✧✦oo7 : Innocent Victims

"C'mon!! Do it again! Straight from the top!" Chorong demanded and everyone tiredly got to their positions as the music starts.

It was 2 past midnight and Chorong had prolonged their night practice longer than usual. By then, everyone was exhausted, especially Bomi.

Despite being worn out from the rehearsal, she also bear worry. She was worried about her mother's street vendor and if she's is still working this late at night. Which it really wasn't neccessary since it was late now. She just hoped that her mother closed up the shop properly and that she got home safely.

Her mother was diagnosed with an uncurable cancer in her brain, or a brain tumor. Since they don't have enough money to pay for her immediate surgery, they have been working vigoriously. Especially Bomi, juggling her trainee practice and her multiple part-time jobs, whilst taking care of her mother. Yet being occupied with her jobs and training didn't stop her from worrying about her mother all too much, who claimed that she was fine enough to work at their vendor.

Bomi was very stressed, with lots of things crossing her mind.

But right now, during her dance practice with the prissy Park Chorong, she gave it her all; concentrating with every popping dance move and doing it in it's propper form and making sure that she preformed it in time with the fast pulsing beat.

"Finally! You all get it right! But..we still have some slackers messing up here and there.." Chorong gives a distinct glare towards Bomi. What's she talkin' about? I did all those moves without missing a beat! Unlike her, she still can't get that move right but here she is blaming it all on us!! Thinking that she's all high and mi-

"Just go home now, next rehearsal starts at 1 in the afternoon." Chorong shoos them away yet the girls remained frozen in their dance positions, too tired to move.

"GO!! Go away now!!" all the girls scurried to their feet and head to the door as quick as possible.

"WAIT!!" Chorong sternly yelled. The girls stop in their tracks. Tch.. What does the big fat queenie need now..? Bomi sighed to herself.

"Yah, you..! Yoon Bomi! Stay here, the rest of you..GO!!" Chorong demanded and thus everyone obeyed.

Ugh..not again!! What did I ever do to deserve this..? Bomi scoffed and took her time walking to Chorong who stood sternly in front of the mirror, glaring at her through the reflective glass.

"Yes, your Snotty Highness. What do you want?" Bomi bowed a quick small bow, resulting in dizziness in her head from bowing too fast.

Chorong turns towards Bomi, "I don't want you hanging around that Dongwoo kid, ok?"

"D-Dongwoo-ssi? Why?" Bomi asked, Is the rumours of him true..?

"Just don't be around him, I don't want any of my backround dancers around any of my music producers," Chorong stated.

"Wha? You can't say that!! Dongwoo is just a rapper..! And he hasn't debuted yet!! And you can't just go controlling my life on who I should be around with! Dongwoo is my friend!!" Bomi retorted. Who are you to control my life..?

Chorong sighed, "Just.. Just stay away from him.." Chorong walks out, bumping Bomi's shoulders on the way out.

Bomi was quite unsettled. What is she saying? Thinking that she could just tell me to do anything..

She scoffed to herself. But what if the rumours are true.. It can't be! He's not that kind of person!! Or could he really be..? A cold-blooded killing gangster-

"Oh, and can you clean up the dance studio? Thanks!" Chorong appeared from out the door and ran off.

"AIYAA!! Why me?" Bomi pleaded and stompted about on the floor.

It was a humid sticky early morning after Bomi had finished cleaning the studio. She was quick since she was desparately worried to see her mother and if the shop was in good condition. It was hauntingly dark throughout the building, with just a few lights on through the hallways. But Bomi still made her way out to the building, heading towards the street which rested her street vendor.

"Omo, I hope umma isn't still working and is at home!!" Bomi bit her lip as she rushed through the fairly empty streets of Seoul.

There from afar, she spotted the shop still openned up for bussiness freshly hinting the air with it's sweet potato aroma.

"UMMA!!" Bomi ran to the vendor to find not her mother behind the small counter.

But to see Dongwoo sleeping upon the warm pans of sweet potatoes.

You didn't have to Dino-woo.. a tear trickled down Bomi's cheek.

Naeun wakes up in a comfortable bed with the moonlight shining upon herself. She smiles as she takes in the fresh warm scent of Jaehyo.

The incident with Myungsoo kept replaying in her head ever since. She still couldn't believe that she actually had kissed Myungsoo. And that was also her first kiss.. Naeun blushes at the scene. But how could he just kiss her like that. After all that he said to her.. It left Naeun in confusement.

After Naeun had completely calmed down, she was brought to Jaehyo's apartment. It was actually in the exact same building as the entertainment company.

Since she was such a wallflower back then, it didn't come to her attention that Jaehyo was also famous in Korea. Apparently he was a famous idol, who mastered in acting, singing, and modeling. At first she found it amusing that, he of all people, is that wickedly famous but after being shown his albums, dramas and movies he had starred in, and some issues of famous fashion magazines, it had convinced her enough that he was truly indeed a famous star. Maybe as almost as famous as Park Chorong!

Naeun grabbed her phone from the nightstand to check the time. 3:08AM It's still a bit early but I thinks it's best to head home right now.. Dongwoon must be worried about me!! Maybe he's already seen those rachet posters of me..

Naeun hops out of bed and tries to walk as silently as possible to not awake Jaehyo, whom is asleep soundly on his sofa.

She tip-toes past him and realize how cold he must be, since he is extra sensitive to the cold and that the air conditioner is up full-blast.

Naeun grabs the cozy blanket that lie across Jaehyo's bed and covers Jaehyo with the warmth and coziness of the blanket. "I'm sorry, Jaehyo.. Thanks for saving me from that jerk! But I have to go so I won't worry Dongwoon-oppa.. Sweet dreams, Jaehyo ~" Naeun whispered and gave a quick peck on his cherry red lips.

Omo..Did I just kiss him..? Naeun covers . Before she could make another thought, she ran out the door, the door closing with a small quiet Click!

Naeun ran untill she felt like it was safe to breathe a