𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 90 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓮

A loud thud resounded through the massive hall as the spotlights flickered on, the stage lighting up. Minho set a few steps onto it, wandering to its center. 

He raised his head, exhaling. His eyes scanned over the hall, stapled with rows on rows of seats. He brought his arms up, reaching them into the air. 

In a week, he would stand here, the rows filled with people, everyone thinking something. Minho exhaled once more, closing his eyes, letting his body move to a melody that wasn't even sounding. It felt like floating. He loved it, just letting his heart take him places. His teeth showed as he smiled, his body flowing to this soundless music. This is what he was supposed to do. A spirit like his should be free. Minho came to a stop, opening his eyes again, staring out into the empty venue. He took a few steps back, still smiling, retreating into the shadows of the backstage. 

"That's right!" The teacher clapped, returning to the stage where Minho stood in the center, out of breath and sweat dripping from his skin. "Just remember what you practiced, and you'll do well on stage." 

"Thank you, ma'am." Minho bowed. A roar of clapping followed from the people sitting in the audience. A smile appeared on Minho's face upon meeting those of his friends and Jisung. He made a momentary bow before descending from the stage. 

"Should we grab a cup of coffee?" Jisung offered. Minho agreed with a hum, taking the bottle of water the other held out for him. "Iced Americano?" Hyunjin popped up his head from behind a seat. "Yes." Minho laughed.  

With Minho in front, Jisung, and the rest of their friends, including Hyunjin, Chan, Felix, and Seungmin, followed through the grand halls, passing different studios, classes, and rooms. At the end of the hall, an opening led to a walk-through canteen, a few students grabbing something to eat or drink, and chatting away with their classmates. "You can get anything you want so feel free to grab whatever." Minho informed, earning a few nods from the others. 

Minho sat down in his chair, crossing his leg as he tapped onto the carton wrapping of his cup with his finger. Jisung took a sip from his cup, catching Minho's eyes when he set it down. "Okay. What is it this time that seems to keep you occupied?" Minho sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. 

"I am performing next week." 

"That sounds good. What's the problem?" Hyunjin asked, settling down at their table, placing two cups of coffee down on it for him and Chan. "I keep thinking about it." Jisung reached his hand over the table, resting it on top of Minho's. "I just can't seem to silence my thoughts." 

"I am finally doing something I have always wanted to. It's all difficult to believe. Things seem to work out for me instead of work against me. I guess I just feel more pressured by that." 

Minho grinned, speaking up again before anyone else could as the rest focussed on him. "Yet I feel like there is something lifted from my shoulders. I feel happy and grateful for getting this chance. This is what I should do." 

"You should tell what's on your mind more often," Jisung commented, caressing Minho's hand. He halted before saying what he wanted, eyes scanning the table before him before sighing, the corners of his mouth tugging into a smile. Jisung looked back into Minho's eyes. "Do something you really want to in life. Now is your chance. I believe in you." 

"We're all rooting for you here," Chan added, tilting his head to look over at Minho. "Ji and Chan are right," Felix filled in with that bright smile of his, placing his cup down. Hyunjin just put his hand on Minho's shoulder, flashing him a reassuring grin. "Your coffees have been standing there for a while," Minho remarked, taking a sip from his cup, and avoiding the rest of their gazes, earning playful eye-rolls and sighs. "But,"