Spring Day *On Hold*

Thirteen

"Okay so maybe falling isn't going to be the best way to figure out how to dance." You said sighing loudly, helping me up for about the hundredth time.

"I'm sorry! I told you that I couldn't dance." I looked up at you and your clearly frustrated face.

We had been in the dance studio for hours and we hadn't gotten far. I was tripping over my feet, stomping on yours. If I wasn't falling, I was pushing you down.

It was complete chaos and utter failure.

That was saying the absolute least.

"You just have to focus and get out of your head."

I walked to the bench by the walls.

"We haven't even started making the dance. You can't give up yet!" You yelled after me.

"Exactly! We haven't even started making the dance. You're just showing me basic moves! How the hell do you think we can do this!?"

I laid my back against the bench fanning myself with my hand, a leg on each side and a water bottle underneath my neck.

"It's your attitude that's making you screw up so much." You said sitting down beside the bench.

"Oh fuck off with the higher power encouragements. Some people just can't dance. That's just life." I huffed out a breath.

"Sit up."

"No. I'm not dancing."

"Sit up."

"No."

"Sit up!"

"No!"

My yelling was cut off when the feeling of two strong hands wrapping around my upper arms startled me. I was pulled up into a sitting position.

"Why don't you ever just listen!?" You yelled before tossing me another bottle of water.

You slipped a pair of sweat pants on before slipping your backpack around your shoulders.

"Where are you going!?"

You sighed, slipping your sneakers back on.

"Home? It's like 6:00pm and I'm hungry."

"What happened to not giving up?" I mumbled, stumbling to pack myself up.

"I'm not giving up. I'm refuelling. I can't teach you if I'm dead." You yelled walking through the door.

I was frustrated and upset.

I knew this wasn't going to work and your constant encouragement made me feel even worse.

I looked down at my buzzing phone before answering the call.

"You're not a bad dancer. You have potential. A-Yeong, stop being so scared. You're stuck in your head thinking about what will happen when you fail. If you stop overthinking everything you won't fail. Maybe we just need to trust each other more. I'm confident that you can do this. You've got more talent then you can see. I promise."

I heard your voice speaking calmly as I walked out of the studio.

I saw you standing there waiting outside the exit, smile wide on your face.

I hung up the phone before walking towards you.

"Thought you were leaving Jimin."

"I figured you'd be hungry too." You said as your arm folded around me, dragging me away.

You were always dragging me away.

Always walking so fast, never stopping to see anything.

What were you running from Jimin?

A/N: Unedited

Hello everyone.

Surprise! I'm not dead.

I know it's been a while and I'm so sorry.
AP tests are taking there toll on me, prom is next week, finals the following week, and oml I'm still failing 3/5 classes.

Updates are going to be really slow until summer starts up and for that I apologize.

I promise I won't put this book on hold but I will only be able to update once in a while.

I hope you all understand.

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~Kookachue