The Hunters and their Prey || A Vhope story

The Locker

Thank you so much guys for reading my story and voting for it. It means the world to me. I hope that you guys are enjoying it so far. I will try to upload as fast as I can. It is just that I am stuck with all these online classes and assignments. Yeah...life sucks sometimes.😣

However, I am so excited for their Journey to new york after such a long time, and this is the first chance I get to say 'Have a safe flight' as an army ☺☺☺

Stepping inside the studio after these many days... Hope doesn't know what to feel exactly. Should he be happy about finally coming back to the place which was a second home to him or should he be sad because the major reason for those smiles will never be waiting here for him? Whenever he used to come here after his classes, the studio will be filled with music and laughter from people. Kids will be running around and boys and girls will be trying out new choreography and Mark will be standing in the middle of the studio, instructing the kids with a soft smile and warm eyes looking fondly over them. The moment he steps inside the studio, Mark will turn towards him and say 'Hope, You are back', and then he will start asking questions like how the day at the school was, whether he is hungry and will nag about him not taking any breaks while practising... Most of the kids here even thought that Hope was Mark's real brother. Can't blame them when Mark never failed to show his care and affection towards the younger openly.  It kind of terrifies Hope that all of it will be now just memories..not part of his life.

When he opened the door to the main office in the studio he nearly cursed out loud...the once neat and perfect studio now looked like a bulldozer had run over it. The police had dragged every single file out of the cabinets and spread it across the room, nope, tore apart will be a better phrase. Even all the furnitures were knocked out. What the hell were these guys doing? finding evidence or destroying it?

 He moved to the shelf that faces the door which contains all of their achievements so far. Luckily police managed to do the least damage there. Their first grand trophy won by Hoseok and his team four years ago was laying abandoned. He straightened it up and ran his fingers over it. It was one of the happiest days in both Mark's and Hoseok's life.  Winning without having any expert choreographers or many students was an extremely hard task for both of them. They didn't have any proper studio at that time. They used to practice in their school auditorium and rooftops with the help of a battered speaker. He still remembers how he nearly had a panic attack after seeing all those top dance school kids in the backstage. Both of them didn't even expect to get third place in that competition. But fate was on their side that day... when the result came, all of them were dumbstruck and he and Mark burst into tears. After that everything became much easier for them...there were more sponsors..more students and more popularity. He glanced over each and every single certificate on the wall....this is not supposed to be the end of their journey. They still have a long way to go...huge steps to climb. How was he supposed to do that alone? He sighed loudly and turned towards the entrance. Ha Na and So Mun were behind him looking equally distressed.

"Oh My God....what kind of animals came in here? Are they really Police officers? Can't they go through the files without destroying this place?" Ha Na was complaining loudly while cleaning the room. well her OCD must be kicking start by now. Hoseok looked at the chair Mark usually occupies. On weekends, often he and Mark will stay back and have a chat here. They will talk about all the plans they have for the studio and the competitions they have to win and the new talents they find among their students. Now, what should he do? How could he leave all this behind? How could he hand over this to me without thinking much? what if I failed to keep up? What if I made a mess and all those efforts they took go down the drain? Hope couldn't stop but wonder what should have gone through Mark's mind while preparing that will. It is something that keeps him awake at night. A part of him couldn't help but feel a little angry about Mark not giving anything ahead to prepare him for this..he could have at least given him a clue..or shown a path where he could at least look for answers...not leaving him in dark like this. He feels like being thrown into a pool without knowing how to swim. At least he could have given him a chance to say goodbye, a chance to tell him how much Mark meant to him and thank him for all this time...