He was a Punk. He did Ballet. |nomin|

Epilogue

1 Year Later

"Alright, Shotaro, you're up next!" Jaemin said. He was standing by the mirror of the practice room, along with his thirteen college-aged students waiting for their turns. "Let's start from the top. Please get into position."

The blonde shy boy called Shotaro, immediately sped up in front of his instructor. He stood in croise position, with his legs crossed at an angle. The rest of the young dancers watched intently. He told himself to make no mistakes, and hoped to make this rehearsal perfect.

Then, the music began. It was a classical piano arrangement which Shotaro and the rest of the class knew by heart. He threw his arms up, being in sync with the elegant song, starting off with an assemble. Soon, he hopped around the room. His movements were graceful yet dramatic, like a swan dancing for its lover. It was light on his slim body; he moved comfortably yet swiftly to the music. However, each movement had to be precise.

Jaemin clasped his hands together as he gave a sweet smile. Shotaro was a new student who transferred into the class, and Jaemin was absolutely amazed by Shotaro's talent and will to succeed.

Soon, the sweet song was reaching its conclusion. The final move was heading Shotaro's way, a move that was always hit or miss. He made a swift turn in the air and then skipped around the room in one big circle to prepare himself. Shotaro ran right up and did a grande jete, leaping high from one foot to the other, making it seem like his leg was thrown in the air.

But gravity pulled him back down. He landed unsteadily, causing his ankle to bend sideways. Shotaro tumbled onto his side and winced in pain by the time the music concluded. He grabbed his ankle and felt tears forcing their way out.

"Oh my god," Jaemin gasped. He sprinted right over to Shotaro and helped him sit up. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, it hurts!" Shotaro was already in tears. "I-I'm sorry, Professor Na... I messed it up again... I'm terrible aren't I?"

"No, sweetie, of course not!" Jaemin held his face. "You just brought your foot down too early. No big deal. Everyone makes mistakes. And those mistakes do not define you. They make you stronger."

Then, he heard some of his students chuckling. Frowning in sudden anger, Jaemin stood back up and shot an angry look at them. "Who's laughing?!"

Jaemin's students froze. Because they knew he meant business.

Jaemin walked towards the rest of the group. He pointed at Shotaro and raised his voice to a stern tone. "All of you are laughing? When one of your members got hurt? Are you serious right now? What makes any of you think that's alright?!"

The young students said nothing. They just looked at each other, with faces of obvious guilt.

"This isn't just a class." Jaemin began, with his arms akimbo. "This is supposed to be a family. A commitment. And in this family, there is no prejudice. There is no hierarchy. Nobody is better or worse than the other. You are all here to not only learn, but to love, to guide, and to support. Not judge others for their mistakes! If you all aspire to be professional dancers, making fun of your members will not get you anywhere. I am very disappointed in all of you. Show me you can do better!"

The students nodded in acknowledgement. They all apologized in unison, and some of them rushed over to Shotaro to help him up to his feet.

"Now that's more like it," Jaemin sassed, and then looked at his watch that struck five o' clock. "Anyhow, class is dismissed. Now please get Shotaro to the clinic. I shall see you on Monday. Remember what I said!"