[Heawon POV]

I run straight to my dorm, changing clothes and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. I quickly retie my hair into a neat ponytail and head back out. I can’t believe I fell asleep in the dance studio again. And I overslept! What the hell? Not once in my life have I overslept until now. I growl in frustration as I head out YG High and start my laps. Now I’m keeping the boys from learning something new. Our schedule is going to be pushed back thanks to my stupid sleep. I need to run faster today…

After eighteen minutes, I job back inside the building. I throw away my empty water bottle on the way in as I wipe my forehead pointlessly. I’m sweating bullets and my heartbeat is beating every second. I need more water. But I don’t stop walking until I reach my dorm. I check my watch, 7:30 a.m. I quickly go inside my dorm, screaming at the sight in the living room.

I press my hand against my chest, calming my rapid heartbeat. “Yah!”

“Sorry.” Seungri sheepishly says, rising up from the couch and walking over to me. He brings his hand up, carrying a first aid kit. “Come with me.” He starts walking towards my bathroom.

I scoff. Talk about making yourself at home. I scrunch my nose up at him childishly as I follow him. Jeez, this boy is rubbing off on me. Stupid childish acts. “Why are you here? You’re supposed to be practicing.” I say, suddenly realizing.

He places the kit on the counter and pats the table. “Sit.” He commands.

He’s not even looking at me! I take in a deep breath and file my anger away for now. I’m not having a good morning as it is… Instead, I start to pull myself up the table. A sharp pain shoots up on both of my arms and I let out a hiss. I close my eyes and touch my left and right arms. Now I understand Seungri’s intentions. I completely forgot about my wounds. Crap. All the boys must have seen it.

My eyes snap open as I feel warm, strong hands on my waist. My eyes land on Seungri, but he’s avoiding my eyes by looking down. I feel my eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. What’s up with him? Right away, he lets go once he sets me on the tabletop. He opens the kit and grabs one of my wrists. He raises my hand up to examine my bruised arm.

“Um,” I drag out, still confused with his tense mood. “It’s just a bruise. It’ll heal.”

His head snaps up and he meets my eyes steadily, intensely. He raises my arm up higher. “Is this what you call a bruise? Did you even look at it?” He says, almost shouting. My eyes widen at the suddenness and I prevent myself from gasping. My jaw drops and I can’t utter a single word out. I gape at him. He scoffs and looks back down, lowering my arm to his eye level.

I watch him aid my arms, shutting my mouth a minute later. Does he has PMS or something? He’s getting mad at me for nothing. I feel him rub my wounds with alcohol. I flinch and quietly hiss under my breath. Seungri scoffs once more, shaking his head. Sheepishly, I take a glance at my arms. I bite my bottom lip as I analyze the damage I put on myself.

I didn’t know I pushed myself that hard last night. Did I really have to practice that move to the point where I earned cuts and blood on my arms? I don’t even remember what I was thinking most of the night. I was driven with determination to the point where I injured myself. For God’s sake, I might’ve put my whole dancing career on the line! I nibble on my bottom lip and look down at my lap, staying still the rest of the time Seungri treats my arms.

Do I really still have to work on that trick?

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Clap! Clap! Clap!

“Alright. Show me. Start music.” I announce, standing tall in front of the boys. The music starts off instantly with Seunghyun’s rap, beats pounding throughout the whole room. I count repetitively on each step. One, two, one, two, three, four.

I squint, focusing on each of them once more. I continue to analyze them until they get to the middle of the song. I stop the music. Now, I have to work on the rest of the choreography. But first…

“Jiyong,” I call out. He snaps his head up at me in alarm. “You’re missing something at one point. You’re just focusing too much on the others that you don’t know what you’re doing. Focus on yourself. The others will do fine with me here.”

I repeat one sequence to him, showing him that he has to do something here. I know he can dance; he just won’t let it shine since he’s worrying about the others too much. “Freestyle it.” I tell him. “I’m pretty sure you can do that.” I walk around, facing YoungBae. “Work on your position. Everything is good except you need to have a good accuracy on where you’re going to end up on stage and between your friends.”

He nods, clearly thinking about it already. I pass by him and nod at Daesung. I pat his arm. “Doing good so far. Nothing to be improved today.” Daesung smiles his cheery smile and thanks me. I stand in front of Seungri, our eyes meeting. He stares back at me with a blank stare. I mentally wince. I still don’t understand why he’s acting so indifferent to me. It’s strange.

On our way back to the dance studio, he never said a word to me. He never even made eye contact with me. I absolutely have no idea what’s gotten into him.

“What are you planning on saying to me?” He suddenly snaps quietly.

“Yah! Lee Seunghyun! How dare you talk to—“ Jiyong shouts.

“Don’t let foul emotions get to your dance. It brings the worst in every move you make.” I cut Jiyong off, my voice hard and steady. I clench my hands into fists, feeling my body tense. I don’t need another jerk ruining my days. My past with Chansung being on my mind is enough to keep me frustrated.

“Foul emotions,” He breathes. He bitterly chuckles. “I guess constantly hurting yourself over some stupid damned competition between an ex isn’t foul.”

Seungri huffs under his breath before turning around and exiting the studio. I stand in my place, rigid. I close my eyes and feel my blood boil… But at the same time, I feel my heart slow down. I suddenly felt like crying in frustration. I flinch when someone’s hand lands on my shoulder.

“We’re so sorry about Seungri. He’s not in a good mood today, which results him into being a brat. He didn’t mean that. I don’t know why he’s being like that today…” Seunghyun softly says.

I turn around, swallowing my heartache and frustration for now. “No, it’s alright. It’s—“

“He’s just worried about you.” Jiyong interrupts me, staring at the bandages wrapped on my arms.