Once best friends and now fierce rivals, Y/N and J-Hope are forced to confront their turbulent past when they both enter the biggest dance competition of their lives. Once inseparable on and off the dance floor, a mysterious betrayal shattered their...
You were journaling in your room; you often did this whenever something significant happened in your life. And this time, you had so much to write.
I don't even know where to start! you thought in excitement.
You jotted down all your ideas in points at the end of your notebook.
-The dance competition won-amazing hotel room-delicious food-The regal treatment you got after returning home-Your mother's happy face-Your teacher's satisfaction-J-hope...
Your pencil came to a halt as you went back, remembering his apology. Your heart ached; the betrayal had not made it easy for you to completely accept Jhope as a friend. Even your answer to him was half-hearted. You just couldn't allow yourself the risk of getting hurt by him again.
As thoughts of him filled your brain, you lost interest in writing. You looked out the window and took a deep breath.
I'll maintain my distance from him. Talk to him only when required.
RING
Your phone buzzed. You looked at the caller ID; it was Irene. You picked it up.
IRENE: Hello?
YOU: Hey, Irene, what's up?
IRENE: I'm good. Are you ready for the new semester?
A sudden realization hits you. The new session at your university starts the day after tomorrow and you still hadn't start packing. You were so entrapped in the dance competition that you forgot about it.
IRENE: Hello? Y/N, are you there?
YOU: Yeah, yeah, so ready.
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IRENE (Happy): Now that you and Hobi are friends, we can all sit together at the mess.
YOU: Sit with him? Why? We both are good; let him be.
IRENE: Oh, Y/N, is there still something about him that's bothering you?
You tried to explain to Irene, but she cut you off and continued.
IRENE: Look, I know there is more to this enmity that you shared with him, and you won't tell me and that's fine but Y/N, I just want you to know that you can rely on me. You need to trust people. I am always there for you.
YOU: Irene, I truly appreciate your concern, but I don't want to have this conversation right now. Can we talk about something else?
IRENE (upset): Yeah, sure.
J-HOPE'S HOUSE
J-Hope's room was a whirlwind of activity. Open suitcases lay strewn across the floor, half-filled with clothes, books, and various essentials. The familiar scent of his room, a mix of his cologne and the fabric softener his mother used, felt oddly comforting yet stifling at the same time. He moved around with purpose, his hands deftly folding clothes and organizing his belongings.
