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~31~

Hoseok was walking on the street. His feet dragging him to somewhere he himself doesn't know. His mind were clouded by a cretain mint haired man. His mind was clouded by thoughts about Min Yoongi and the words he can still hear ringing in his head.

'He's just some sensless kid I am forced to hang out with'
'He's just some sensless kid I am forced to-
'He's just some sensless kid-
'senseless kid'

Hoseok wanted to cry. He so badly wanted to cry, but he just can't. He was stuck with Yoongi's voice.

His words strucking him like an arrow piercing his heart and breaking it to shreds.

He was confused, tired, scared, broken, he was just so lost he can't seem to cry and shed the tears he so wanted to let go.

Yoongi was forced to be friends with him. Was that true? Hoseok can't tell.

He became his friend because Yoongi wanted to help him right? Not because he was forced right?

Hoseok wanted to know. His head thinking too much about their encounters and finally remembering things he did not seem to see.

Yoongi asked him to be his friend because he was the only one Hoseok could feel. No- actually Hoseok was the one who asked if they could be friends. And seing it like that Hoseok was stunned with how dense he was.

Yoongi might have been forced to be friends with him. He might have guilt trapped Yoongi into this friendship, or whatever it is called. And that thought started to occupy his head.

If he was just forced, then why did Yoongi told him that he'd always stay? Always be right there for Hoseok, to always be there to listen?

Why did Yoongi acted as if he was okay with everything? Was it really all an act? Because he can't live with guilt building in his guts? Was all of their nightly talks  just caused by the guilt Yoongi was trapped into?

And without knowing it, Hoseok found his self stepping into a building he so well know about. Walking towards the girl that seemed to be shocked to see him.

"Hoseok you're here. Been awhile" Ryujin gave him her sweetest smile. Making Hoseok give her a not so subtle forced smile in return.

"Basements all yours" Ryujin said and gaved Hoseok the keys.

Hoseok's own feet dragged him towards the room. The room he knew by heart. The room he just so called to be one of his 'comfort place'.

Opening the basement, he walked towards a room. Walking through a pile of papers, piles of boxes, and stuffs the basement of a hotel would have. And finally, he was standing infront of a light blue colored door.

Walking in, he felt his whole body calm down. Seing the room the sane as he once left it.

It was his personal dance studio. Not his own, but the owner of the hotel did gave him his word telling Hoseok he could use it anytime he wanted.

It was an ordinary dance studio. With a whole wall covered with mirrors and the whole room having nothing but a single person sofa.

He felt himself wanting to break down as his mask started to fade. His eyes started to tear up and Hoseok abruptly stopped it from falling.

Just a few minutes ago he wanted to so badly cry, but as he went inside this room, his safe place, he suddenly don't want to cry. Don't want to remember one of his break downs whenever he goes back here next time.

So he immediately fished out his speakers and phone from his bag. Setting his bag on the sofa and setting the speaker on the floor.

He thanked his mom for telling him to not wear skinny jeans today for it was still cold and made him wear jogger pants instead.

Glad he used his rubber shoes and having an extra shirt in his bag. Changing his cream colored hoodie, he changed into a more comfortable shirt.

Taking hold of his phone, Hoseok scrolled through his playlist and looked for any song to dance with.

He's here now, so he might as well dance right?

And after he found a song he wanted to dance with, he immediately started dancing.

Dancing was always his hobby. A way to take his frustrations out. To take out all of his thoughts and just wanting to dance. Dancing was his comfort place. His own safe place.

People thought he wouldn't be good at dancing. For he could strain himself and even be physically injured without him even knowing. Yet he didn't care.

This was him. Dancing is him. And he would gladly strain and be hurt by doing the thing he knows is talking to people about who he was.

So he danced and dance. Songs changing yet he still danced. His moves as fluid as a professional dancer. Sometimes just making up steps to some of the songs he just heard of.

He danced like it was his lifeline. Danced as if it was his own blood running through his veins.

Hoseok just danced, not wanting to think about anything in the moment but just him dancing. Just him doing the thing he loves with all his heart.

And as songs changed, hours also passed. Might be an exaggeration, but hours literally passed. And Hoseok did never had once stopped. Feeling his breath getting heavier but he did not care. He needed this. Needed it to be calmer.

Yet he was stopped when his speakers rang a tune which meant someone was calling him.

He immediately turn off the speaker and answer the call, it was his sister.

"Where are you Seok? It's almost 10. Did you eat somewhere?" Hoseok was stunned. He was dancing for almost five hours?

He took a deep breath and stood up, walking towards his bag and taking it unto his hands.

"Oh yeah sorry noona. I'm here at the studio, I ate with Ryujin. I'm sorry I forgot to call you guys"

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KANSBSBHSBABD not the best chapter but uwu, I just love writing about Hoseok's love for dancing.

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