http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pS8Cq_cdPTk

Changjo had to get used to introducing himself by his stage name, and not his real one. He twisted his lips as he realised he made that mistake again when he was talking to C.A.P.
“Mianhae hyung…” Changjo mumbled.
“Hey, don’t beat yourself up Jonghyun. Just remember that you’re Changjo when you’re with us.”
Changjo nodded. “Do we have to practice introducing ourselves hyung?”
“It’ll be worth it.”

C.A.P. patted his shoulder, and walked off to his room to read. Changjo sat on the couch in the Teen Top dorm, still not used to the apartment. Ricky and Niel were playing games on their phone, occasionally asking each other what level they were on. Chunji was also playing a game but he looked as if he was the only one in the world. L.Joe was sitting with the keyboard, blank sheet music and a pencil. A chord could be heard every few minutes as he began to write a song. Changjo stood up, and decided to go to the dance studio, since he had nothing to do. The boys had no schedule, and their manager didn’t want to wear them out by practicing all day, so they had a day off before going back to school the next.

Changjo walked down the hall and into the studio. He plugged in his iPod and started to make up some choreography. While the song continued and his body moved, he couldn’t help but let his mind drift to other things. He thought about school, and how far he was. He thought about Tae Kwon Do, and wondered if they learnt anything new.

Then he thought about her. How she left that day, how she ignored him completely. He didn’t know what to do. She was a friend, nothing more but he couldn’t help but care. Was it his fault she left abruptly? Did something happen during his audition? The song stopped, and he stood in front of the mirror in silence.

Maybe I should call her. Just to know if she’s okay. He thought.
He took out his phone from his pocket, and went through his contacts.
She wasn’t there.
What? Where’s her number? He typed in her name, to find that it wasn’t there.
He swore loudly, and put his phone back in his pocket. Maybe I can catch her at school tomorrow.

***

Seoul and Rachel were walking in the shopping centre, while Mizuki was close behind.
“Rachel,” Seoul began.
“Oh no. What now?” Rachel replied.
“We should put you in a dress.”
“Please don’t. You know what happened last time…”
“Yeah,” Mizuki laughed, “You looked like you were going to kill yourself.”
“I don’t wear dresses. They don’t…I don’t…we’re not compatible,” Rachel steered away from the dress shop that Seoul was about to enter.
Seoul grabbed her arm. “Oh come on, I wasn’t there the last time, and apparently you found one that you liked!”
Mizuki pushed Rachel inside the store, laughing. “Pick a blue one, it suits her!”
Rachel groaned, and followed them into the store.

The shop assistant bowed. “Annyeonghaseyo!”
The three girls bowed back. “Annyong!”
“Are you looking for something?” the assistant asked.
Seoul smiled. “We’re looking for a dress,”
Rachel stared at the array of different styles and colours, and immediately looked towards the exit.
“Any particular style or colour?”
Mizuki and Seoul looked at each other, while Rachel glared at the both of them.
“Blue. Knee length please!” Mizuki replied, and the assistant walked off, with the three close behind. Rachel groaned, and tried to go towards the exit.
“Oh come on pabo, let’s go.” Seoul pushed her further away from the exit.
“I swear, I am going to kill you guys!” Rachel replied, and stopped struggling letting the assistant hold dresses against her body.

***

By the time Rachel got home, it was late. As soon as they got out of the store, they continued to take her to more shops, and Rachel became robotic to the numerous dresses given to her. She closed the door behind, her, and walked towards the kettle, filling it up and turning it on. She grabbed a packet of Ramen from the cupboard, and prepared it in the bowl. She turned the radio on , dulling out the silence, and walked up to her room, dumping her bag on the floor. She went down again, poured the hot water into the bowl, walked out of the kitchen.

Her phone started to ring, and she pulled it out, realising it was just a message. She opened it.
Are you home yet? I’m going to be a couple more hours before I can get out
-Mum

Rachel hit the reply button, and started typing.
I just got home. School was closed today so I went out. You’ll be three if you’re taking the train home Ma. I’ll see you soon.

She took the bowl of Ramen, grabbed a pair of chopsticks, and walked towards the desktop computer, turning it on. The internet was faster here than on her laptop. Her homepage opened, and it was just regular news.

Nothing about Jonghyun.

She sighed, and went onto her email to pass the time.

-THE NEXT DAY-

Tae Kwon Do was harder than usual, as her knee was still playing up. If it continued like this, then she’d have to quit.
The thought of quitting reminded her of him. She locked the house up and walked to school, running into Mizuki and Jung-Hwa on the way.
“Annyong,” Rachel waved.
They both waved back, and Rachel noticed that Jung-Hwa was holding two bags.
They were holding hands too.
“I'm still not forgiving you for yesterday.” Rachel stated confidently.
“What? I'm sure you enjoyed it. Come on, that dress was nice.”
“What dress?” Rachel replied.
“Don’t be silly Rachel. The blue one that we saw.” Mizuki laughed.
Rachel shook her head, while Jung-Hwa laughed lightly.
“Be that way, silly. I know you liked it!”

Rachel twisted her lips. “Yeah, yeah.”

As soon as they entered the gates, a certain person was waiting there. It wasn’t Seoul like Rachel expected, although she did rush to them as soon as she saw them, but it was someone else.

Jonghyun? What's he doing at school? Rachel contemplated running home. Seoul, Mizuki and Jung-Hwa looked at Rachel who was pale.

“You alright?” Seoul asked.
“…I'm fine. Let’s just go inside.” Rachel started to walk, heading for the far side of the gate, as far away from Changjo as possible.
Changjo saw her approaching the gate, and started to walk towards her.
“Ah , he’s coming here.” Rachel whispered.
“Rachel!” Changjo called.

The others looked at her, and decided to walk ahead.
“Good luck,” Mizuki held her shoulder quickly, before walking away with the others.
Rachel stopped, and waited for Changjo to come to her.
“I haven’t seen you in awhile,” Changjo began.
“…you…made it.” Rachel managed to say.
Changjo smiled; hearing her voice was a relief.
“Yeah. Did you see the article?”
She nodded.
Changjo’s smile fell just as fast as it arrived.
“Still not speaking to me?” he asked.
“I can speak…” Rachel said, assuring herself.
“Why did you run?”
Rachel felt herself go red. Was it embarrassment? Was it happiness? She didn’t know.
“Because…”
Changjo waited for her answer.
“I haven’t seen you dance before. It was a new thing for me,” she said.

Changjo’s smile returned.
“Are you waiting for our debut?” Changjo grinned.
“Maybe…” she replied.
The bell rang, and everyone started to move.
“I’ll see you later?” Changjo asked.
“In 4 months, Jonghyun?” she asked back.
Changjo felt different at the sound of his real name.  
“In 4 months then.” He replied.

She began to walk away, leaving Changjo alone at the gates.