Chapter 1 - Megan Clark

Okay, definitely not what one would expect when taking a vacation, especially in Korea. But then again, getting sent to Korea because a certain CEO of an enormously respected entertainment company decided that the new choreographer for a certain band's upcoming concert was not up to par and went on a completely unorthodox road and hired some amateur dancer (although you can hardly call dancing-in-the-studio-when-you-think-no-one-is-watching amateur dancing) to replace him a vacation (oh, I'm sorry, did I lose you there? Because you're going to have to start understanding my drabbles once you start reading them, if you want to carry on finding out what exactly I'm talking about, that is). So here's the scoop, my annoyingly over-achieving president of some record company shithole of a brother decided that prior to me releasing an album but then again refusing to be a part of any meet-and-greet sessions/interviews (radio and TV)/live performances and my utmost refusal to hold a concert (which was not my idea in the first place, so I shouldn't really be blamed for the loss of profits of the company, profits may i remind you that I brought about in the first place). But no, it doesn't end there, because my entire family is together in this massive plan on actually making me do something that i don't want to do (parents, really). To add to that, he had already promised (PROMISED, mind you) that no matter how the album performed, that I would only have to do things my way and didn't have to attend any interviews/shows that I did not feel fit to participate in. Unfortunately, he did not mean that i could just skip any and all of the offers passed on to me. But I feel I have a right to do so if i feel fit, i mean, my album sold 1 000 000 copies in the opening week itself, and if that doesn't count as an accomplishment for anyone, I don't know what does. So basically, now i have to spend my entire holidays choreographing for some famous Korean boyband, whom frankly, since I have not heard of them before, can't be all that famous, can they?

Oh, man, what have I gotten myself into.

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"So, have you seen the new choreographer yet?" Seungri asked as he bent down to tie his shoelace.

"Nope, but knowing YG, he probably hired some useless douchebag like the last one," Seunghyun replied, now standing up and preparing for practice.

"Yeah, and we'll probably be left with choreography so bad that we'll have to re-do the entire thing, just so it turns out right," answered Daesung who just so happened to step in the room, "Meh, what do you think, Yongbae?"

"Hnn~" replied Yongbae, as uninterested as ever. Honestly, he didn't really care, because he knew whoever it was they would just have to deal with him, or else complain to YG later on.

The next few seconds struck Yongbae, and he wasn't sure why either. Maybe because a certain brunette had just walked into the room. The same brunette who was working with him whilst choreographing dance steps for his solo concert. The same brunette whom he had fallen for, during that time, but never quite had the courage to move forward. The same brunette who made him promise never to fall in love with her, because she genuinely liked being friends with him, and didn't want trivial things such as crushes interfering with their close relationship. The same brunette who broke his heart when she went back to the States, and never called back, not even once.

Of course, that was all over a year ago, maybe things have changed?

Question were running through Yongbae's mind at the moment. What was she doing here? What would he say to her? How would he react? Did she come back for him realising she made a horrible mistake and wanted to confess her love for him at that very moment? (Okay, fine, that last thought was a little over the top, in fact impossible)

"Megan!" he called out, not even assure of why he did so. At that moment, that girl turned her head to face him. "Oh my god !!!! Yongbae???" and instantly dashed forwards, and leaped into his arms, embracing him in a bearhug.

"What are you doing here???" he gasped, now letting her down on her feet. He glanced at that perfect face that he once knew, and gazed into her dark, mud-coloured eyes. She was as perfect as he had remembered.

Right before Megan could even reply, YG had walked into the room. "Okay everyone, now that our choreographer is here, we can begin."

"Oh, finally, who is it?" Seunghyun asked curiously.

"Megan, care to introduce yourself?" asked YG.

"Wait...." Yongbae spoke, "You mean?"

"Meet your new choreographer, Megan"