Broken Wings

CRAPPY LIGHTING

Just another normal, yet boring day at school. It's only been one month into the school year, and I already feel like I want to pull all my hair out. Who knew that my third year at Busan's High School of Arts was going to be so crazily stressful? The lights in the hallway to my locker were flickering, and the hallway itself was abnormally gloomy and deserted; quite the opposite of my liking. I slowly trudged to my locker that laid on the dark creepy dead end of a hallway.

My entire body was aching painfully. I have to admit that I over-worked myself. Way beyond what my body could withstand, during dance practice last night. Well, the auditions for the annual Dance Duo Showoffs are starting next week. My dance teacher told me that I had no choice but to try out, because it was one of the major dance events that happened throughout the year, and because I was good at dancing. Don't mistake me, but I'm not a major fan of showcasing my dancing. I dance at home and I dance in our school's studio. That's it. I figured that I'd learn how to dance in front of a huge audience if I were to continue dancing in the future.

I missed the Showoffs last year because I was in Seoul visiting my parents. Yeah, that's right. I'm only in high school but I don't live with my parents. The reason is because my parents hold a restaurant back there and that's how they make money. I could've gone with them, but my heart led me to Busan's High School of Arts.

Dancing is my life and I will go to any extent to pursue my dreams. My parents decided to leave me as I was, and sometimes one of them would come to Busan to check up on me and give me money every two months or so. My 16th birthday is coming up, so as soon as that comes by, hopefully, I can get a proper job and make a living for myself. Life is so damn hard.

I finally made it to my locker after what felt like a century, and I slowly opened my lock. I reminded myself that I had Biology first period and Dance right after. As I tippy-toed to reach up to get my Biology textbook, I felt a sharp chilly wind against my neck. I jerked my head around to see if anyone was there and ended up dropping my textbook on my foot. Now my big toe is also throbbing along with the rest of my body. I groaned and slowly bent down to pick my textbook up. I slammed my locker shut and hurried out of the dark hallway.

"Jiminiee! Wait up hyung!" called a distant voice. "Jungkook?" Jungkook's brown hair bounced up and down while running towards me.

Cute. I personally thought that this beautifully built 97' liner was slowly taking over my heart. This is his first year at Busan High, and when I saw him on the first day of school, I was taken back. I kind of feel like a creep for crushing on a kid two years younger than me, but nowadays I can't help but feel that he returns my feelings back to me. Sometimes he'd stay late into the night to practice dancing with me. We'd take breaks, cuddle and share a few laughs. I may be shy about dancing in front of others, but in front of Jungkook, I'm entirely comfortable. I like him a lot. A lot more than just as a friend.

"Aww hyung, you look like your getting shorter every day." he teased, interrupting my thoughts while ruffling my hair.

"Shush Kook. You may be abnormally tall, but I'm still cooler than you." I said, giving him a light punch to his arm.

"Whatever hyung. I noticed you from the other end of the hallway and then I decided to drop you off at your Biology class!" Jungkook grinned.

"Kookie if there's anyone that needs to be dropped off at class, it's got to be you. I'm not a little kid." I pouted.

"In my eyes, you only look like a cute chubby baby with chocolate abs." Jungkook said pinching my cheek.

"Fine." I reluctantly agreed and wrapped my arm around his.

I could have sworn that the temperature just dropped 10 degrees. This school is messed. It has crappy lighting and air-conditioning. I rested my head against Kookie's rock-hard biceps and walked with him to my first class.