Chapter one (1/1)

You know you have a nice life when you have a confy house, an lazy ass cat, a best friend that is really the best, an awesome job in wich you are the boss, nice ladys that come by to play… well, you get it. I am one of those persons you can say that have a nice, quiet, pacific live. And I couldn’t be more gratefull.Every day, the task of getting up to go to work becomes something that you yearn for. I just want to jump out of bed, dress in some baggy clothes and run down the street to my dance studio. My costumers are from young people to old people.Old people mostly because they want to have some fun, and dancing is a awesome way to do that. I don’t take a lot of money, so I have a lot of students. I am the only teacher, since my studio is small, but it’s a cozy space where everybody are friends.I’ve spent a lot of good times in that place. It’s like my second home. I remember from when I was a kid, this place was only a field with burnt trees from so many fires. My mom went for a walk everyday with me and we saw this field everyday. At seventeen, I decided to open my own studio in honor of my parents that died when I was fourteen.My dad was a famous dancer, and my mother too. They both meet each other at an audition for an ballet play. I think it’s really romantic! So, because the dance and music runned in my veins, I opened this place. And I don’t regret it one bit.The studio was two floors high, all filled with a dance stage and in the second floor there was an door that leaded to my office. It was a complete mess, so nobody was alowed to enter. Even I couldn’t almost enter eheheh.In a normal day, where the morning was occupied with only young dancers, the second floor was the only one in use. But at the afternoon I swiched to the first floor, where my old ladys danced for all day. I loved the environment of that place. It was never quiet.But this days there was something bothering me. A lot. There was another building beeing constructed next to us, and there was noise during the day. And as you can imagine, the music could not be heard. So I had to close the studio for some weeks till the building next to us was finished. But this went for almost 5 months, and I had to open the doors again in order to make money to keep the business runing.I still couldn’t play music for the people to dance, but I could always do other activities. Expectialy with older people that went to my studio everyday in order to be around people for the day instead of being alone at their houses. I think most of my older students suffer of loneliness. That’s really sad.I arrived to my studio, parking my bike next to the gates and getting out, looking sadly at the workers already working on the building. It was still so early for them…. Couldn’t they give me peace only in the morning?“Good morning Taemin-shii!”“Oh good morning ajumma! You’re early today!”“So are you darling.”“I am always early ajumma~”One of my older students laughed but her smile fell down when she looked at the building next to mine. I knew what she was thinking right away.“It’s so sad… This is ruining our dance practices!”“I know… but unfortunlly there is nothing I can do… we can only wait until is finished.”“Have you heard?! This building is going to be another dance studio!!”“What?! What a ridiculous idea….how can that be!? Two studios next to each other?! That’s insane! I’m sure it’s a lie….”“I hope so too Taemin-shii… well, I’m going to buy some vegetables for lunch and I’ll come back for my lesson!”“Please do so ajumma! I’ll be waiting!!”“Goodbye sweetie!”I waved to the ajumma, smiling untill she was gone. I sighned happily and opened the studio’s door and closing it again. It was still too early, so I guess I will do some of the paper work. I entered the so called ‘office’ and sat down on my chair, sighning loudly. This was the only part I hated about my job. But it had to be done.Suddently I was surprised by an shaking and ringing phone somewhere on my desk. I pushed some files and including my computer out of the way, trying to find my phone under that massive mess. I should clean up this…“Yoboseyo!?”“Taemin-ahhhh!!”“OH, ONEW HYUNG!! HOW ARE YOUUU!?”“I’M DOING AWESOME!! I LOVE THIS HERE!!”“Okay, let’s not scream anymore~ So how is America?”“It’s just…. And awesome country full of awesomeness! You have no idea how this is different from Seul! And Seul it’s a busy countrie!”“Wow… let’s get to business then! What about guyyyyys~”“Ya’know….hot like shit! Oh I’m sorry… I shouldn’t speak like this… since you’re…ya’know….straight…. SO IMAGINE I’M TALKING ABOUT GIRLS!”  I laughed loudly at my hyung’s dorkyness and crossed my legs, getting in a more confortable position for a loooong talk with my childhood best friend.“So they are hot?”“Sweet Jesus Taemin you have no idea! But that was not why I called! Taemin what’s happening with the studio?!”