"Yah! Better do it properly. I don't want to get in trouble because of you. And if you don't do it properly, you know what will happen"

I looked down at the floor. These girls would never leave me alone. Every single day. Skipping the chorus to meet with their "boyfriend" and leaving me alone to do it all by myself.

I am a junior. Five month old junior.

Rocky is a senior. Five month old senior.

Rocky is one year older than me.

So I am a dongsaeng {younger}.

Anyway moving on.

Our school which is the old building in middle of all the modern building stood out like a sore thumb. It was an old school, been here for more than 10 years.

I am the new junior. Unlike my other school, this school has a rule. That is to make the student clear up their form class as well the dance room where only "special" people can enter.

And as usual the others have left their cleaning to me. So I will be doing both of the room all by myself. Something which is not new.

Ding. Dong.

That's the bell for the end of the day.

Let's do well today..

The room which was dull and full of students suddenly got empty as the minute went by leaving me. Not alone obviously because I have broom and dust pan. I feel like Cinderella except the fact that no Prince Charming is going to save me.

Nearly an hour has past and I am still not done. I still have to clean the board and go the dance room.

I placed the board rubber back in its place and headed toward the dance room which is all the way at the end of the hallway. No one is here. It's only me and the empty ro.....

I need you girl neon areumdawo

I need you girl neomu chagawo

I need you girl (I need you girl)

I need you girl I need you girl.

-{BTS | I need you}

Wait, someone is here......but who?

Who is practising so late?

As I got closer, my heart started to pound more.

Every step that I took was making my stomach feel weird. I hated this feeling but deep inside somewhere I liked it.

I took a peak through the stainless glass and saw the brown hair which swayed with the beat. Breathe which was painting hard. Forehead which was covered with sweat.

Before I know what I was doing I walked in with the broom in one hand and a voice which was so loud and clear that I am quite shocked that it was even my voice:

"You dance like a butterfly"

Those 5 words changed my life.

Because I felt something that I never felt before.