Everyone loves a good wor (1/1)

In the morning, I knew I was going to be the only person awake for a long time. I was still feeling jet lag and Youngbae had obviously built some sort of defense against it. It was 6:00 in the morning.            I got up and decided to get dressed in my workout/dance clothing. Dancing was one of my favourite ways to kill time, and get a good workout. When I was younger I was a bit over weight, so when I found dance I was immediately transformed into this enthusiastic, skinny, happy girl. I wish that lasted.            I remembered when I was sixteen. I was going through my first breakup with my boyfriend named Brandon, and it was really hard on me because one of his friends called me fat and even though Brandon knew how much that really hurt me, he still chose to ignore it and tell me that I was overreacting.            After that I starting eating again, remembering all the good things about eating all the food I could, and soon remembering the disadvantages about eating all the food I could.            Losing weight for the second time was even harder because I didn’t want to, and I couldn’t find the energy to dance anymore. But I was eventually pushed so hard by my mother, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I was obsessed with being skinny. So obsessed that it made me depressed.            I was never anorexic or bulimic, but being skinny was always an obsession. I remember when I was told I had real talent when it came to dancing. That lifted my hopes and dreams enough to make me want to become a dancer and travel the world.            I went through the music room and into the dance room, clutching my iPhone as I opened the door. I made sure it was closed all the way before putting my iPhone in the docking station in the room and putting my music on shuffle. My playlist started with Nobody Does it Like You by Shawn Desman. Definitely one of my favourites.            I let my body flow to the music, moving however I felt was proper. Then during the chorus I did the exact choreography because I knew it off by heart. I practiced this for the music video, but I never ended up getting in.            Dancing in the middle of the room was the best feeling in the world. I was letting all of my problems go and just danced. You really can’t understand the feeling until you’re in a room, letting your mind go blank.            The next song that came on was I’ll Be There by Taeyang because my friend, Miyah got me totally addicted. And the dance routine for this song was so fun and simple, it was fantastic baby. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. I loved dancing to a lot of the BigBang songs because they were so upbeat and almost all of them had at least part of a dance routine.            After that song, Fantastic Baby by BigBang came on... what a coincidence. About half way through the song, I looked in the mirror and saw Youngbae doing the dance moves behind me. He smiled at me.            I smirked at him but continued to dance. “How long have you been here?” I asked, moving beside him and doing the dance moves to the chorus.            “A while. You’re dance to Nobody Does it Like You was pretty spot on,” he said, not stopping with the dance moves as well.            I tried not to blush when I realized he’d been there pretty much the whole time. I need to learn how to be more observant.            “So you sat through me dancing I’ll Be There the whole time?” I asked, not sure if I should be nervous or happy.            “Yeah. You’re dancing is amazing. You really didn’t get to show a lot of that when we were filming the music video. Maybe you should be in another one of my music videos,” he suggested, collapsing with me on the floor once the song was finished. You Need Me, I Don’t Need You by Ed Sheeran played in the background as we talked.            “Thank you, it really means a lot that someone as talented as you thinks that of me,” I said, in a slightly teasing tone as I rolled closer to him. “And I hope you don’t mind my sweaty body.”            “I don’t mind at all. And I’m really not any more talented than the next guy. I’m just a guy that loves to dance and sing,” he said, wrapping his arms around me and looking deeply into my eyes.            Our faces moved closer together, and when our lips were about a second away from touching, the door opened and we quickly broke apart and turned to the door.            “What are you guys doing in here?” Daesung asked, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He looked so adorable when he was tired. Ugh, I mean... I guess I was just in a lovable mood, currently.            “Nothing. We were just dancing. Are you making me breakfast?” Youngbae asked. I could tell he was smiling at Daesung, hoping his answer would be yes.            “No, you can make it yourself. We have a schedule today, starting at ten we have to go to YG for a meeting,” Dae said, turning around and leaving.            “I guess we’ll have cereal,” Bae said, getting up and pulling me up with him. Now that he mentioned food, I did feel starving. Eating in the morning was very important to me, (another being skinny thing) so food would be nice.            We both went into the kitchen and I sat at the bar while Youngbae poured me a bowl of cereal. I was kind of happy that they had normal cereal instead of some sort of Korean food. It was kind of like a taste of home.            I looked into the living room to see who was awake, and who was still sleeping. “Looks like Jiyong is the only one still sleeping,” I pointed out, watching as Seunghyun smoked a cigarette, and Daesung and Seungri were watching cartoons.            “He’s definitely not a morning person. He hates being woken up so we just leave him be,” Youngbae explained, placing my bowl of cereal in front of me.            I got up and grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with ice-cold water. “Well, you have a schedule in three hours,” I smirked and headed to Jiyong’s room.            Youngbae followed slowly behind me to make sure Jiyong doesn’t kill me. I slowly crept into Jiyong’s room and stood over his bed where he was sleeping soundly. Not for long.            I quickly poured the water over his head and ran out of his room, back into the living room. Everyone was killing themselves laughing as Jiyong’s soaking wet figure came into the living room.            “Jacklyne... what the fuck?” He said, sounding angry as ever.            “Good morning,” I said, smiling at him and slowly backing away.            “I’m going to fucking murder you!” He yelled, charging towards me.            I screamed and began running in circles around the kitchen as Jiyong chased me. Everyone was practically killing themselves laughing as I might have been legitimately afraid for my life.            I ran into my room and slammed the door behind me as Jiyong was practically right behind me. I quickly locked the door and shoved my suitcase in front of it for extra support.            “You can’t hide in there forever,” he spat before kicking my door and walking away. I heard him muttering something in Korean to all of the boys and I was guessing he wasn’t saying anything good.            Before I was about to get in the shower, my iPhone started to ring in my pocket. I checked the caller ID and saw that it was my mom. It probably would’ve been nice if I told her I was going halfway across the world.            “Hello?” I answered calmly.            “Jacklyne, where the hell are you? I’m standing outside of your house with Brandon and you’re not answering the door,” my mom said, sounding angry.            “Brandon? What?” She didn’t. Oh please God tell me she didn’t bring my ex-boyfriend to my house.            “Yes, he told me he wanted to talk to you so we decided to take a trip down to your house. Now, where are you?”            “Um... I’m in Korea.”            “Why the hell are you in Korea?” She asked, getting more and more angry by the second. I heard her murmur something to Brandon, and then I heard him gasp, obviously mocking me.            “Well, it’s a long story. But basically I’m in an apartment with a K-Pop band to work on my relationship.” That was a good way of explaining it, right? No. Probably not.            “On what relationship?”            “Gee, you’re full of questions today. Wait, what time is it there?”            “It’s six o’clock. Now what relationship are you talking about?”            “I did a music video with Taeyang from BigBang and we kind of... fell in love, I guess. Why do you care? When was the last time you came to visit me?” The reason why I didn’t tell my mom that I was going to Korea was because my mom hasn’t talked to me for a good seven months. She was kind of angry with me because I threw my education away to become a dancer and an American citizen.            “I told you already. Brandon wanted to see you and I need to talk to you,” she said, her tone of voice slowly softening.            “Well I don’t want to see people that don’t care about me. You can tell Brandon to go fuck himself,” I said, hanging up on her.            I sighed and finally went to go take a shower. Why does life have to be so hard sometimes? Sometimes I just wish I could start everything all over again, and not make the mistakes I made in the beginning.