I walk over to the elevator and go down to the lobby, then start my journey home, ignoring the stinging of the new cuts I made.
Throughout the next couple of months, I became good friends with Soo-bin and Yeonjun along with a couple of the other dancers. I put on an excellent smile and acted as social as I could, despite the fear of someone seeing my scratches and scars. One day while we were running through our choreography, I feel a ripping sensation in my arm, before I knew it, my bandages were starting to show the blood pouring out of the freshly ripped off scabs. I ask if I may be excused to go to the restroom before sprinting as fast as I could, returning to my place when I am finished cleaning the reopened wounds bandaging my whole arm more than usual, not wanting to give anyone a reason to be suspicious.
I just got out of practice when Yeonjun calls out, "Cora!"
I turn around at the sound of my name, smiling as he walks up to me.
"Are you ready for the daily jokes?" He asks, confident he will finally win.
"As always, you start this time."
He takes a deep breath before starting, "My wife told me I had to stop acting like a flamingo. So I had to put my foot down."
I gave a couple of giggles, since that one was actually pretty good, then told my own, "Why did the coffee file a police report? Because it got mugged!" I tried to keep a straight face but ended
up bursting with laughter as Yeonjun made a weird face trying to hold in his snickers. We went to the BMT Cafe to get some cool drinks after our hard work and fits of laughter. I was still really hot so I slid my sleeves up, not paying attention to the fact that I still had plenty of scabs on my arms that hadn't gone away yet.
I hear Yeonjun breathe in sharply, "Cora..."