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The hope he once had was lost. no more path to turn to, he slowly lost the fire which drove him, only pain seems to fill his empty soul.
The chatters and the sound of shuffling clothes bounces from one wall to another, bodies brushing against each other within the small building, they face the front, waiting for their order to be shouted while the seats are filled with many more whom were enjoying the food given to them. Orders were given and the heat within the room only increases.
Letting out a small breath, he tries to push through the bodies which stand in his way as he hears the number of his order. "Here!" He yells out, raising his hand in the air to be seen as he finally reached the front. "Thank you." He mumbles before turning towards the filled building once again.
The warm food within his hand, giving his cold fingers some warmth before trying to get out of the place and take a breathe of the fresh air, inside of the building filled with scent of sweat and perfumes which seem to suffocate him by each breath he took.
Stepping outside the building, a rush of dusty wind quick past him, blowing in his face and misjudging the strands of hair which were covered in sweat. The sound of hunting cars and the traffic which seem to never end mixes with the steps and chattering of the crowd which walk by him; as if he was invisible, not seeing as they simply walked by. Not needed. The thought spread, suddenly cutting at his gut as he looks towards the warm food in his palms, wondering if he should even take a bite, if he even deserves such a thing.
A shaky breath leaves him, looking away and back towards the busy road which seem to stretch to the horizon with buildings between them. Beginning to walk, he finally unwraps the sandwich between the wrappers and lets himself take a bite, ignoring the thoughts which seem to grow on their own and be whispered within his mind. Chewing the piece, the melting taste fills his mouth, traveling down to his stomach which felt heavy, as if his stomach did not want any piece within its system, but he still ate, not wanting to have this gloomy shadow to cower him; take control of him.
The sky slowly dimmed, letting the amber grey sky to shift as it only got darker, having the clouds spread unevenly between its path, slowly letting the small sparkling dots beginning to show.
The small warmth which he had held within the clothes seem to become weakened, letting the cold to easily touch his skin and let the shivers reaching his bones; he lets out a wince as he rubs at his arm with his free hand. The hollow wind made his eyes stink, burning by each one that breezed by, the muscles within his body beginning to tremble in attempt to have him warm and protected. Finally finishing the last pieces of the sandwich, he lets the crumpled wrap to fall to the ground.
His steps become quickened, his body tense as he shoved his cold hands in the pocket of his jacket, hoping they would be able to save him from the freezing winter wind until he reaches his home.
Will he reach his dream? His mind began to wonder once more, like poison, beginning to fill his mind, burning his mind with the fear which ate away of his soul and courage. Will he be alright?
With each steps, more questions seem to fill his mind. Biting at his inner cheek, he tries to ignore the questions which waved his heart as it fills his whole heart by the constant doubt.
Will he be as good as the many others? Will he be able to stand out? Will he make it? Will they even take a second look at him? If not...what then? Where can he turn to? Can he return and start a new? Does he truly wish to walk towards something which isn't guaranteed? Will he have enough money to survive then? Is he only overthinking? Or is it truly as horrifying as he thinks it is? Will it be easy? No...it won't...can he truly try? Can he survive? Or will he fall to the bottom trying to reach the dream that not everyone can get...? Is he good enough?
The thoughts only grew, and he tries to answer every question which grows within his mind. Wanting to find an answer, having someone to reach for him and spell out the words which will tell him every single answer to his questions; but there isn't anyone who can come and tell him the answers which seem to claw at his soul, wanting to know.
Inside his mind, it is nothing but dark, pitch dark and nothing can be seen but him inside, dressed in nothing but white as the dark waters beneath his feet only grows. The water seem to only rise as he holds his head, closing his own eyes shut, trying to ignore the black waters which seem to be drowning him soon enough. No escape or light, alone completely with the thoughts which only chokes him.
"Watch it!" The men growls, angrily wiping at his shoulder, walking away with a scowl.
A small pressure holds to his chest, feeling the slight air which he been knocked out of his lungs just by the simple dumping into a stranger. With a shiver which he receives from the cold wind, he looks around and analysing the buildings around him, the buildings which stand tall and seem too far away to ever reach. Swallowing the lump within his throat, he begins to walk again, reminding himself there is small hope left.
Time, there's still time. He reminded himself.
Swiftly opening the small door to his house, he walks inside, to be only met with the same emptiness, simple lifeless blank white walls, same couch, same table, same blankets which lay on the leather couch, same shelf holding the dusty books which stands by the window, same table which holds his speakers, same small fridge and unwashed dish which lays in the sink. The same colourless room which he returns to every evening.
