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School ended and the boys have asked me to follow them to dance practice. I miss dancing. Should I? Start. Again. We arrive at the dance room and they change to more comfortable clothes. As I wait in the room I use my phone and look at old pictures of me doing ballet. It was my happiness when I dance and playing the piano. When we move multiple times I started to lose my confidence in ballet and in piano but after having them in my life change in a day. As if they are my guiding angels.

The door open and Ho Seok was the first one to come back. "What are you looking at?" He asks. "A picture of me last time," I look at him showing him my phone. "You are a ballerina?" He asks looking at with a smile. "used to be, I stopped dancing for quite awhile but after meeting you guys and when I learned more about you guys I miss dancing and playing the piano." I said making a half smile. "If you want I can guide you back to dance," Ho Seok offered. "Really? That means the world to me!" I said making him smile from ear to ear.

Ho Seok prepares the music before the others come in. They start to dance and it was a power dance. They make me more motivated to dance. I feel so grateful that they can open up to me and I can too. It's an amazing feeling to have them. "What do you think of our dance?" Jungkook asks while catching his breath like the others. "First of all, it was amazing that your dance is so powerful that it makes me want to dance again. Second, I absolutely love it!" I said making all of them cheered. "Why don't you try right now? We will support you, no matter what." Yoongi said with a nod ensuring me.

I feel safe with them. I stand and put on my all time favourite song to dance to. The music plays and I dance. I felt so right to be dancing again. It felt like all my worries have gone by dancing. I feel like my old self. It's beautiful to see myself dancing ballet again. I remember every move in this dance. After years, I still can dance. I thought I would disappoint myself but no.  

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