when his tired from everything.

Hakyeon stood up and walked out with the instructor to another room just down the hall of the practice room. He should be scared and nervous but right now he just wasn’t in the right mood of taking everything lightly like he would usually do when he was criticized or called out.

“What’s going on? You usually dance in passion Hakyeon. Do you need another 2 hours of practice to perfect it or what?!”

Hakyeon who had his head down in the very beginning, raised it up and glared at his instructor.

“I’m sorry, but I’m tired. I would do it with passion but it’s been hard. You can keep yelling at me but that wouldn’t do anything when my brain is telling me to rest!”

“Are you yelling at me?!”

“Yes! Yes I’m yelling at you! I’m freaking yelling!” Hakyeon shouted in frustration.

The instructor slapped him on his cheeks and glared with frustration towards Hakyeon. Hakyeon wasn’t surprised that he would slapped him because he knew he had it coming and apparently is glad for it because the pain he received was what he needed.

“Dare shout at me again, Cha Hakyeon. You will go back in that practice room and practice for 2 hours while the rest of your members go back to the dorm!”

Hakyeon scoffed and once again glared, “Like hell I would.”

The instructor was ready to slap him once again but couldn’t since Hakyeon immediately walked out of the room and slammed the door loudly. Hakyeon walked back to the practice room to hurriedly pack his belongs. Once he entered, s looked at Hakyeon with worry.

“Hyung, did he do anything to you?” Jaehwan asked.

Hakyeon ignored Jaehwan’s question and started packing. Right now his mind was filled with rage. Angry with how everything turned out.