Closing the door behind him, he walks towards the couch, taking off his jacket and welcoming the warmth this small place has to offer. Facing the window which only faces a white brick wall, nothing to be really seem as blankness.
Once again, the sounds, the chattering and existence of others disappears, and now he stands alone within the blank room which will slowly be filled with the words he wishes to ignore. Once again, he's alone with the dark waters and a shattering Hope which is slowly being washed away from his grip.
Taking his shoes off, he lets them rest by the couch which faces the entrance door, letting his bare feet to touch the cold tiles of the house he lives within. Letting his body fall upon the old leather, he closes his eyes, slowly breathing as he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes once more. Stop breathing, wouldn't be so bad. The thought rang, not only within his mind but within the blank walls, hearing them as they echo away from the walls and become repeated.
"No...I just have to wait...I just have to wait..." he mumbles to himself, his lips trembling as he bit at his inner cheeks, trying to distract himself with the pain which gently spreads within his mouth. But the heaviness never seem to leave his mind, as if the water only rose and made the words a hushed noise; draining him with every bit of energy that ate away of him. But he began to try to swim, in hope of having the waters drain away.
The sound of the clock becomes louder, his fears grows as the thoughts drown away, drown in nothing but pure fear, feeling his heart beginning to tremble, beating with pain. The sky darkens, letting the room fall in darkness, letting it take over as it seems to embrace the blankness of the room.
Will they ever be able to make them proud? Will his mother look towards him with adoring loving eyes and hold him? Will she kiss his head and tell him that she is proud? That she would never stop loving him? Will his father look at him with pride? Will he be able to make them proud?
The thoughts flutter again once again, whispering to him like like a taunting monster, the monster which lived within his mind.
Is he worthy enough? How can he make it? He is not special...so how will he? How will he stand out when there at people whom are born with talent? Will he be chosen? If not...what then? Will he be able to survive? His life...will it still be meaningful? Living a life which he cannot live the way he wishes...will it be worth living? Living the life which is filled with pain and struggle of survival will be worth living? No...he wouldn't.
Like a dirty black mud, his heart became full with the sickening feeling, his mind filling with pain as his body became numb; leaving him in complete helpless, no where to turn to as no hope seem to seethe anymore, but a small spark. But that is left with waiting, waiting, and waiting. He needed to wait a bit more. To get only one word, to hear what his future holds.
Opening his eyes, the warm tears tackle from the corner of his eyes and trail down his smooth skin, letting them drop as they hold the pain and weights which he holds heavily within him. Painful, his head began to hurt once more; the doubt and fear have begun to eat away of him.
The silent room suddenly echoes with a ring, the phone rang. Jolting up to his feet, his heart began to beat sharply against his chest, tears flowing still; walking towards the phone, he sniffs and wipes at his nose heavily, clearing his throat before answering the phone, his hand trembling. "Hello." He answers, his voice clear. A wave of relieve washing over him as the emotions didn't seem to show within his voice.
"Is this mr. Jung Hoseok?" The women's soft high voice comes through the device.
"Yes. It's Hoseok." He lets out a shaky breathe.
"I'm calling to give your answer from the audition which you have given a week ago."
"Alright." He nods to himself, clenching his fist as tears only flow heavier.
"We're sorry. You weren't chosen, but your audition video was passed on to other companies in case they wished to have you."
He could hear the shattering noises of his soul; his body suddenly becoming too numb to feel or even stand straight. His mind now has become blank, heaviness completely setting in, the dark waters having him completed risen up to his shoulder blade.
"I...ah..." his throat build up with sickening lump.
"Sir, are you there?"
"...yes...thank you..."
"It's alright. Thank you for auditioning."
"It was nothing..." the line goes dead, and he stands in his spot, holding the phone to his ear still, hearing the repeated 'beeb'; hoping to have heard wrong. Hoping for the women's voice to appear again and tell him he was chosen. But it never happened. It was silent.
His hands began to shake as he placed the phone back to where it belonged. "What should I do? What should I do now? What's next? What...should I do...?" He wondered, his mind trembling and crumbling as he began to pace. This time his whole mind and soul desperately searched for an answer which seem to be long gone. "I should have...I should have..." He mumbles, heaving heavily as his heart pounded heavily against his chest, burning and stabbing at his heart which once beat with spark of home, now it beats with pain and shame.
