If Only...

Part One

I couldn’t bare it anymore so I gave up, “Oka-y, ok-ay! I g-ive u-p!” I stuttered.

“Good.” He stopped instantly after hearing my surrender. I brushed off the leaves stuck on my jacket. Yunho lend me his hand and helped me stand up. I slung my backpack on my left shoulder and I gave out a sigh as he grinned.

I love seeing him smile, brightens up my day.

Let’s get going then, we still have dance practice!” Yunho uttered as he messed up my hair.

“Hey, not the hair please!” I reacted.

“You’re so cute!” He teased me and pinched my nose in amusement.

                                                          He began to stride away from me and leaped over the knee-high fence on to the paved part of the park where the benches were placed. He looked back at me and shouted my name, “Jeonhee!” and continued running again. I watched him, as I stood still, captivated by his presence. If only you knew Yunho, if only…

I snapped back to reality and shouted “Wait for me Yunho!” before he was completely out of my sight.

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After minutes of running around streets and narrow alleyways we both halted, “Why did we have to run?” I complained, catching my breath, trying to vacuum in all the oxygen around me.

“It is for warm up Jeonhee.” he answered me, as he stretched his body and not even showing any trace of exhaustion.

The dance studio was located at a commercial building in Shibuya. It is well-hidden behind the other tall structures in the area but it is quite popular amongst the dance community in Tokyo. It’s managed by Koreans like us, but the dancers are a mix of Koreans and the locals.

I waited for Yunho to finish his stretching-which is taking too long by the way- while I drank water from my bottle. I observed him discretely as I could and I saw his lips form a sweet smile at me, so much for being discrete.

He sighed loudly and stated, “Let’s go in.” and led the way.  We leisurely entered the building to the studio.

We saw our fellow dancers warming up as we came in. “Kon-nichiwa!” they all greeted us with enthusiasm.

We bowed our heads and said hello back. “Are we late?” I questioned them, placing my bag on the wooden floor along with the pile of other bags.

“No, you guys are right on time.” My girl friend, Asano, replied walking towards us.

Yunho beamed at my best gal friend, “Is everyone here already?” he asked, also throwing his bag onto the pile.

She answered with a simple nod.

“Okay, guys! Let’s get started!” our leader, Eunhyuk, yelled clapping his hands to get everyone’s attention.

     The boys were up first. Eunhyuk pressed play on the CD player and the guys started dancing their practiced routine. Us girls sat in one corner and observed them. Some of the girls were drooling at their crushes. They danced to the tune of Backstreet Boys' Everybody.

Asano started to poke my sides, “Look at Yunho, he’s so freakin’ hot!” she squealed softly. All of a sudden other girls near us began giggling. I think they agree on my friend’s statement.

     I stole a glance at Yunho, he is so attractive when he moves. I saw him look back at me through the large mirror and smirked, once again melting my fluttering heart. I am not so sure but every time he diverts his attention to me I feel so special.  I shot him a smile, and then looked away. I just couldn’t admire him for that long. I can’t bare this warmth building up inside me, when I know I have to hide it from him… I mentally slapped myself. Park Jeonhee, you’re just making it more difficult to stop falling deeply for him… I need to holdback these mix of emotions, because I don’t want it to be the reason for our friendship to evaporate.