| Fan Fiction |
by southkorealove
" Umm, is Daesung home ? " JiYong asked.
" No, you want drink ? " the maid offered.
" No thanks, I'm good. " he smiled, hoping that'd suffice. She was Spanish and knew very little English. Suddenly he heard laughing behind him and he turned around, seeing Daesung and Nicole coming up the stairs, their fingers enlaced. He ran over to the tall african statue and stood behind it. He held his finger to his mouth, telling Esmerelda to keep quiet.
" I don't know what to tell him though, seriously. " Daesung said.
" Don't say anything just buy a new one. " Nicole responded.
" But they're like $500.00 ! " he exclaimed. Nicole smirked at him, rolling her eyes.
" You know that aint but a few pennies to your raise. " she said.
" Between now and tomorrow you know JiYong is gonna want to see her. " he countered.
" Lets go order one now so it can be on its way, then we can lie to JiYong later. " she took his arm and ran upstairs with him. Seeing the coast was clear, JiYong stepped out.
" I was good ? I was good ! " Esmerelda giggled and started babbling in Spanish as she walked away. JiYong felt betrayed, why would his friends lie to him ? He walked upstairs, ready to confront them when he heard giggling and low talking. He pressed his ear against the door to listen.
" Stop it " Nicole giggled.
" You like it " Daesung said.
" Maybe... " she responded with a smile.
JiYong left, not wanting to hear the rest. From the start they had promised when they let Nicole in the Juice Krew, that they'd all just be cool friends. Cool friends don't do whatever the hell they were doing, Daesung not only did something to ruin the baby, but if JiYong was drawing the right conclusions, he was ruining the Juice Krew as well.
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Seung Ri laid on his bed, staring up into the ceiling. He felt kind of bad for saying such horrible things to Seunghyun earlier. In fact the more he thought about it, the worse he felt. But now his life was becoming everything he wanted it to be. He gained popularity overnight, and people started blowin' up his phone so much that he had to shut it off.
Something about the violent, womanizing, money-hungry lyrics just spoke to him. Each song influenced his being and instructed him on how he should live. Seung Ri reached over to the phone, but paused. The old Seung Ri would've apologized and begged for forgiveness...but the new one...
He set the phone down and grabbed his issue of VIBE, reading through it instead of doing his homework.
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" Yeah and so I think the feeding schedule is off, 'cause Mrs.---Youngbae ! " Trang snapped at her partner who had been staring off into the distance at Kim who was in the kitchen to get a snack.
" My bad Trang, the feeding schedule, continue ? " he said, snapping back to the work. As they started filling in the chart, Youngbae felt a soft touch across his shoudlerblades as Kim walked by, her hips swaying to the left and to the right...as though she had some slow rhythm in her head that she was moving to precisely...and...
Trang slapped Youngbae on the back of his head.
" Why you lookin` at my sister ?! She's 19...she's not interested in you. " Trang said.
" That's what you think... " he mumbled.
" Hm ? " Trang looked up from her chart, not understanding him.
" Nothing Trang...but what about on Fridays ? " he said, his attention on his work once more.
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Seunghyun looked up at the bright sign that read Honolulu Dance Academy in cursive red lettering. His hood over his head, he sighed and entered the building. He walked over to the receptionist, who gave him a number and directed him to the studio he was to wait outside of. There were about four boys ahead of him, they were stretching themselves out and practicing their dances. Seunghyun sat against the wall and looked at the cd in his hands. He was going to do a mixture of ballet and interpretive dance to Jill Scott's " Crown Royal ", a very sensual and smooth neo-soul song. Soon, person after person went in and next thing he knew, Seunghyun was on deck.
A woman came out looking on a clipboard. " Seunghyun Choi ? " she called. He stood up and followed her into the dance studio. Inside was a long table with five judges sitting there, stiff faces. Everything looked really prestigious.
" You have your song ? " the woman asked. He nodded, handing her his CD with the song on it, he took his hoodie off, and his sweatpants as he wore his wifebeater and dance leggins. He walked into the middle of the room and stood in first position, waiting for the music to start.
' Your hands on my hips pull me right back to you... '
He moved around gracefully, his arms creating images in the air.
' I catch that thrust give it right back to you... '
He did a pirouette and patabouret, his hands landing each movement sharply.
' You're in so deep I'm breathin' for you '
He did a low grand plie, moving across the floor quickly. He continued his fluid movements until the last counts of the song came on and he did a leap through the air, landing in fifth position and immediately collapsing gracefully onto the floor, his legs folding Indian-style as he threw his head back and his hands straight into the air.
Seunghyun's chest heaved as he stood up, the judges thanked him and he put his sweatpants back on, pulling his hoodie over his head and leaving the room. He stopped adruptly when he saw a girl in a leotard and tights doing a port de bras. She came back up from her stretch, and saw him, but gave a simple grin.
" Know what new kid ? I think you're stalking me. " she said, raising her eyebrows.
" Nicole Mays ? " she took her bag and swung it over her shoulder, walking over to the door. She stopped with her hand on the knob as she turned to Seunghyun.
" I won't tell if you won't. " she winked and walked into the studio, closing the door behind her.
That was the LAST person he wanted to know that he danced...his life was officially over.