This time, the blank white walls, seem black, turning into nothingness as his chest seem to be empty with the dark hole.
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The stars covered by grey clouds. The only lights which seem to shine were the ones lined on either side of the bridge. The waters gentle wave hitting the poles, soothing and singing with the wind which cut gently between his skin. The black waters seem familiar, just like the ones that seem to be within his mind. If this world before him held an ounce of colours, now it was easily washed away by the black waters.
He leans against the cold metal, the freezing iron burning his skin. The clothes seems too thin as they gently flow and stick to his body as the wind blows. His eyes becoming empty as they blankly stare towards the darkness which seem to only welcome peace.
His body ached, his feet pulsed, his back begged for a rest. Not wanting to take another step as his limb begged for some source of rest. But he ignored what his body calls for and only stares towards the black sky which mixtures with the river of nothingness.
A small ring flows and mixes with the air. His head filled with thoughts, the words which seem to do nothing but only make his soul more tired. Reaching for the device, He answers. "...hello?"
"Hoseok-Hyung? Where are you?"
A shaken small sigh leaves his lips, softly looking down towards the black river which seem to only swallow and never give. "Went for a walk." He says.
"I thought we were gonna hang out tonight. Where did you go?" The voice seemed full of concerned.
"The highway bridge." He answers shortly. A small tear filling his eyes as he listens to his friends voice, the one that might be last.
"You telling me you walked for four hours or something?" The voice says in disbelief. "Why would you go that far?"
"I needed to think." Tears fall, his blue lips trembles. "Jimin-ah..." his voice wavered.
"Hyung, are you okay?" The voice grew worried.
"I'm sorry. If I was ever a burden. If I...was nothing but disappointment...the only thing I wanted was to...to live my dream." The tears once against rushed down his soft cheeks; throat filled and squeezed, as he wished for his voice wouldn't crack.
"No! No! Why would you say that?" The younger lets out a nervous chuckle. "Hyung, I will come and pick you up, Alright. Did you drink?"
Wiping away at the useless tears which didn't seem to lighten his heavy stone heart. "It's fine, Jimin." He sniffs as more tears drops. A flash image of his parents crossed his eyes, causing him to let out a small whimper. He have disappointed them...he has...that is what he believes...he should have listened to his mother and father. "Jimin, tell my...tell my parents I loved them. Tell them I am so fucking sorry..." he mumbles, feeling his whole body tremble and shake as the tingles of helplessness settle in. "Tell them it will be alright now..."
"Hyung, whatever you're thinking about doing, don't fucking do it! Please!" Jimin shouts, the phone shaking in his hand as he runs down the stairs. "Hyung, you still have a chance, you can turn your life around! It's fine, you will be alright, Hyung..."
Hoseok nods over the phone, closing his eyes and feeling the hot tears slide down from his neck. "Goodbye, Jimin." He mumbles, smiling with difficulty as tears didn't seem to stop.
"HYUNG-" He ends the call, sliding the phone gently back inside his pocket, feeling his whole body shake as he stared more towards the blackness of the river.
He stood still; listening and watching. The sound of cars gently driving by; the sound of wind which now became more gentle, as if giving his last moments a bit of peace. The rivers waters splashed against the bridge, as if they are yearning and pulling him to come and become one with the waters. To be vanished within its darkness which will end up with nothingness. Simple images of his smile presses against his own mind, slowly remembering the smiles he shared with his friends which held him dear, the images which all held sweet memory which placed a painful smile upon his trembling lips.
"...ugh...ah..." covering his mouth with the palm of his hands, he tried to muffle away his own cries. Scared of him to be heard, scared of being looked with pity and disappointment from the ones which were not there. Tears seem to only stream more as his mind now was filled with these heavy memory of his own happiness; the boy which laughed and ran to his friends to play...where was he? The boy who thought the world was not that Heavy...Who was he? The boy who never stopped smiling...how is he?
Lost.
No one.
Hopeless.
Clenching his jaw tightly, he began to kick at the iron railing, punching as his knuckle slowly turned purple. Wanting to erase the pain as it seem to cut and choke at his throat. "AHHHHH!" He lets out a sudden yell, his chest wavering as his whole body once again become numb; as it had no other frustration to let out. Now only disappointment remained. "If only..."He mutters, the thought of his own family merges with his own smile, remembering his own fathers gently pet upon his small head as he was a child; remembering his own mothers sweet embrace as she kissed at his cheek; remembering his sisters sweet smile as she fed him.
