Hidden Love

Chapter 1

The tasselled locks of my hair push into my face while my feet guide me through the already open doors of the vast studio room. My attempt to flick my locks out of my eyes almost becomes comical when my friends notice my struggle of disarray hair, and my hands full of a half-eaten breakfast, to point out teasingly like I didn't already know about the current war my eyes are having with the pointed tips of my hair.

Nonchalantly and teasingly I shush my friends about my endeavour while placing my backpack on the floor along with all the other belongings of my friends; the half-eaten breakfast gets placed on a table just next to the messy pile of coats and bags. Turning my back on my belongings and breakfast, I skip happily over to my friends to in turn give them each a hug.

"What took you so long?" Sunghoon asks with a smirk creeping at the corner of his lips.

"Couldn't decide what I wanted for breakfast," I respond quickly and as a matter of fact while pulling away from the hug of my last friend.

"I don't think they would be pleased to know you were late because of breakfast," Sunghoon teases again, but I playfully shush him again.

"Have they already checked in on you?" I ask my group to which all of them shake their heads before embarking on their own conversations with each other.

Cocking my head to the side, I give a piercing, but playful, look to Sunghoon to which I get his hand in my face as a response to shut me up. He knows the look all too well to know that I'm saying I'm in the clear since he's received that look one too many times.

Swatting his hand from my face, I'm about to ask when practice starts when the tour director, choreographer and the stars of the show come bustling in through the open white double doors. Everyone greeted each other cheerfully and loudly as well as respectfully with a few bows thrown at each other. My eyes land and scan each of the nine faces that have turned up and I feel myself getting nervous for today's practice. Nevertheless, a group warm-up session starts to begin after the young seven men have placed their belongings onto the floor to add to the messy pile.

In the process of stretching my arms above my head, I remember my forgotten breakfast to glance over my shoulder to it to see two of the seven men have taken an interest in the abandoned fresh food while the other five find an empty spot to stand in and begin stretching; more quiet greetings get passed to us by J-Hope, but I am much more focused on making sure my breakfast doesn't get stolen right in front of my eyes. 

An unknowing frown performs across my features when I notice that Jimin is poking at the wrapping while Jungkook looks over his shoulder at it. Like he could feel my stare baring into them, Jungkook glances over into the room before making solid eye contact with me. A non-verbal statement has been said by my features making Jungkook realize who the food belongs to. Jimin's poking finger gets slapped away from the food by Jungkook's tattooed hand causing Jimin to look over his shoulder at him. Jungkook's mouth moves, but I cannot tell what he's saying since he is speaking in his native tongue. Nevertheless, Jimin looks into the room before his eyes graciously lock onto mine, an apologetic look sweeps across his face before he bends into an apologetic bow to me. I send a hurried bow back to him before facing the front to see that everyone has moved into a bent-over position to stretch the back of our legs. A hot hue comes across my cheeks when I realize, but thankfully hadn't been noticed, I have been holding my arms above my head for the entire time.

Almost pulling my leg muscles apart, I quickly bend over to join the rest of the group's formation just as I feel a body moving past behind me. Instinctively I look up and into the studio mirrors only to catch Jungkook red-handed eyeing my bum, Jimin also catches him and swats him on the arm with a smirk written over his lips producing a cheeky scoff from the younger. However, they both move across the room to stand feet apart and join in the stretching session. I hadn't even noticed that my eyes continued looking at Jungkook until our eyes meet in the mirror. Standing up straight, since the back-of-the-leg stretching has been complete, I look away from Jungkook's stare quickly only to become embarrassed and fiddle with the hem of my t-shirt. However, I felt like I could still feel his eyes on me and just out of pure curiosity alone, I glance back at him to see that he has shifted his eyes to the girl standing behind me. She hasn't noticed his stare, but that only allows him to eye her for a little longer before everyone's attention is called by the choreographer.