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***

Arena tried to listen through the soundproof door, but couldn't obviously hear anything nor any signs of life coming from inside.

"I hope they aren't killing each other," muttered Arena and stepped to the side, leaning her back against the wall next to the door. A plastic bag tangled from her lean, manicured fingers.

"If it really mattered to you that much then why didn't you text me again? Why didn't you try!?" Naha's face was fuming as she stood face to face with Wonho, of course Naha being like 6 inches shorter she had to look up to reach his eyes.

They were both very worked up.

"Oh yeah!? I was trying to respect your decision! I had no idea what had happened to you. For all I knew you could have been dead!!"

"Well clearly I wasn't. You would have known had you tried to contact me!"

Wonho rolled his eyes and took a step forward causing Naha to take a step back.

"How dare you blame me for this? You're the one who cut me off!"

"Yeah? You think I wanted to do it!?"

"Then why did you?!" Sparks flew from his eyes as he breathed heavily.

Naha looked away from his eyes and sighed deeply before continuing.

"Because of Arena. And Kihyun. Don't get me wrong, I'm not blaming them, hell how could I blame my best friend and your best friend for our troubles?" She scoffed quietly, "They stopped talking, did you know? Their contact ended. Just like that." She snapped her fingers once on the words 'like that'.

Wonho bit his lip and didn't respond, allowing the small girl in front of him to continue.

"And you saw them. At the hotel. You saw how they clicked, I was just there because Arena hadn't wanted to come alone, I mean how do you go to meet up with a stranger alone? You don't."

"But we weren't strangers..!" started Wonho, Naha quickly making him shut up.

"Yes you were, we might have been your fans and met you once at the fanmeeting, but ultimately you were strangers to us. And guys, who, I might add, were and STILL ArE years older than us!"

"Age is just a number, Naha. I'm only 4 years older than you," shot Wonho back, making Naha pinch the bridge of her nose. "You aren't getting my point here."

Wonho scowled and looked away.

Naha sighed, "So the only reason, you and I," she motioned between them with her index finger, "ever even had a chance to get to know each other, is only because my friend brought me along and your friend called you into the lobby. So when their contact ended, it seemed unfair of ours to continue." She looked him straight in the eyes.

Wonho wasn't actually that mad at her, dumbstruck and in disbelief yes but he wasn't furious. He did feel betrayed and annoyed and okay a little sour. And yeah, he had been even more pissed before when he hadn't known the circumstances and gotten worked up at Naha even daring to talk to him after she had just dumped him. But now? He felt betrayed, his flaming blood slowly BUT NOT COMPLETELy starting to chill.

"So what you are saying, is that you didn't cut me off because I wasn't good enough or you didn't want me anymore, but because you felt you were being unfair to Arena?

Did you ever even care about me? Or was it all just a game to you?"

Naha let out a nervous laugh, "How could you think that! You were this powerful, sexy, handsome celebrity who liked talking and was generally interested in me. How could I not have felt anything for you?"

"Huh, a convenient way of showing it then," scoffed Wonho in disbelief, his back muscles tightening at the harshness of his voice.

Naha pressed her lips tightly together, wondering what the hell was she supposed to say next. How was she supposed to fix this? It might have been for Arena but at the end of the day Naha had still been the one to make the call. Her fingers had been the ones to stop texting.

"Will you ever forgive me?" Her voice broke as she tried to keep it together. There was a chance that he might never forgive her, and if so then she was just going to have to accept it. She couldn't undo the hurt she had caused him, but if there was a way to, Naha would have wanted to fix it. She was only worried if Wonho would want the same. Confronting him had been so much harder than she had thought.

But.

Do you guys really think, that his own feelings for Naha would fade with 3 weeks? Hell no.

Was he going to ignore them because of what she had done? Hell yea.