A yelling rang within his mind, his fathers. Him shouting and yelling as he glared at him with furry. "YOU STUPID SON! THATS NOT A DREAM THATS DELUSION!"
"I ONLY LIVE ONCE! I want to live up to my dream!" He has shouted back.
"Dear, he's just young..." his mother tried to calm his father.
"Young and stupid of course." He shook his head. "I want you to live a good life, AND CHASING THAT EMPTY DREAM OF YOURS WILL GET YOU NO WHERE!"
"Honey, please calm down..."
"WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND THAT I DONT WANT YOU LAYING ON THE STREETS EATING DIRT?" His father yelled with pain.
"IF I DONT LIVE MY LIFE THE WAY I WANT THEN WHATS THE POINT OF EVEN GOING FORWARD?" He has screamed back.
His heart ached, his head throbbed as he earned for those yelling; the yelling which had warmth beneath them, but now, silence is the only thing heard and beneath them there is coldness. To have his father by his side and scold him for being so reckless, to have his mother trying to reason with him. To have them both welcome him once again; wishing to be a child again. A child with infinity of dreams and no worries, playing and giggling and only concern to have was the want to stay up a bit more than bed time.
His eyes slowly travelled towards the sky which was half covered by clouds, showing small bits of stars as they shone weakly through. With a small blow of the wind, the smell of dust and salted water appears again, the sound of cars honking and smoothly driving is mixed with the sound of gentle waves; a small rings mixes with the melody of the wind. His lips trembling, tears cooling his reddened cheek as they stream down his cheeks; he grips tighter upon the iron freezing railing.
Bringing out the device, he looks towards the bright screen; there are texts, some miss calls. The words which struck at his heart like swords.
"Hoseok-Hyung, I'm coming. Don't do anything, please! You'll be alright! I promise you, everything will be alright"-Jimin
The words filled his throat, almost choking him as he sniffed. Drops of tears falling on the screen as he scrolled with shaking hands.
"I will always be here. We will be here every step of the way. Please...you have more than enough time."-Jimin
He finally lets his cries to be heard, he lets his voice to mix with air as slowly kneels before the railing; feeling the cold ground. His chest hammering as his mind begged for an option, for some sort of saviour to wash away all the pain which he feels upon himself. Wishing to have everything to become silenced. "Why..." His voice rings within the air. Looking towards the screen and words as he clutched at his chest. Tears soaking his skin. "Burden...I'm sorry..." he mumbles, reading the words again.
Ever since he had come to anyone, he have become nothing but a burden, making them worry and them having to stick around and feeling emotions which. They never deserve to feel; if only he was gone...no one had to feel such horrible emotions.
He thought.
If only I was gone...
If only I listened...
If only I just tried to live an alright life...
If only...if only I didn't think about making anything a reality...
Dreams stay dreams...
And this world will stay cruel...
If society don't need you...they won't want you...
You will be morning but a bug they wouldn't mind getting rid of...
Meaningless...
Empty...
Everything around him seem to slowly become blank. The world around him seem to fade away, separating itself from him. As if he never belonged upon that very ground he had kneeled upon.
Dark...and darker...and darker...
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Nothing seem to be bright, not even the glittering stars. His mind filled with black waters, drowning him deeper and deeper within the darkness of its own. Within his mind, shouting and screaming for a way out, to drain the waters, but his lost; nothing more can be seen than the pitch black.
His breathing thickens, his chest burning, his body slowly becoming numb as the cold began stabbing at his form. Leaning against the small wall which separated the road and the side walk of the bridge, he lets his cries become muffled with the waves of the river; the river which seem to call him, pull him and tempt him to become one with its dark waters.
"What place do you think you have in this world?" A voice seems to sing to him, whispering within his ears as he stares towards the never ending black waters. "What good are you now? Not a good son, not a good friend, not even hired for what you want because you're not good enough...you're never good enough." The voice seems so familiar. "Just end everything. Everyone will be better off without you. No one will care, you're not special. There are billions of people. You're not special." It was his own voice. His own mind which whispered to him. Begging for freedom.
His phone began to coverage, ringing continuously; cutting off the sound of his own mind which was suffocating him. Looking at the screen which had brightens once more, She was calling him. His sister.
A pound of force seem to press harshly against his chest. He wanted to hear her voice, the sister which held his hand when he have become scared of the future.
He answers, placing the phone on his ear. "Hello? Hoseok?" Her soothing voice rang through the device.
