❝like a small piece of dust
that floats in the air❞
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jimin always knew that seoul was big, but he didn't expect it to be this huge. he felt anxious as he walked inside a building with sweaty palms and a nervous state of mind.
he looked to his left and right, to a bunch of people who were like his age and they looked like they knew what they were here for.
"show us what you can do" jimin heard someone speak "what you are capable of and how good you are"
'i can dance' Jimin thought to himself, he knew he was the best dancer back in his hometown, but here in seoul? he only knew that the best ones survive here.
he saw people dancing very gracefully next to him and he thought 'will i ever be this good? can i be as cool as them? sure i love dancing but am I really enough?' he thinks to himself as he catches another glimpse of the inspiring dancer next to him and he suddenly felt small.
this place is too big for him and he realizes he was just a tiny dust flying with no directions.
