Kim Eun-hana, a talented dancer with dreams as vibrant as her midnight eyes, embarks on an exciting journey as she starts attending the prestigious Seoul Dance Academy (SDA) alongside her best friend, Yu Ha-ri. At SDA, Eun-hana's grace and passion f...
Before I start the chapter, here are a couple of Korean words that I might use and some people might not be familiar with them; Sunbae - Senior (this is used for when they don't really know each other that well) Hyung = For older men (used by males) Nonna = For older women (used by males) Unnie = For older women (used by females) Oppa = For older men (used by females) Or maybe they could just say only their name (only when they are that close) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As the two girls walked into their new dorm at Seoul Dance Academy, they were immediately struck by its welcoming atmosphere. The room was bright and airy, with large windows that let in plenty of natural light, offering a view of the lush campus gardens outside. The walls were painted a soothing pastel blue, adorned with motivational posters and dance-themed artwork that added a touch of inspiration. Two neatly made beds stood on opposite sides of the room, each with its own set of soft, colorful bedding and fluffy pillows. A small desk and chair were placed beside each bed, perfect for studying or jotting down choreography notes. In the corner, a spacious wardrobe provided ample space for their dance outfits and personal belongings. A cozy sitting area near the windows featured a couple of bean bags and a low coffee table, inviting them to relax and unwind after a long day of classes. Shelves lined with books, photo frames, and small potted plants added a personalized touch to the room. Eun-hana and Ha-ri exchanged excited glances as they took in their new surroundings, both feeling an immediate sense of comfort and belonging in their new home.
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"It's perfect!" Ha-ri jumped onto one the beds, indicating this was the one she had picked. "Now don't get too comfortable, we still do have to go to the orientation." "I can't get up, it's way too comfy!" Eun-hana laughed and sat on the other bed, suddenly Ha-ri turned to her smirking, "So, what did you think?" "What are you talking about?" Eun-hana's expression changed to a confused look. "Stop it, don't act so clueless!" "No, seriously, what do you mean?" "I'm talking about In-sik Sunbae!" "Okay... what about him?" "Did you not see how he looked at you?!" Ha-ri's voice raised higher in disbelief that her friend didn't even notice the obvious glances given to her by In-sik earlier. "You think every boy I talk to is interested in me though." "Fine, I admit that in the past, I have... falsely accused some boys in liking you.." Eun-hana gave her an unconvincing look, "Some?" "Ok, fine, every boy that talked to you. But this time it's different, I'm telling you!" "Whatever, I have to go pick up our schedule for dance," Eun-hana sprung up, dusting who-knows-what off of her, "Just be ready by the time we have to go to the main hall."
As she steps out of the perfectly lit dorm room, she slowly starts to think about what Ha-ri said about In-sik. 'Could she actually be right, I mean I did notice a few glances here and there..' she thought to her self, but she brushed the thought off, 'No, she says this every time, it won't be different this time.. right?' . Then suddenly, when she wasn't looking where she was going, she bumped straight into a tall figure with broad shoulders. His jet-black hair fell slightly over his forehead, highlighting his piercing grey eyes that seemed to look right through her. Dressed entirely in black, from his oversized hoodie to his polished shoes, he exuded an air of mystery and intensity that was impossible to ignore. The impact caused her to stumble, but his strong hands quickly reached out to steady her, and for a moment, she was lost in the captivating depths of his gaze. Then she snapped back into reality, "Oh, I am so sorry!" "Sorry, I don't speak Korean," he said, his deep voice carrying a distinct American accent that was both smooth and confident. "Oh, my apologies." She switched to English, an American accent as well, but still with the trace of her Korean accent. "Cool." Then he just walked away, a cold unapproachable expression still laying comfortably on his face. 'Wow, that was kinda rude.' she thought before continuing her walk down the hall.
