Let's Fly

I quickly turn my head and hide my face.

I look into Jinyoung's eyes with a look that I hope tells him how much I need to leave right now. I can't tell if he understands or not. He slightly tilts his head to the side and gives me a questioning look.

Plan B: Make a run for it.

I grab Jinyoung's arm and bolt down the hallway, dragging him along with me. I can hear the others calling us. Thankfully, all they're saying is, "Wait". I'm hoping they understood that I don't want to be recognized.

I run past the shower rooms, and turn another corner. Then, I stop running.

"What are you doing?" He whispers furiously.

"How do I put this? Okay, listen. I just need you to not tell him who I am, and pretend you haven't met me. Then I'll do my job of not running into you guys. Deal?" I whisper back.

Jinyoung looks slightly taken aback.

"Why would I do that? Do you know him, or something?" He asks.

"Let's just say I know more about him than a typical fan." I answer.

He raises his eyebrows.

"Not in a creepy way." I add.

I peer around the corner to check if anyone's coming. All clear. I look back at Jinyoung.

"Sorry about dragging you over here. I panicked. I'm going to leave now, so you can go back on your own." I say.

"So you're just going to avoid us from now on? You guys are in the same agency, so he's going to see you eventually." He says.

"I'm not particularly on good terms with him right now, so I'd like to extend that time as much as I can while I think of what to do."

I give him a small awkward bow, and run off.

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I can't think straight.

There are too many fragments of thoughts getting mixed up in my head, so I can't focus on one thing.

How is Jung Hwan here? If this is where he went years ago, why didn't he tell me? Did he not trust me? Did he get any of my emails? Is that guy even Jung Hwan?

The possibilities seem endless. It could've just been a random guy. He's skinnier than Jung Hwan anyway...but if Jung Hwan wanted to go into the music industry, he might have lost weight. I really don't know any more! If that really is Jung Hwan, should I be happy to see him? Probably not. I shouldn't be happy to see him, but I probably wouldn't help but be the slightest bit happy. I mean, it would be great if that were– no. No way. Absolutely not. He practically abandoned me without ever contacting me again in highschool, so why should I be happy to see him?

I walk past the front desk in the lobby and exit the building. I might as well just go back to my dorm and unpack my stuff...that I left upstairs! I can't believe I left my bag upstairs. Actually, it's pretty believable considering what just happened. I guess I have no choice but to go and retrieve it before someone takes it.

I take the elevator back up to the fourth floor, and walk towards the door of B1A4's practice studio. Looking around, my bag is no where to be seen. I'm about to open the door, when I hear something behind me.

"Looking for this?" a voice says.

I turn my head slightly, and see Jung Hwan (of all people) behind me holding my bag up. I hold my breath, and walk over to him with my hands covering my face. I probably look beyond strange right now.
"You don't need to cover your face, I don't bite." he says, as I try to grab my bag from him.

He raises the bag high, over my reach.

I jump and try to reach for it, but I'm too short compared to him. Instead, I decide to tackle him. He falls over, and I grab my bag from him while keeping my face hidden. 'I'm so sorry' I think in my head. I'm going to be in so much trouble for my disrespectful behavior. It may not be a big deal in America, but respect is huge in Korea. I get up to make a run for it, but Jung Hwan grabs my arm, and pulls me back down right on top of him. Before he can see my face, I bury it into his chest.

Awkward.

I can hear his heartbeat. It's pretty steady, but seems to be speeding up. I feel my face burning. Why am I still on top of him?

I roll over quickly and get up, covering my face with my bag. I peer slightly over the top and see him getting up from the floor. He brushes off his pants, and catches me staring at him. I step back, but he speeds toward me and snatches my bag away.

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