"Why are you afraid?"
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Love was never something Seungmin Kim was in search of. To him, the concept had always seemed too surreal to be anything true, so he never bothered to find it anywhere. Besides, none of the ladies he had encountered ever...
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St. Nicholas' All-Boys Academy of Arts. Ballet Dancers' Practice room; A. Tuesday, 4:55 p.m. ———
He was lost. Amidst all the chaos around, he was calm. Relaxed, he was slowly beginning to feel. At ease, as if there wasn't a care in the world.
Hyunjin was graceful. Every move he made was gentle. Every turn, every jump, it all held so much elegance. And he was quickly becoming lost from reality. Losing all his senses in the dance, he was only able to hear the sweet melody of the violin playing in the background.
But most times, he wouldn't even hear the music anymore. Sometimes, he wouldn't even need it to begin dancing. To have the music to dance to meant having to ask someone to come play for him as he did his routine, but most of the time, Hyunjin just wanted to be alone. He wanted to freely express himself through his dance, without anyone's eyes glancing at him, without anyone's attention being on him.
However, opposed to how he usually liked it, Hyunjin danced that Tuesday afternoon as Jeongin Yang played a piece for him.
Jeongin was always an exception. He was probably the only one Hyunjin still continued to practice with, even when he did not want to be with anyone. They weren't the closest, but to say that meant that Hyunjin had other people he was close to, but in reality, he wasn't close with anyone.
It was hard to build trust. Coming from one of the wealthiest families around, Hyunjin didn't know if he could trust anyone around him. Certain instances from his past had proved that trust was indeed way too easily broken, and so he had never wanted to ever be completely open with anyone. He kept secrets, left things unspoken, letting a side of him stay away from everyone around.
Hyunjin turned, and then he jumped, and then small steps to the front, and a few to the back, but to him, he was simply floating. It felt as if he were flying.
But suddenly he was standing all alone. Alone, in front of many watching him, waiting for his first move, wanting to judge it, to find mistakes, to point out every flaw and imperfection. Yet he didn't move. He just stared into the darkness around, him until the music suddenly made its way to him.
He turned to where the sound was coming from, and there stood Jeongin, a bright smile on his face as his tune slowly began to escalate to its first section. And so he turned back around to the audience, and he made his first move.
He danced around the stage, letting his body move with the flow as if he were a feather flying lightly in mid-air with the force of the wind-- until a new sound appeared in the composition.
He stopped, people gasped, and he turned around. A familiar face suddenly sat at the piano beside Jeongin. But why? Why was he here?
"H- Hyunjin?" Jeongin's voice rang through his ears. Why was it so hard to open his eyes? And why was he on the floor? What happened?