I mean, you can hate and despise the person who left you all you want, feel all mushy and sad and depressed. But you wouldn't feel, any of this anger, this sadness, none of it, if you didn't actually have any feelings for the person. Of course, Wonho still felt cheated and kinda sad that this had happened and it was hard to accept, but somewhere deep inside he tried to understand Naha's motives and where she was coming from.

This had been bigger than him, bigger than Naha and bigger than both of them. But that didn't mean he was going trust her again anytime soon. Surpressing and ignoring his feelings had been easier when Naha had been back in America. Thinking he hated her had also been easier that way. But what was he supposed to do now? Be this Jack Frost with a heart of ice and give Naha the cold shoulder? Just ignore her like that?

His mind was running in circles at the conflict of his heart and his brain.

I guess time was just going to have to tell.

The door opened, as they stood there, Naha wiping her cheekbones dry with the long sleeve of her sweatshirt, Wonho's own eyes quite red, but dry, the veins in his neck clearly visible from the tension.

"HEy, I told you that we can't go inside, he needs time to practice!!" squealed Arena and tried to tug Kihyun back from the door but it was too late as he had already managed to reach the cold metal handle.

"20 minutes is up already!" answered Kihyun back, as he stepped inside and stopped immediately after seeing Naha still standing in front of Wonho, Arena staggering into him from behind and hitting her head hard against Kihyun's shoulder blades. Those things were sharp a f. She cursed under her breath, not actually entirely getting the entire situation.

Kihyun turned around swiftly, so that suddenly Arena's eyes were facing his chest instead of his back.

"On second thought maybe we should just go back outside," stammered Kihyun very quickly, anxiety in his voice, eyes wide and started stepping forward, making Arena in return take steps back and out of the door.

"I tried to tell you," growled Arena through her teeth, suddenly aware of how close they happened to be to each other. Their chests were almost touching. Both of which hid and protected inside strong beating hearts with the pulse of over 100.

"Yeah, well then you should have been more clear!" whispered Kihyun back hastily as Arena stepped to the side, away from him, almost tripping over her own shoelace that had come undone.

"It's okay, you can come inside," said Wonho loud enough for everyone to hear, his own voice on the verge of cracking, Naha already back on the couch, hiding her red embarrassed cheeks behind her silver MacBook Air. She knew very well that this wasn't over, but under no means wanted she to be the project of Wonho's frustration ever again. At least in this life.

"What are you guys doing?" said Minhyuk, annoyance in his voice as he pushed Kihyun back inside with one hand, Arena the other, guiding them forward from the smalls of their backs, "stop blocking the damn road and go back inside."

They both stumbled in awkwardly, squinting at each other, Arena taking off in the direction of the music system. She glanced once at Wonho, who caught her eyes, understanding the real reason that Arena had asked him to step out in the first place.

Wonho actually had no right to be mad at Arena or his group member. Technically they hadn't even done anything wrong. Arena had always been nice to Wonho and even considerate enough to give the solo part to him. But knowing that they had played a part in his and Naha's drama, how could he still look at Arena like she had had nothing to do with it?

(wonhoe and nancy's dramaRAMA HAH okay im sorry please continue)

Something popped up in Wonho's mind as his eyes widened and he reluctantly jogged to stand next to Arena, who was putting down the plastic bag that she had been holding the past 15 minutes.

"Arena, we didn't get to practice together at all," spoke Wonho, keeping his frusturation at the world and everything and everyone barely under control. Arena turned her head, her hair flying straight into her eyes. She sputtered some out as she tried to get them away from her freaking eyes, then finally speaking to the person in front of her. Maybe it hadn't been such a fabulous idea to wear her hair down today.

"You and I both know how well we dance and how good we can do this. And I think you kinda needed to know the things only she could've told you," she indicated at Naha's barely visible hat. Wonho started to turn back as Arena said, so silently that Wonho almost didn't hear her, "I'm so sorry."

He didn't turn his head to answer, "There is nothing you need to be sorry for."

Wonho stayed silent the rest of the way as he jogged back to stand next to his friends.

