The locker room felt heavy around me. The steam of the showers reached new heights. I toweled myself dry in front of my locker when a blaze of fury entered the room. Of course, I would be alone, I never learned anything from being cornered three times this week by Bongcha and her band of witches.

Yujin strode in, grey sweatpants dangerously low on his hips, naked from the waist up. His brown hair was wet and dripping, and that gorgeous face screamed thunder.

He walked straight up on me. I dropped my towel and took in a sharp intake of breath as he slammed me against the locker. It wasn't a hard slam, he was restraining himself, but he let it be known he was very unpleased.

"I know what you did, Choona."

He was breathing hard, his mouth almost on mine and his forearm against my neck, keeping me there. I was frozen in place and breathing hard myself. My sports bra and undies were almost see-through from my shower.

Why did it have to be a white pair today?

He was standing so close our chests were touching.

"Let go of my neck," I breathlessly added. Eyes big.

He dropped his arm but pinned me against the locker with his body. Our bodies lined up perfectly, and I could feel every hard ridge.

"You think you can come in here, with those Bambi eyes and that pout and just be....-?" He stared into my eyes and lost his train of thought for a second. I saw it happening.

"You are not at your company anymore, Choona. You are the outcasted one-star trainee here.' His voice was a whisper as he said those evil things in my ear. He let his mouth follow my chin to my lips, oddly sensual. His pupils were dilated.

"You think those words hurt me?" I whispered back, my lips brushing over his. He was that close. Not breaking eye contact at all for a few long seconds. At last, he smirked.

"You shouldn't have told Keita. Make sure that nevers happens again."

"Or?" I had a death wish.

"Or you'll regret it, Choona." He glanced at my lips again. His beautiful eyes flicked up to mine and he was breathing hard.

A soft, breathless moan left him, and I swear he would kiss me just then. His lips were so close to mine I could feel the heat.

We had been hate-flirting for too long.

As if he had blinked out of a trance, he stepped back abruptly, glanced down, and adjusted himself without shame.

I slumped against the locker. My energy was completely drained from this encounter. I realized he must have heard someone walk in.

It was Ricky, a smug gloat over his way too handsome face. He was straight out of the shower, in all-black loungewear and barefooted too.

'Now, Yujin, don't be so offended we find out about your little scheme to discredit Keita.' He leaned against the locker to his right and crossed his arms casually, smirking up a storm. His brown eyes tingled in glee. He was really enjoying this.

Yujin growled, literally growled. He stepped in front of me, reached down, and grabbed my towel. He pressed it against my chest without looking at me. Covering me up.

'Using a girl do to your dirty work, Ricky. You are a real gentleman.' He said before adding. 'It took two of you to beat me this week. Don't think I won't have an alliance myself for the next one. Be warned.'

"You are just angry we found out about your little plan and used it against you." Ricky added coolly.

Yujin walked up to him. They got in each other's faces and were almost nose to nose.

"Stop it. Please!" I ran to them, towel long forgotten. I jumped in the middle and pushed them both back a little. "You can have your pissing contest somewhere else!" I yelled. "I'm not your puppet, Yujin. Find someone else next time."

I had little room to move with Yujin to my back, almost pressed upon it, and Ricky to my front. Both of them seemed to step closer.

"Get dressed!" Yujin grunted. He was disdained. I felt his eyes quickly flicking down my body. "You are practically naked." As if that offended him somehow.

I gave Ricky my back and scowled up at Yujin. I had to crane my neck to thoroughly look him in his eyes. I felt Ricky's eyes on my back now.

"Never seen anyone naked, Yujin? Didn't quite consider you so prudish." I said. Ricky let out an amusing little huff. His breath made my hair flutter against my cheek.

Yujin chuckled, ignoring Ricky. He grabbed my chin and pouted at me, eyes dancing to my lips again. "Oh, Sarang. You have no idea." He dropped my chin and glanced over my shoulder, a cold disdain seeping in again. "Yet, I'm protecting Ricky. He might have a heart attack seeing you like this."

Ricky huffed again and seemed to step in closer. Hands settled on my waist in a clear threat. Yujin's nostrils flared as he saw Ricky's hands there.

Our dance trainer, Kooyoung, appeared out of nowhere. Freezing all of us in place. It must look quite odd, me in the middle and the two of them pressed so closely to my body. All of us had little clothing on as well. I felt like sinking through the tiles and never coming back up again. I was mortified.

"The three of you. With me. Now!" His eyes were so angry they almost caught fire. He turned on his heel and yelled over his shoulders.

"And get fucking dressed!"