JISOO
"Jis…"
"Jisoo!"
"Y-yes?" I snapped out of my daze and looked up to see my music tutor staring at me with an unpleasant expression on her face. "Ah, I'm so sorry. Where were we?"
She sighed heavily. "You've been unfocused since the minute you walked in here. Did something happen?"
I slowly shook my head, my mind drifting back to the incident from last night. "Nothing happened, ma'am. It's the new choreography I'm trying to understand."
"It keeps getting into my head." I forced a smile. She studied me for a moment before adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose.
Did she buy it?
"Let's start all over." She cleared her throat, and I nodded, relieved that she didn't push it further.
I slapped my cheeks lightly to stay focused.
Four hours later, I walked out of the studio with my eyes glued to my phone. I scrolled through my feeds, checking if anyone had captured pictures of Minjae visiting my house.
Thankfully, none had surfaced.