"Did it not go well?" wondered Arena in her mind before continuing to deal with the last dance practice she was supposed to give. The music video shoot wasn't so far in the future any more

"OKAY ARE WE READY?" sounded Arena's clear voice throughout the room, as she tried to establish the order that was supposed to be followed. That also meant not speaking when the instructor was, which is exactly what everyone, except for the silent girl on the sofa, was doing.

The room filled with silence as everyone carefully turned their attention back to Arena, the current boss and leader of this particular studio.

"Are we ready?" repeated Arena, her eyes sliding over the teams and stopping momentarily on Wonho. No trace of emotion could be seen on his face as the war went on inside of him. Arena swallowed and took her notebook, ready to take notes on any mistakes or things that could be done better but also to mark up things that were done exceptionally well.

"Who wants to be first?" asked Arena as she took a seat in front of the mirror with her legs crossed, sharpie uncapped and ready with the notebook lying open on her knee that was bruised from practicing and working out. This is something that very often happened to dancers as some moves required getting down on your knees or moving on the floor.

Hyungwon and Shownu raised their hands, faces full of pride and confidence. Of course. 2 of the dance line's pairing up was no surprise.

"Okay, others come sit down and watch with me." Arena wrote down their names, ready to see the level of her students and how good they had picked up her choreography.

She took out the remote from her pocket, Minhyuk sitting down on her left and Kihyun quietly settled down on her right, Arena immediately aware of his body radiating heat right next to her. Wonho decided to plop down fartherest from Arena and the couches.

The action didn't go unnoticed for Arena and it made her swallow again nervously and squeeze her pen a little tighter than before.

Kihyun's eyes glanced at Arena next to him, sitting with her back leaned against the mirror and her fingertips white from holding the black sharpie.

He squeezed his lips together as he lowkey stared at the features of her european face. Arena's curious hazel eyes, the brown in them so little that they were almost completely green. He liked that her eyes were different from his own, it made her look capturing and special.

"Ready?" She held the remote in her left hand, her finger resting on the button that turned the music on, ready to press it.

The two men before her nodded, ready to prove themselves deserving of the "dance line" titles.

"Aannnnnd start," Arena pressed the button, the music starting and the speakers blasting the intro of the song with Jooheon's first few lines.

From the corners of her eyes Arena could see the other members around her moving their heads along with the beat of the music. She made scribbles in her notebook throughout their song. All of her quick notes were in English as it was her second language and the one all of her thoughts were in. Besides, having spoken it for her entire life made it easier as she didn't have to stop and think how to spell or write a word.

The fact also caught Kihyun's eyes when he tried to lean over and read the notes, being surprised to see it wasn't a language he excelled at. His Jo Malone cologne suddenly filled Arena's lungs, making her breath hitch for a second and her eyes struggle to stay focused on her freaking notes and not pull him to her.

Wait, what the hell was she thinking? STOP ACTING LIKE A CLICHÉ AND KEEP WATCHING THE PEOPLE DANCING FOR U

"You okay?" asked Kihyun anxiously as he heard Arena's breath stop for a moment, thinking her life might be in danger and not that she was actually losing her mind over his cologne. She glanced sideways at him for a second. Seeing his concerned look, Arena almost choked on her own saliva, giving him EVEN MORE reason to think that she was actually dying. Arena swiftly clapped a hand over her mouth and waved her other one in front of her face.

"I'm fine, it's nothing," sounded her muffled voice from under her hand. By the time she glanced back, Hyungwon and Shownu were already doing the last beats. Arena cursed herself for getting distracted. When they finished she and everyone else clapped, her hands trembling unnoticedly, he turning his eyes to look at her every once in a while.

Arena coughed, "Minhyuk's team next."

Hyungwon and Shownu ended up being the best, thus winning the special prize Arena had gone to pick up from the miniature convenience store from across the street. 2 triangular gimbaps for both of them. Obviously Arena couldn't leave anyone else out so she also bought small banana milks for everyone in the room, including herself and Naha.

