Chaoter 6: A Step Too Close
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The practice room was quiet—empty except for us and the soft hum of the overhead lights. No one else had come in, no music blaring from the speakers, just me and the girl who spoke Korean.
I shifted my bag to the floor and stretched, already feeling the stiffness from yesterday's English lessons. She watched me with a small smile that made my chest tighten for reasons I didn't want to think about.
"오늘은 조용히 연습할 수 있겠네요," she said.
Today we can practice quietly.
I nodded.
"좋아요," I replied.
Good.
The air felt heavier than usual, like it knew something unspoken was lingering between us.
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We started with the choreography again. I followed her guidance, trying to match the formations she drew in the air, the hand signals she used. I could feel her presence close—close enough that my arm brushed hers once while adjusting my position.
"죄... 죄송합니다," I muttered.
So... sorry.
She smiled lightly, almost imperceptibly. "괜찮아요."
It's okay.
But the small smile lingered in my chest long after it should have.
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Then came the music.
We ran through a section, her movements fluid and precise. I tried to soften mine, to match the feminine energy she displayed, but my body rebelled. My shoulders were too broad, my steps too strong, my energy too masculine.
She noticed, of course. She stepped closer to adjust my arm placement. I could feel the heat from her body brush against mine. My pulse jumped.
"이쪽으로 좀 더 손을... 이렇게," she said.
Move your hand a bit more this way... like this.
I mirrored her movements, fingers almost touching hers. My breath hitched. I looked away quickly.
"죄... 감사합니다," I said.
Th... thank you.
She just nodded, her calm gaze steady. I wondered if she even realized what effect she had on me.
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We moved on to vocal practice next. She instructed me in Korean, carefully explaining which words to emphasize in English. My accent was still rough, still broken, and I stumbled over each syllable.
"천천히," she said softly.
Slowly,
I nodded.
"네... 알겠습니다."
Yes... I understand.
She stayed close the entire time, repeating lines, adjusting my tongue position, and correcting my rhythm. Every time her hand brushed mine, my chest jumped, and I had to force myself to focus on the music instead of her.
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After several tries, we finally finished the section. I sank to the floor, exhausted. She leaned against the mirror, notebook in hand, watching me silently.
"오늘도 많이 했네요," she said.
You did a lot today too.
I looked at her and gave a tired smile.
"네... 힘들어요."
Yes... it's tiring.
Her eyes softened, and for a moment, the professional mask slipped. She looked vulnerable, human. I felt a strange pull in my chest. I wanted to say something, anything, but the words stuck.
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"잠깐... 사진 찍을래요?" she asked suddenly.
Do you want to take a picture?
I blinked. "사진...?"
Picture...?
She nodded. "우리 연습 끝나고... 추억으로."
After practice... as a memory.
I hesitated. My hands were still shaking slightly from the exercises, my hair sticking to my forehead from sweat. But she smiled, calm and inviting.
"좋아요," I said, standing.
Good.
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We crouched next to each other near the mirror. She held the phone, angling it so our faces were close. My chest raced as i held up the peace sign. ✌️
"조금... 가까이," she said.
A little closer.
I leaned in slightly, careful, not wanting to invade her space. But the distance was minimal. Just enough that I could feel the warmth from her shoulder.
I noticed the way her lips curved when she looked at the screen, the tiny crease in her forehead as she tried to angle the shot perfectly. My pulse hammered in my ears.
She giggled softly. "좋아요, 거의 됐어요."
Good, almost done.
We leaned together, and for a heartbeat, it felt like we were... almost closer than we should be. My mind went blank. I stared at the phone screen, trying to focus, but my thoughts kept drifting to her—her hair brushing her shoulders, her small, quiet smile, the way she always stayed composed even when I messed up everything.
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Click.
The photo was taken. We looked at it together. She laughed softly at how awkward we both looked. I felt heat rise to my cheeks.
"잘 나왔네요," I muttered.
It came out well.
She smiled. "좋아요... 내가 올릴까요?"
Good... should I post it?
I froze. "올... 올리지 마요."
Do... don't post it.
She tilted her head, mischievous glint in her eyes. "농담이에요."
Just kidding.
I exhaled slowly, relieved. I didn't want the photo anywhere yet. Too intimate. Too personal.
But she didn't resist when she tapped the screen. Somehow, between joking and professionalism, the photo made it to the company chat... not for the public, yet. Just a small risk, and neither of us noticed.
I didn't know how dangerous that tiny moment would be.
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We left the practice room together, silent for most of the way. My mind was still racing.
She glanced at me once, lightly smiling, but said nothing about the photo. I couldn't ask. Words failed me, as always.
I had no idea how close we had gotten, how the small touches, the shared glances, and the selfie had changed everything between us—even if neither of us admitted it. But i wanted to.
And I had no idea what was coming next.
Because by the time we laughed about the picture, neither of us realized we had already taken the first step into chaos.
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