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"so how's my favourite dancer doing?" asked hoseok, running his hands through his bag, yet smiling.

"fine... i guess," you whispered the last two words. he raised his head up and raised a brow.

"really?" he questioned, concerned, taking his water bottle.

"i can't lie to you, hoseok. i'm not fine. i don't think i'm doing good with my dance at all. i got scolded again," he sighed.

"y/n—i'm not a professional; just a student, yet your senior, but personally, i like your dance a lot. your moves never fail to amuse me. just keep on trying. i know you can do it. you will be the perfect dancer," he again smiled and so did i.

"thank you," i mumbled. "have a good day."

"you too," he walked away, smiling. a smile which he wore all the time. a smile that she loved.


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