***

Arena took off the hood of her coat as she entered the abandoned building, almost tripping over some debris on the ice cold stone floor.

[why is this girl always tripping and stumbling omfg haha]

Currently it was 6 o'clock in the morning and Arena was basically still sleeping in her long padded black company winter coat. She had a medium cup of steaming black coffee in her bare hands as she walked through the crumbling house.

It had holes for windows and was made of huge stone slabs that in some places were heavily full of colorful graffiti. So many people thought that graffiti was a nuance and bothersome, but Arena thought it was an incredible way of art and self expression.

You know, if it wasn't done illegally by vandalizing buildings or anything.

She tugged her bright orange beanie down lower onto the upper edge of her done brows, the cold December air painting her cheeks and the tip her of nose a rosy red color, almost similar to the color of her hat but not quite the same.

Arena walked through one of the holes in the wall, reaching the filming site.

Yes, you guessed it.

"Stuck" Music Video filming day.

[AYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAY finally omfg]

"Ah miss Arena, glad you could make it," said the producer smilingly as soon as Arena walked up to the tables and halfway set up camera equipment. Around the table were sitting managers, screenwriters and one chair had on her name and title.

"Calder Arena, Choreographer."

She bowed and said her hello's, never forgetting the proper etiquette of politeness, especially if it has such a deep meaning in the country she currently resided in.

She set down her cup and rucksack onto her chair, looking around and only seeing staff setting up filming equipment and some other staff bringing in boxes with hot packs and refreshments and snacks and all of that stuff.

Arena had to be there, as she obviously was the choreographer and the choreography was a big part of the whole video, making up almost 70% of it, the other 30% belonging to shots of the members and the area, plus shots in other settings that would be filmed later in the evening.

These kinds of sets usually took 5-6 hours, as everything had to be done differently and many times, from many various angles and settings.

She looked around, not seeing any of the stylists, hair and makeup nor any of the members themselves. Her breath turned to mist as she breathed out, disappearing into the air before her within a few seconds. Arena stuffed her hands into her pockets and started talking to the producer about what was going to happen.

Arena was supposed to monitor and check the choreography and make changes if needed, also help the director find the best angle to film it from as she was the one who knew it the best and knew from where it looked best.

"I don't see any of the members, are they here already?" Arena looked around, her hands in fists inside the deep pockets of her coat, her fingernails once again cutting into her palms. Damn she should have brought gloves with her.

Next to the tables was a rack with 7 more coats, identical to the one she was wearing. The temperature was about -4 degrees and Arena didn't even want to think about how they were supposed to dance without coats in these temperatures. She still had no idea what they would even wear, she hoped it was going to be something warmer.

The producer kept typing on his laptop, only raising his eyes once to answer Arena, "Probably still with the stylists, they have been here since 5."

Arena picked her cup back up, taking a slow sip, careful not to burn her tongue. She strolled over to the lightning and filming equipment, trying to count all of them in the wide open space they were placed in.

Seven tall and dark figures suddenly walked back through the holes in the walls, all made up and wearing the clothes which had been picked out for shooting. Her expectances were immediately crushed as she saw everyone wearing ripped jeans that were 70% rips and shirts that looked about the same.

Arena still managed to burn her tongue trying to take another sip just as they strode through, making her clap a hand over her mouth, trying to calm the burning sensation tingling on her tongue. The annoying thing about burning your tongue was that it was going to hurt and be uncomfortable for the next few days. Her left hand was still clamped on her mouth, the cup tangling from her right one. She was so busy with creating saliva to cool or do something to make her tongue not hurt, so she didn't see the two guys creeping up behind her.

"Hey, Rena," said the voices in unison making Arena jump.

She turned around to look at them, seeing Jooheon and Minhyuk's handsome smiling faces looking back at her.