I looked around to an environment it's the first time for me. Not a fresh breath of air because I really never wanted to be, never thought of going into a place like this.
But I needed.

It's been a week since I saw Jung Yonghwa, and I felt I'm wasting too much time on playing hooky. I need to do what I need to do. I'll stop thinking about my Mom.
And with Norie Lee, she's been so caring to me. I never know her agenda, but I think there is, really. 
It feels that Mom doesn't like her, I don't know, they are already that old but Mom still stand for competition. She's always been like that. 

I'm actually walking on the national team's training ground, specifically on the national team of basketball training ground. 
For the first time, I'm wearing a simple shirt and my faded skinny jeans. The worst is that I'm wearing a chuck taylor shoes - Not impressive for a ballerina.
I smirked, I'm not a ballerina anymore. I feel like a simple girl like those girls who lurked at malls and parks.
But I feel uncomfortable, I still prefer the ballerina Shinhye. But not going to happen anymore.

I felt someone ruffled my hair. I felt irritated. 

"What are you doing here? How come are you here?" I saw Woobin grinning at me. "You're not supposed to be here, you are not an athlete."

"I was." I cleared my throat.

"Is ballerina counted as athlete?" He asked. "Athletes sweat, ballerinas don't." 

I turned backwards, I don't like talking to this Woobin, he simply irritates me. He is always everywhere, I don't think that he's really a national player because I think he's going to be more like celebrity. 

"I know where Jung Yonghwa is~" He grinned again. 

I stopped.  

"Gotcha, Park Shinhye." 

"Who told you to say my name?" I raised my left eyebrow. "Where is he?" He step closer and clung to my shoulders, his broad shoulders for heaven's sake. It's so heavy! "Can you stop doing that?!" I shouted. 

"Let's go to Jung Yonghwa." He simply dragged me, I don't have the power to loose myself, well even I tried. 

***

"Jung Yonghwa!" Woobin shouted, we are on, I don't know how to describe it but - it's more like an abandoned court. I don't if it is, but the floor needs some polishing, the ring seems falling apart and the bleachers are seriously badly have dusts. 

I found the guy and seems that he's fixing some, I don't know what are those. 

It is Jung Yonghwa. He can walk now, no wheel chair and no bruises. He seems completely different. I find him calmer now, too calm yet dangerous. It's odd. 

"You have a fan here." Woobin shouted again.

I knocked his arm. "I'm not a fan." I whispered. 

Jung Yonghwa looked to us, I smiled. He's still completely at the end of the court so greeting him doesn't make sense since he can't hear us. I saw him carrying a big bag, approaching us. 

"Hello." I greeted him, when he is one step away from me.

I got nothing in return.
He passed just like that. 

I felt so disappointed on his action. Didn't he saw me?
Oh God, he's really evil. 

"I thought you know each other." Woobin sighed. "What's that?" 

"Who said?!" I smirked at Woobin.

"Where are you going?" He asked me when I tried to get away. 

"You don't care." 

"When people saw you lurking here, they'll be thrilled because we are all men here." He chuckled. "Be careful, but don't worry I'll watch over you." He run to me and ruffled my hair again. 

***

This court reminds me of my training room. I felt so wrong when I sad bad words,  because it is similar to mine. It maybe have dusty surroundings but I can feel the energy coming from the floor. Just like mine. 
Woobin finally left me, but he said he'll still keep an eye at me. It didn't feel weird but it's really the first looking out for me. Even for a little, it made me happy. 

I was surprised when I saw a familiar build of body - Jung Yonghwa.
He actually came back. 
Maybe he remembered me. 

I followed him, he is fixing his things. I don't know why. 

"Jung Yonghwa~" The same tone I'm voicing when we're still in the hospital. 

He looked at me. His eyes looked different, not the eyes I'm seeing back when we were in the hospital. They looked calm, but dangerous. 

"Please leave, or I'll call the security." He said, coldly. 

I was shocked, he's completely a different person. He is cold and quiet - completely opposite from the guy who technically saved me that night. 

I smirked. "Don't tell me you forgot me already?" 

He didn't respond. 

"I might call the security also, you're not a player anymore. Why are you here?!" I asked him, raging. 

He zipped his bag. "I'm not a player anymore, I know." He grabbed his bag and left me. I just realized that he's fixing his things for his departure. 

"Jung Yonghwa! Wait!" I rushed to him. 

"Why are you here?!" He shouted. 

He shouted at me. That's the first time. My pain I'm earning because of him nearly burst on my chest. He's such an evil person. He caused my pain, yes, I still blame him.
And I'm going to get my revenge.
If he didn't bumped on my freakin car, maybe no one will know even myself that I can't dance anymore. 
So it is his fault. All his fault. 

"I'm here because of you!" I shouted back. He must not leave this place, I want him to feel out of place. I want him to feel that this place where he called home doesn't belong to him anymore. I want him to feel that certain pain that leads to the weakening of his veins. I want him slowly dying. 

"Liar." He smirked. "Go away." 

Liar. Yes, Jung Yonghwa, I'm a liar.
And you don't know what I'm capable of.