authors not : first of all, i don't know how to apologize to you. i was going to take a short break but it's been a long time. two months later, here i am, on my knees, begging for your forgiveness. I'm very sorry. life is just crazy and i just became busy. I'm very sorry < ( _ . _ ) > i won't do it ever again

Irene's eyes flickered, stared at Wendy bobbing her head to the beat of music blasting from the earphones. Her brown bangs moved back and forth in a mesmerizing rhythm. She mouthed to the words of unknown English song that Irene couldn't understand. She smiled, watching her charming teammate looking wonderful even without doing anything. She wanted to cup those flawless cheeks and watch the light brown eyes open - those innocent kind eyes.

Wendy was truly a wonderful girl. Her future girlfriend or boyfriend was going to be very lucky to have someone like her in their life.

After the slip in judgment two days ago, Irene was more careful. She was ignoring the younger as much as possible. Another mistake couldn't happen. She was glad that she wasn't dating Seulgi yet. That fact alone made her feel less guilty about the whole situation.

Out of sight, out of mind. It would quite well with her. Every time she ignored Wendy, she apologized to her in her mind incessantly. The fallen expression on the younger's face was heart breaking. She had decided to herself that she would avoid Wendy with all her might until she started dating Seulgi.

Now asking the dancer out was not as easy as it seemed. She hadn't been able to confess all these years. It won't happen out of nowhere now. Courage was needed, something she lacked when it came to love. But she had to muster it up and tell the younger of her true feelings.

For that reason, she had planned a dinner date with Seulgi. Yeri had given her suggestive looks when she left with a beautifully dressed Seulgi. Joy was smirking while Wendy was nowhere in sight. She had optimally picked the moment when Wendy wasn't around. That girl would weaken her resolve and she wouldn't allow that.

Wendy was still in the company, sipping to apple juice as she walked through the corridors. She passed the practice room of her seniors, Exo, they were dancing seriously, every move sharp and calculated. She watched them for a few seconds as they worked calmly, helping each other out and popping jokes at each other. When they noticed her standing outside, they invited her in and she hesitantly went in.

They talked about their schedules and upcoming events. It was fun conversing