"Hi," He mutters. Clearing his throat as his voice came out raspy. The wind blew, causing his body to tremble. "Everything alright?" He asks, wiping at his tears; he didn't want to cry, he didn't want her to hear his cries.
"Of course. Just wanted to know how the audition go." Her voice sounds so cheery and soft. "Are you outside? You'll get a cold." She lightly scolds.
"It's fine." He mutters. Biting harshly at his inner cheek.
"How did the audition go? Did you got in?"
"Uh..." his voice broke, tears flowing as his shallow whimpers flew from his lips. "I..."
"I'm sorry, Don't cry Hoseok. It's fine, it will be alright...." she mumbles through the device softly. "It's only one more step towards where you want to be...sister is here...it's not the end of the world." she mumbles, and he can almost feel her soothing touch through his hair.
"Yeah..." he nods wiping at his tears, causing his skin to flush red, almost the same colour at his eyes. "It just...It's a shock...that's all." He lets out a forced chuckle through the phone, then sealing his lips closed from letting out anymore noise.
His mind screamed, his soul clawed for her warmth. To have her arms around him and letting him cry upon her shoulder. No more being a burden. So he stopped himself.
"Hoseok...dad asked about you..." his breathing became heavy as he heard her words. "He wants to see you..." his body began to shake harder than it had before, his mind becoming more stranded and tight.
The image of his father flashed before his eyes. The memory which bitterly had been pinned within his mind. The day which he had told him to never return. And he had been so blinded and filled with delusion to walk away from his parents which had never wanted the worse for him.
"Wants to see me?" Shaken voice, trembling lips.
"Yeah...it's been five years. Five years of not seeing or hearing from his son." She murmurs. Listening carefully as she laid against her soft couch. "Even though, you disobeyed. Walked off, I don't think it's worth it. They're waiting for you to come back home." She lets out a smile through the phone.
Finally, his chest exploded with burning emotions, the black water within his mind slowly draining, letting him breathe. "But...I disappointed them...I..." He cries, letting himself to be heard as he clenched his jaw, feeling stabs of pain which followed by a soothing warm waters.
She listens, feeling her own pain as she hears her younger brother cry in pain and guilt. She knew. He was never fine. And as she was listening to him, she knew he had come to the end of his strings.
"My...dream...they were right...I should have...it was a lost dream..." he coughs, sniffing before letting his tears fall again, pressing his forehead against his knees.
"No, Hoseok. It was never a lost dream. Your dream was never empty, you just thought there is only one way of achieving it." She lets out a soft and small chuckle. Feeling her own heart becoming heavier the longer she listened to his cries. "You can teach dance. You're talented. You can open you own class and teach many others to dance. You don't need anyone's validation for that."
For once in many years, the stars seem to have become brighter. The world becoming more open. Taking a heavy breath, his chest became lighter as he heard her voice. The blackness of the waters within his mind slowly fading, letting him breathe. "I can...?" He mumbles, slowly looking towards where he had come from.
"Yes, you can." She says. "Go back home, sleep. I'm guessing you had a stressful day." She tells him, knowing his mind and body needs rest. "We will talk more tomorrow. I'll be on my way. I will see you tomorrow, Alright?" She's trying to make him promise. Promise that he will be there tomorrow.
Taking in a thick air, a painful smile crosses his lips, nodding. "Alright...I'll see you tomorrow..." He mutters. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Silence once again surrounds him. But instead of the silence feeling heavy and loud, this time it felt lighter, peaceful.
His father wished to see him. He could live his dream. If he truly tried, he could. A chuckle leaves his lips as tears still stream down his eyes. Then...then he could be less of a burden...this way he could help the ones whom have helped them.
I just needed to wait...
He thought.
Now he wasn't surrounded by is own thoughts. He wasn't abandoned, his father wanted to see him. He wished to see him. And that had been all he needed, family, options...now he only needed to apologise.
But suddenly, once again his mind wondered. What if he hadn't talked to his sister? What would have happened then? Would he have jumped and let the dark water take him into its arms and make him become one with the waters? Probably...yes. For how long had he been blinded? Is this...a start for the better? Well he end up within this very same path? Will it go right? Will it go wrong? Will he succeed? Will his father not regret seeing him again? Will he not be a disappointment?
Doubt rushed once again. Scaring him as he stood there, eyes puffed and body trembling as his mind traveled towards the future. Eyes fixed upon the river.
