Choi Jihye
I tapped my foot impatiently on the ground waiting in front of the YG building. It's seven in the morning and I'm waiting for any of my band mates to come and open the stupid door for me. Whatever happened to 'don't be late'? Come to think of it no one told what time we were all supposed to meet here. I just assumed it would be this time because this was usually the time we had practice with GOT7. More like it was a mechanism to meet up at this time for me. But my bag is getting heavier with every passing minute and I'm more than sure that I'm starting to look suspicious just standing here. And it was windy too. Shorts and wind don't really get along. It's cold in the morning you know.

 

"What are you doing out here?"   Oh goody! It's Hanbin. What a great way to start off the day, having your new leader who  detests you greet you with such affection. The guy looks like he's absolutely done with life now that he saw me.   "My finger isn't registered in your fancy machines dearest leader"   He clicked his tongue before placing his index finger on the scanner. And like magic the door opens. He doesn't even look back and goes inside the building. I followed quickly behind him in fear of other scanners inside. Good thing I did because there were at least two more of those finger print scanning meanies that came our way.   Hanbin open a door and the lights of that room which reveals our practice room. He just heads straight for the computer in the room to ready whatever music we will be practicing on. I shyly place my bag on the ground, looking around the place. This is way too awkward. I decided to do some stretches before we begin practice. Starting with my arms, straightening my right arm to the left side, locking it with my left arm.    "Are you seriously going to wear that?"   I turn to Hanbin raising a brow. What does he mean by that? I'm very much appropriately dressed for practice: loose black shirt and grey shorts with some low cut sneakers. He was practically wearing the same exact thing in exception of the shorts (he has some grey joggers on). This guy just really hates me to even criticize my outfit.    He was then searching for something in his big bag while he shakes his head at me.   "Put on some pants."   He says before sends flying some harem pants to my face. Gee thanks. Good thing I caught it before it falls from my face to the ground. He'd probably scream at me if it did.   "I do have pants on. Thank you very much." "To me you don't. I'm the leader and if I say put on some pants you will for damn sure where some pants."    I look at him in disbelief. It wasn't like I was straight up pants-less or that we were in the nineteenth century and I was revealing too much skin. For crying out loud it was just a little above knee-length shorts.   "What? Do I have to put them on for you?"   Wow okay. Very pushy Hanbin. I didn't even bother removing my shoes or shorts and just slapped on his stupid pants. This thing is big on me in circumference and length. I was going to complain to him about it so that he can let me wear my damn shorts in peace. But he was already one step ahead and he was actually already standing in front of me, pulling the drawstrings to the best of his capabilities. This guy for sure low key wanted to crush my hips with the drawstrings. He was trying to tie it on so tightly.   "Ow!"   I slapped his arm when he pulls on the drawstrings again. These were harem pants not a corset! I'm flattered that he thinks I'm thin and all but damn boy. I glare at him, not giving a flying about who he was or how much work it is to keep eye contact with him --I had no idea he was actually tall as well. Not Junhoe tall but tall enough.    He looks away first walking back to the computer like none of this happened. I would like to think that I won this round. Even if the cost was to have a bruised pride because of my amazing height.    I bend over to fold the bottom of his harem pants to prevent myself from falling later. I'm already dreading practice and we weren't anywhere near started.   You don't even know how thankful I was to hear familiar voices coming this way to the practice room.   Thank heavens for the precious sound of the door being opened.   "Oh Jihye-ah! Good morning" Jinhwan greeted me. He honestly looked shocked to see me in the practice room. Even Bobby who's stood behind him was shocked though he had a pretty straight face, I could still tell. I guess the information of me being a part of IKON still hasn't sunken in yet.    They both gave me a small smile before proceeding to walk over to Hanbin. But for some reason, Jinhwan stop next to me and whispers:   "If coming to practice an hour early is your way to get on Hanbin's good side.. You're doing it right kiddo"   He gives me thumbs up, trying to be sly about it. But based on the way Hanbin was 'clearing his throat', I can tell he saw and probably heard Jinhwan.    