Just Dance || Vhope

~PROLOGUE~

PROLOGUE

A 7-year-old Kim Taehyung listened carefully to the beat, sweat rolling down his head.

"Gotta. Keep. Going." He panted, his feet moved automatically to the rhythm of the song.

"Taehyungie!" A shout was heard from upstairs. "You gotta go now!"

"Wait I need to finish this dance." He used the last of his breath, the song coming to the bridge.

"Taehyungie, we can't be late for the doctor's appointment!"

At this, Taehyung just ignored, continuing his complex dance. He panted, as the music came to a stop. "Okay eomma! I'm coming!" He chugged down a bottle of water, and got a cloth to wipe off his sweat.

Taehyung, in the car, danced using only his hands in the car too, making the whole car shake.

"Taehyungie, I said for the millionth time, you can dance, but don't do it that roughly." Taehyung's mother looked back at the dancing boy.

"But I want to become a famous dancer when I grow up!" Taehyung whined. "I need to practice, I'm not good enough!"

"You had all the time at home to practice, you had enough practice."

Taehyung started dancing immediately, as the song he previously danced to in the dance room came up.

"TaeTae, stop shaking the car! The cliché car crash would happen!" The driver, Taehyung's dad, warned him.

"Fine!' Taehyung groaned at his parents commands, crossing his arms stubbornly.

"Good job Taehyungie." Taehyung's mother turned back to face the front.

"We're here Taehyungie." The said boy's mother unbuckled her seatbelt and left the car, along with her husband.

Taehyung felt the urge to dance as he walked into the room he was going to be checked in, since his favourite song was on.

He laid down in the bed, wondering what he was being checked for. "Eomma."

"Yeah?" His mother responded almost immediately.

"What am I being checked on?" Taehyung curiously asked.

"Monthly check." She smiled at his son. But Taehyung knew that she was lying.

"Eomma, I haven't had a check like this before." Taehyung just knew.

"Well, its a new one."

"You're lying." Taehyung glared at his mother. "You're not good at lying."

"I'm not lying, I never lie."

"What about the time that you said that when I laugh before sleep I get bad dreams? Huh? I always have good dreams!" Taehyung snapped, losing control. "Who said that broccoli tasted like candy? Who was the one that said that dancing wasn't my thing? WELL IT IS MY THING!!" Taehyung was about to get out of the bed when the doctors came.

"The scan is starting."

"Okay." Taehyung scoffed, laying back down. A tingling feeling went down Taehyung's spine. 'I'm getting scanned for something I don't know.' Taehyung scoffed at the thought.

Taehyung heard faint voices.

"His legs. There's something wrong with them Mrs and Mr Kim. Does he usually use them?" The doctors informed Taehyung's parents.

"Oh well, he always dances way too much!" Taehyung's mother exclaimed a little too loudly.

'Why aren't they believing in me? My dream?" Taehyung wondered, looking up to the ceiling. 'Why?'

"This might be sad news for him... but he probably can't dance that much, until we find out what is wrong with his legs and hopefully fix it."

Taehyung gasped. He wanted to practice dancing every single day.

"Or else he won't be able to dance for the rest of his life."

"That's all nonsense." Taehyung scoffed out loud. 'They're just trying to stop me from dancing, they are putting on an act, they even lied to me, its obvious!' Taehyung glared at his parents, who were talking to the doctors.

"Probably talking about me." Taehyung murmured, getting off the uncomfortable bed.

"How can a 7-year-old be so mean?" Taehyung's annoying high pitched mother complained to the doctors. Taehyung saw the doctors face that read 'Why are you telling me this?'

Taehyung smirked, as he opened the door and sneaked out, away from his parents sight. 'Yes, time to dance.'

Taehyung placed the speakers on the side of the dance room he entered, and got ready in his starting pose, waiting for the music to play. He was like a AI, coded to perfectly perform each dance move.

A burning sensation ran down his leg. It was like it was on fire. Taehyung winced as he tried to continue going on.

"Need. To. Stay. Up." He panted at each dance movement, alert if his parents were nearby.

"Need. to. stay. up." He started speaking in a whisper, energy draining from him 'I'm so weak! Why am I-' His thoughts were cut off, as black spot slowly came to his vision.

"Help..." he slurred, then collapsing to the floor.

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That was 8 years ago.