“What do you mean? The studio is the same!”“Haven’t you heard? Even I can hear it from here. They are building a new studio next to yours!”“God that story again? It’s not true Onew hyung! It can’t be!”“Yes, it can Taemin-ah. There is no law that forbids the same buildings being built next to each other and don’t you know why they are building it there? Because your studio is a humble thing. They want you to go to bankrupt!”“B-but….why?! I was here first!”“It doesn’t matter to them Minie. Business is business. They only care about money….”“I can’t let them do that hyung! This studio is my life! I have to talk to the man or woman behind all this.”“Yes you do Taemin…but remember just that rich people are kinky. Like, a lot. So be patient. I’m serious.”“Don’t worry hyung! You know me!”“That’s exactly why I’m worried.” I couldn’t help but to chuckle at that. He knew me so well. Better than I knew myself actually, and yes, in this case, it was possible.“I’m serious when I ask you to relax. I’ll be carefull. I’m going now hyung! Have a good time with your hot guys!”“YAH YOU PUNK I’L------“I disconnected the call, droping the phone on it’s place and standing up from my conffy chair. I guess I knew where exactly I would find this mistery person that had meanie goals. I got out of the studio and was immediately greeted by a lovely sighn. My students were paciently wait for the studio doors to open, while chatting with each other and eating fruits of the season. Young and old and some midle aged too.“Goodmorning everyone! You can enter now and start your routines, I’ll just go talk with someone about business and I’ll come back in a flash to start the classes!”Everyone nooded and got up, starting to pack the fruits and entering my studio. I was happy just because of that, so maybe I would have a better temper while talking to the meanie person. That’s right, I’ll adress this person like this. Meanie person. It fits really well.I just took some steps to my right and immedialty the scent of richness surrounded me. I felt some electicity ruing down my spine. I felt like something bad was about to happen with me. But I didn’t know what or why.I approaxed this three mans, talking with a building map sat across the hood of a really nice and expencive car. They all looked at me but quicly ignored me again, looking again at the map and starting their conversation like I wasn’t even there. So rude!!!“Ahhh….Hello?”They continued their chat, still ignoring me at all costs. They should be thinking that the silence treatment will make me go away. Oooooohh boy, I’m mad!!“HELLOOOOO!!!”“WHAT?!?!?!”This random guy, well not random, one of the three screamed back at me, looking at me, finnaly. This guy was tall I must say and really skiny too, so it kinda looked good. And his hair!! How could somebody do their hair so nicely with this weather?! It’s windy! And his suit!! Gosh it must have costen a fortune!!“I know I’m smoking hot and all that, but could you stop looking. It’s annoying me to the core.” I flinched at his voice. It was damn bichy!! I BET this is the meanie person I’m supposed to talk. But geez, I didn’t saw that one coming. His voice has really strong impact on my skin, ‘cause I got goosebumps all over my arms.“I’m here to talk with the person behind all this.” I pointed to the construction site, not taking my angry eyes of his face. I wanted to rip it all out. Even though he was hadsome. BUT NO ONE RAISES HIS VOICE TO LEE TAEMIN!! NO ONE!!~“That’s me. Look kiddo, I have work to do, so could you just confess to me and go?”“Confess? Me? To you? I’m straight ya’know!”  he chuckled and waved his head ironically. What? He’s now making fun of me?! This person pisses me off reallyyyyy bad!!“Yeah right. If you’re straight then I’m mickey. Grow up kiddo.”“I’M NOT A KID!! I’M TWENTY FOUR YEARS OLD!!”“You’re twenty four? You look like a highschooler. Do you sleep on ice or something?”“No, I don’t! Now stop calling me a kiddo! I have serious bussiness to talk about with you.” He sighned, looking over at the two guys still besides the car and comanded them to keep going without him for a while. He looked at me again and rooled his eyes, walking in front of me.HE JUST ROLLED HIS EYES!! AT ME!!! THIS BITCHY SON OF A BI-------“Do I have to ask you to follow me or you got the memo?” I faked a really fake smile and nooded at him. He just pisses me of.“I’m following you.”“Good.”  He started walking fast and I almost had to run in order to keep up with him.I’ve never sweared in my intire life, but this guy pisses me of so much that I want to insult him with every nasty word in the world. Yes, I’m THAT angry. And now, following this bitchy person, only getting a glimpse of his back I’m tempted to do it.Fuck you I muttered. Hey! 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