It makes total sense now. I was the idiot that didn't ask for the time we were supposed to meet, went here an hour early, waited in the cold just so I can have precious leader Hanbin sass me and force his pants onto my legs.    I did this to myself...     — — — — — — — — — —      Hanbin...  Hanbin whatever face... He is the spawn of Satan!   It has only been one hour since we’ve started practice and oh my God what Hell have I suffered. He first of all teaches one move at a time but like in a matter of five seconds before moving to the next move. All the moves accumulating becomes a blur after a minute. I look around at the others and they seem to be doing somewhat better than me at understanding our alien leader's teaching. Lucky them.   You don’t even know how much times I got scolded by demon Hanbin.   The guy has the most annoying counting slash singing method while teaching the dance moves. Mind you, maybe if he didn’t sound so horrible or like a preschool teacher maybe I would’ve learned faster. He can’t sing for jack . I really hope he isn’t in charge of singing in the group. I don’t want to debut with a failure as leader.   “Jihye! Chanwoo! Focus!”   I swear to God if I hear him says my name one more time--   Hanbin did nothing this past half hour but scream at us and wave his ing wireless keyboard to restart the song. I am absolutely done with Tyga’s Rack City. I don’t want to hear him nor Hanbin anymore.   What kind of cyborg is Hanbin anyways to make him capable of making a full on choreography in one night? And why is his vision so good when it comes to very minor mistakes? Does he not realize his pants are a pain to dance in? I've already tripped and almost killed Donghyuk because of these stupid pants. I had to eventually resort to keeping the bottoms in place with my hair ties. I'm literally over dressed for this sauna they call practice room. I'm seriously starting to regret not removing my shorts earlier.   "Bobby, no. Shirt on."   Well that's a first. This whole time Hanbin said nothing but Jihye this, Jihye that. He's scolding someone else for a change. Hanbin's part-time job must be being the fashion police because again he's telling someone what to and not to wear. Bobby still seems to be itching to lift up his shirt though.   "But it's getting hot" Bobby complains "Your shirt stays on or the AC goes off."   Satan I tell you. It is so damn hot in here even with the air conditioning. I think this is what people doing those cardio workout videos feel like while filming. It's the whole moving a crap ton to make your muscles burn kind of feeling. Honestly, if I were shameless, I would've chucked my shirt and Hanbin's stupid pants on the floor long ago.    Bobby continues to complain and eventually Jinhwan starts to do so too. Well more like he was playing advocate for Bobby. While all this was happening, I see Chanwoo in his own little corner trying to learn the dance moves on his own.    I went next to him with a smile deciding to ask for help and maybe help him out too. Might as well kill time while the others argue about clothing attire.   "Chanwoo-ah, can you teach me a few parts?"  "M-Me..? Okay.. What parts do you need?"   Aw, he's such a good kid. I know he's already having a hard time on his own learning the choreography but he still agrees to help.  

I asked for the moves of the hook and Chanwoo seems to know it well. He first shows me the moves for the whole hook before teaching me step by step. The boy was really shy about teaching and correcting me. He was the polar opposite of Hanbin.

Chanwoo was really polite and tried not to laugh at me whenever I did something silly. He would talk to me formally which is actually adorable. I know I said I'd be extra nice to him for being my fellow victim but him being himself alone was enough for me to want to do so. 

 

I really tried not to make it less awkward for him and talked about other things while he taught me. We started off with the basics: our full names and birthdays. Then we talked about hobbies. Only occasionally we actually talk about the dance.

Soon I discovered that I was older than Chanwoo but younger than the others and that Chanwoo is a recently added member as well. We continued to converse about other things like the YG company and IKON. I'd like to think that we were getting along quite well.

“Kim Jiwon!”

There goes Hanbin again—wait what just happened. Why is it so dark all of a sudden?

“Everyone out! Come back it ten minutes after you’ve all cooled down”

Hanbin sure is loud. Wait a second, is he behind me?  I tried touching my eyes and I can confirm a hand on them. What exactly is ha