"can I have your hand in this dance?" he bowed and raised his left hand for her to hold, looking up to her with his usual loathsome smirk.
she pretended to think, "hmm... what if I say no-"
"oh come on, my back's aching, just hold my hand already...
a/n: just a filler chapter so this gna be lame zzz
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btw ive been reading a daniel fic and the author seems to be taking some of my ideas here. kinda triggered :(( please don't do so
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3rd Person POV:
"Hello~" Dayeon beamed as she pushed the door of the practice room open, revealing the trainees of class B inside.
She scanned their faces, meeting gazes with Daniel. She nodded at him, making him bow another time. Goodness, they can't get any more awkward than this. As she locked gazes with Lee Woojin instead, a bright smile was hooked on her lips, the other trainees could only stare at Woojin with jealously, what was something that he had but they didn't do that Dayeon would like him so much?
Daniel was definitely the most confused, thinking why would she choose a fourteen-year-old over himself— yes, his jealous self was coming back.
Jaesung clapped his hands, "Let's start with practicing 'Pick Me' shall we?"
"Nae."
Jaesung played the verse once as he demonstrated the dance with Dayeon doing the same beside him.
From the mirrors reflection, it was evidently showing that many were falling behind. Jaesung furrowed his eyebrows as Jaehwan missed the same move for he third time in the row.