The river...it flowed, gently washing and going towards the big ocean which is sure to be miles away. But it still kept going and became one with the sea. Is that the only thing he needed to do? Gently going with the flow and enjoy the present while going towards the dream he had ever since of his teenage years. Being patient? Recognising he was never alone? That he is surrounded by many others whom are scared of the future. If he becomes...learns how to become a river...will he finally become one with the sea? Rivers have pathways...and if they don't they make one. They never turn away. But they do drain away.
But for now...he had found his path...one more option to go towards. One more road to explore and reach for his dream. The dream which had become a lost dream once. Once more...he will try once more. This time, no more audition, but a place of his own which was filled with his dream. A class where he teaches others like his own to fall in love with dancing. He will build his dream. That will be his goal.
More like a river.
He thought. His tears finally coming to a stop, the pains slowly fading away as his mind was drained away from the black waters.
Hope...that's what had been given to him. A small hope.
He will thank those whom have helped him one day. He will return their gratitude. He will thank them and now to them for always trying to light his fire while it had began to burn out. His parents, his sister, Jimin whom have cried out for him to not to think of doing anything rash.
"HOSEOKIE-HYUNG!" A voice echoed through the side walk. Looking towards long path, he sees a figure running towards where he lays, the black hair flowing as the wind seem to push past them. As he comes closer, he slows down. "Hyung..." tears have streamed down his face, eyes red as his lips trembled as he watched the men lay against the small wall. Dropping to his knees, he wraps his arm harshly around Hoseok, holding him tightly.
Hoseok returned his embrace, closing his eyes as he held the shaking men within his arms. "Jimin...I'm sorry..." he mumbles, but this time for a different reason.
"I was so worried...I should have come to your house sooner...please Hyung...don't do this again..." his voice shook, holding on to the men tightly as if he let go, he would vanish and never return.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, Jimin...I'm sorry for worrying you...I was being stupid..." Hoseok sniffs, pulling away and wiping at the youngest eyes as they were blood shed red. But Jimin still held on to his clothes. Not wanting to see the men he sees as brother gone. A part of him would go along with him if he had.
"No hyung...you weren't being stupid. You're anything but stupid." He mumbles, looking at Hoseok's figure, looking for any form of injury. "It's your mind. Your mind is your world. But I'm sorry for not being there for you...I should have known that the news was really important to you. I should have stayed with you." He says, coughing as tears streamed down his face. "Hyung, lets go home." He is quick to pull at his arm, helping the older to stand on his feet. Wanting him away from the place which would have taken him away.
"Alright." Hoseok mumbles, his throat sore as he have yelled. Hissing as his legs and body have become numb, every movement felt like stab wounds.
"Hyung..." Jimin sniffs. His hand shaking as he helped Hoseok walking towards where he had left the car. "You will be alright...I will be here for you...don't worry okay? No matter what, I will never let you loose your dream..." Jimin says, his eyes fixed on the car.
A small sincere smile forms upon his lips. His heart tingling with a small delight.
He have never been alone. "I know..." he mumbles, his eyes slowly closing.
"Hyung? Are you okay?" Jimin looks towards him, noticing his limb body as his eyes are half close. "Hyung?" Concern filling his eyes and voice.
"I just want to sleep Jimin...I'm tired..."
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The dance room slowly began to fill with people, from young to middle aged people. Sitting down their waters by the mirrored wall, they all lined in lines carefully as they waited for their teacher to come through. Smiles of excitement can been seen on some of them as they waited to let their bodies move the rhythm of the music, letting their bodies tell a certain story as the music plays.
He walked through the door, light green sweatpants as the light t-shirt gently flowed on his body, his water bottle in hand as he walked ahead of everyone. Setting his water bottle at the front, he turns towards his students, a bright smile upon his lips. Everyone slowly quieting down their chattering as they noticed their teacher is about to speak, all eyes trained on him.
"Hello, welcome to your first dance lesson. For starters, I will let you know that I will be making sure everyone here would leave with the confidence they want, with smiles plastered on their face, with bright hope and light, I will make sure you walk away from here and take a small bits of this place with you and it becomes part of you. I will be here with you every step of the way, you will be alright and do good. I will help you find your passion for dancing. My name is Jung Hoseok, also known as J-Hope. You can ask me anything."
He nods towards his new students. A young boy holds up his hand, Hoseok nods towards him. "Was dancing your passion?" The boy asks, bringing his hands to his lips and beginning to bites his nails.
Hoseok nods gently. "It was always my dream."
THE END