If Only...

Part Two

“I got a little lost along the way.” He confessed ending with his charming smile.

Oh, Yunho…

“Five minutes batch eight!” one of the organizers reminded.

I diverted my attention back to the smiling Yunho, “Uhm, hey… I-I need to tell you something… S-s-something impo-portant.” I can’t help but stutter. I recklessly decided I should tell him now, five minutes before we go to the back of the stage.

Dancing off that feeling I would get after I confess to him would be a great advantage to me, I would show my routine better. Let all that frustration out. It’s a plus to my moves that requires a lot of power. Also I could run away towards the stage before he could even say a word.

“Sure.” He stated ready to listen attentively.

I took a deep breath and collected all the courage I have in me, “You see… I have been keeping this a secret for a very long time now…” I paused for a minute and then pursued, “I-I wasn’t brave enough to do so…”

But before I could carry on the organizer called my attention and pointed at the other contestants already proceeding towards the stage.

I had one last good look at his calm face.

“Tell me later. Fighting!” Yunho mouthed.

All I was able to do is grin at him, a fake grin to be exact. I guess it was not meant to be said here…

But I love you Jung Yunho…

I gradually made my way to the area near the stairs of the huge stage. I solemnly prayed as the first dancers in my batch performed. My eyes traced back at the spot where I was about to spill the truth. Yunho was still standing there, beaming at me as he pointed at the television set, where you could watch the dancers performing as of this moment. Great, he’s watching me… The thought of him seeing me dance just made me more nervous.

Finally it was my turn… Here we go.

I stepped on stage and scanned the vicinity. I soon positioned myself and cued the technical team to start my music and I danced away…

Time flew by fast and I realized the song I was dancing to, was already over and I found myself panting heavily while in my last pose.

I bowed my head and heeded the loud screams of my mother; yes I know those screams were from her, followed by applauses from the viewers. I smiled and walked out the spotlight, and leaped off the stage.

On my way back to the holding area to gather my things I saw Yunho with a bottle of water and a towel on hand.

“Great job Jeonhee.” He praised as he handed the bottle and the towel to me. I heartily took them from him and thanked him afterwards. I was still busy catching my breath so he continued, “Your combination of hip-hop, jazz and popping was just amazing.”

“Thanks.”

“Oh, come here you!” he couldn’t contain himself and gave me another tight embrace.

“I am so proud of you. I’m also proud to be your friend.” He added.

Yunho was unconsciously squeezing me, but I did not care, this does not happen a lot.

“Hey, hey I can’t breathe.” I told him the moment I couldn’t tolerate it.

He relieved me from the constriction.

“Shouldn’t you be preparing?” I questioned after drinking from the bottle.

“I am ready.” He stated.