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What Is LoveAuthor's Note:
Hello! In the last chapter I told you guys that I'd try to update all chapters by today, but I think that won't happen because I might annoy you all with my updates, lol.
The chapters are really short so far, but they will get longer. I promise!
Either than that, please note that this chapter is a flashback of when she started to "stalk" Jongin, lol. I just thought I should let you guys know how it all started out. (:
Minhee's POV
It was a rainy day. I was walking home from school, and the route that I usually took on the way home was blocked. I decided that it wouldn't hurt to take the longer route, so that's exactly what I did.
I honestly would've never thought that it would've effected me so much.
On the way home, I heard loud music playing. The music was the type of music that I listened to. The song was a slow song, and it was one of my most favorite songs ever.
I followed the sound of where the music was coming from, and it lead me to this old dance studio that was around the corner. I looked through the window. Fortunately, the window was cracked open just enough so that I could see everything that was going on in the dance studio.
There was a dark-haired boy there. No one else was in there but him. He was dancing so gracefully and he looked so beautiful that it was mesmerizing. I loved seeing the way his body moved to the beat of the song. I loved the way his body moved. I loved everything about his dancing.
I didn't need to know his name. All I needed was to see him dance, and it made me feel happy on the inside.
I continued to watch him dance, and I felt my heart beating at an abnormally fast rate. I just didn't understand what it was about him whenever he danced, but he truly looked like he was at peace.
Ever since that day, I would always return. I would always return to that same dance studio just to see him dance. Much to my surprise, everytime that I came, he would be there. The same slow song would be playing, and the window would still be cracked open.
I wondered if this was what he liked to do in his free time. He looked like he had so much passion for dancing, and it was really touching. I could feel the emotion that he tried to put into his moves.
I wanted to know so much more about him, but I honestly didn't know what to do. So I didn't do anything. I just continued to stare at him from the window, and I continued to watch him dance. He never said a word to me, and whenever he turned off the music, I would immediately run off.
I thought that he didn't notice me watching him.
But, I was wrong.
Really wrong.
Very wrong.
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