I'm so stupid. Why. Why. Why. Why. Wh-

"Am I interrupting something?" The dance instructor raises an eyebrow. Crane guy glares at me and says "No, sir."

"Good. And Ji-Eun?" I look at the dance instructor. He smiles. "You need... Extra help. I can get someone to help you." I nod. Phew.

'This number is not available at the moment. Please leave your message after the tone. Beep!'

"Hi, dad. I'm getting extra help for dancing.

We used to take dancing classes together. I miss that. I miss you.

I love you, dad."

Oh. So when he said someone, I didn't know he meant Taemin. "Ji-Eunnie!" He gushes and crushes me in a hug. I grimace. "Oppa, hi." He smiles. "Are you ready to dance?"

Okay, so how do I know Taemin? Well. He's my brother's best friend. I see him a lot. Simple. Anyway.

"Okay, so the first move. Step and spin. Step and spin. Hands up. No, other hand. No, sweetie, that's your foot. Okay, good. Step back. Exactly. Swing to the side, other side, repeat again. Okay, stop. I'll help you. No, Ji-Eun, stop. Can you hear me? Hello? Ow!" I got too obsessed with my own dancing that I punched Taemin in the stomach. Oops.

"Let's try that again. Two, two three four five six seven and! Left Right Spin elbow straight..." This is pretty much how I spend my day. Not really exciting. But by the end of the day, I've improved. I can now do the beginning of Infinite's new song. Not well, but not horrible. I fall onto the ground and pant. This is exhausting.

"Thanks, Taemin. Are you coming to dinner today?" I ask. He shakes his head. "I have we got married filming." He blushes. I can't help it. "Is our little Taemin blushing? Oh, you're too cute. Who's the lucky girl?"

He pulls out his phone and shows me a picture. I smile. The girl is adorable. Taemin looks good with her.

"I think her name is... um... Na-Eun. From Apink. Right?" I look at Taemin for confirmation. He nods. 

I smile and look at my watch. Wait. My watch. Oh god. I start freaking out. Where's my watch?

"Ji-Eun, are you okay?" I shake my head and frantically look around the room. "What are you looking for?" Taemin asks. "My watch! I had it when I came to the practice today!" Taemin's brows furrow. "Are you sure you want it back? I mean, maybe it's better you forget about it." I shake my head.

"I let him go. I can't let our memories go." Taemin looks at me for a moment, then nods.

We both get on our knees and look for it. "It's not here!" Taemin says. I run out of the room. I hear Taemin calling, but I can talk to him later. I run to Infinite's practice room. No one is in there except for the crane guy. I barely take notice of him and crawl around on the floor. It's not there. Where is it? I can feel tears running down my cheeks. I probably look horrible, but I don't care. I can't lose that watch.

I keep on looking. It's not there. I can't give up.

"What are you looking for?" Crane guy asks. I shake my head. There's an crack in the floorboard. It looks too small for anything to be in it, but just in case. I try to pull the floorboard up. It won't budge. I tug desperately at it. I scratch my hand on a nail, but I don't care. I need the watch.

I keep on tugging. My hand is covered with blood, but I don't stop. I need the watch. The floorboard won't move. I try tugging at it again, but a hand stops me. I look up. It's the crane guy.