Love Maze | BTS 8TH Member

A Brand New Day

June 1, 2010

Alarms blared through the quiet dorm room, their shrill tones jolting the female trainees awake. It was 5 am. With a groan, Arin fumbled for her phone to silence the obnoxious noise. The world outside was still shrouded in darkness, a stark contrast to the bright lights that awaited her in the training room.

After a quick shower and a hastily eaten breakfast, Arin joined the other trainees in the dance studio. The large room was already filled with the rhythm of music. The choreographer, Son Sungdeuk, stood at the front, his gaze sweeping over the room.

The dance studio was a whirlwind of activity. Trainees in colorful practice clothes moved across the floor, their bodies mirroring the choreographer's movements. Arin felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her as she joined the back of the line.

The choreography was complex, a mix of sharp movements and fluid transitions. Arin struggled to keep up, her limbs feeling uncoordinated. Dance was already not her best craft and being handed a complex choreo on the first day reduced her spirits further.

Lunch break offered a welcome breather. Arin sat alone at a table, picking at her food. A cute girl with a bright smile approached her. "Hi, I'm Park Chaeyoung. I wasn't here for the past few days due to personal reasons, so this is our first meeting!" the girl said, extending a hand. 

Relief flooded Arin as she shook the girl's hand, "Oh hello, I'm Kang Arin. Nice to meet you too."

***

Vocal training proved to be exemplary. Arin's voice was composed as she hit the high notes elegantly. The instructor, a stern woman with a keen ear, was quite charmed by the newbie.

But her newfound confidence soon washed away when Arin's rap class proved a bit of a challenge. She discovered she was surrounded only by male trainees in the class.

The room was smaller, with soundproof walls and dimmed lights. The instructor, a tall, lean man with a deep voice, sat at a computer, his fingers dancing across the keyboard.

The class started with vocal warm-ups, focusing on breath control and articulation. Arin struggled to keep up with the rapid-fire exercises, her tongue tripping over the words due to her nervousness.

The instructor, sensing her difficulty, offered words of encouragement, suggesting she focus on rhythm and flow rather than speed.

As the class progressed, Arin was introduced to basic rap techniques: rhyming, storytelling, and delivery. She found herself drawn to the raw energy of the music, experimenting with different rhythms and cadences. It was a challenge, but it was also thrilling.

By the end of the day, Arin was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. The training was far more intense than she had imagined. 

Yet, amidst the self-doubt, a spark of determination ignited within her. She wouldn't let this break her. She would fall and rise again, she would learn, she would improve, and she would achieve her dream.

She went through the events of today and after analyzing, she understood that she was doing good enough in her vocals but had to improve her dance and rap.

So she decided to take up the offer Hoseok had given her the last time they met. Looking up at the clock, she found out that the hour hand was on 8 and the minute hand had just struck 12. There was still an hour before curfew.

Taking her water bottle and phone, she hopped out of her bed and stepped out of her shared dorm apartment. After walking for a few minutes, she reached the Bighit building. 

She entered it and started walking down the hallways aimlessly. She didn't know where to find Hoseok. So she assumed he would be in his shared recording studio with Yoongi and let her feet take her there.

Arin hesitated outside the door of the recording studio. She could hear the faint rhythm of a beat and Yoongi's low, measured voice. Taking a deep breath, she knocked softly. The music paused momentarily and Yoongi's gruff voice called out, "Come in."

Nervous, Arin pushed open the door. The room was dimly lit. Yoongi was seated in front of the computer, his eyes focused intently on the screen. Hoseok, on the other hand, was standing in front of a microphone with headphones on his head and his phone in his hand, his body moving rhythmically to the beat.

Upon seeing Arin stand at the door, Hoseok flashed her a bright smile. "Hey there, Arin!" He greeted her cheerfully. "Nice to see you here. What can I do for you?"

"Hi Hoseok, umm...I wanted to take up your offer to help me with my dance. I figured that since there was an hour before curfew, I could practice a bit." Glancing at Yoongi's annoyed expression, she added hurriedly, "But...if you're busy, then I can come later...or tomorrow."

"Oh, I see," He replied. Turning to Yoongi, he asked, "Hyung, can I go? In the meanwhile, you can record your part of the song."

"Fine, go," Yoongi grunted and subtly rolled his eyes. 

Hoseok turned to Arin and beamed. "Well c'mon now, let's find an empty practice room."

***

Hoseok clapped his hands together enthusiastically. "Let's get started! First, we need to loosen up." He began to demonstrate some basic stretching exercises, his body moving with effortless grace. "Follow me."

Arin tried to mimic his movements, her muscles already giving up. Despite the initial exhaustion, she was excited to learn from someone as talented and experienced as Hoseok.

"Ok, now we'll start with a song. Are you ready?" Arin nodded her head vigorously and enthusiastically. Hoseok chuckled and quietly mumbled under his breath, "Cute."

Hoseok did a few taps on his phone with his fingers and a hip-hop song began playing. He broke down the dance moves for Arin by showing her the basic steps, explaining the rhythm and the flow. "It's all about feeling the music," he said, his body moving to the beat. "Don't be afraid to experiment and add your own style."

Arin copied his movements, but her body was stiff and awkward. Hoseok laughed, offering her words of encouragement. "Let your body loose and flow with the rhythm. Feel the music and your body's call towards it. Let loose Arin, let loose."

Noticing another one of Arin's failed attempts, he chuckled and said, "Don't worry, it takes time. Just keep practicing." And with that, the duo kept practicing until their moves blended and their curfew began.

A/N: Hehe another chapter. I wanted to put aesthetic photo of a duo dancing put I couldn't find any good pics. I did found a video on pinterest but it seems wattpad only allows youtube videos. How annoying. Anyways I hope you enjoyed. There's gonna be a big time skip in the next chapter so don't get confused. Stay healthy and stay tuned. Byee.

EDIT: Not much changes here...