We practiced nonstop for about two and a half hours. I was exhausted. Glancing around, I saw that everyone else was struggling just as much.
The choreography teacher must have thought we looked very tired so he called for a 10 minute break.Seventeen Some people collapsed in that state, while others drank water.
I sat on a chair, replenishing my energy. One of the Seventeen members glanced at me. I felt the stares, but I pretended not to notice.
But then people who were looking at me out of the corner of their eyes started talking about me.
"Haha, what's so hard about that?"
"Yeah, this is the height of shamelessness."
"Every time I see it, I feel disgusted."
"Just looking at the ashes makes me feel so wronged."
I was annoyed. My fists clenched. I sighed. I tried to calm myself down as much as possible. But he continued to tease me, either because he knew I was in such a bad mood or because he simply didn't have the slightest clue.
Eventually, I couldn't hold back the anger inside me and ended up venting it out.
"hey"
"what?"
"Yeah, right"
"How dare you say that to someone older than you"
"You're being a jerk. So you're openly talking bad about people in front of them? If you're gossiping, it's not like I'm a dad, but I can't stand it when you do it in front of me. Seriously, since I'm holding back, you're getting a lot of bullshit. Damn it."
I spewed out words at a rapid pace. It felt like something inside me was being released. Looking at Seventeen's expressions, it was quite amusing. They were all dumbfounded.
I snorted and sat back down. As I sat down, the choreographer came in. Sensing the chill in the air, he tried to lighten the mood.
"Kids, why is the atmosphere so down? Come on, everyone, wake up and let's practice again!"
"yes~"
As soon as the choreography teacher finished speaking, everyone started to get up, swaying. I also got up from my chair and did some stretching. Just as the choreography teacher was about to start practice, the phone rang.
I saw the choreography teacher approaching the ringing phone, and it was hers. She answered the phone, and I could see her frown growing ever more intense.
The choreographer gathered his clothes and cellphone, asked Kwon Soon-young to practice the choreography, and then left. We were momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events, but quickly came to our senses and stood in the formation the choreographer had instructed us to practice.
Perhaps because Seventeen is famous for their sharp choreography, the dancing was definitely intense, but it wasn't so intense that I couldn't do it. While dancing, I felt a sharp pain in my ankle and ended up twisting it and falling over.
When I fell, Hoshi turned off the song and looked at me as I stood. The other members looked at me too. I rolled my eyes and looked at their faces. Some were laughing, while others had blank expressions.
Hoshi looked down at me and spoke with a mocking smile.
"Hey, aren't you doing it properly?"
"....."
"Do it right"
As soon as Hoshi finished speaking, he turned away again. I bit my lip, barely able to get my aching feet up, and prepared again. Perhaps he saw me in the mirror, he turned on the song again.
I danced. I barely ignored the pain in my ankles as I danced. Suddenly, a pain struck my head. It was so intense that it instantly erased the pain in my ankles.
Suddenly, my vision began to blur. The world spun, then I heard a thud and felt a pain in my head. That was the last thing I remembered.