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A TROPHY FATHER'S TROPHY SON

❝ tell me please, tell me please, i need to know. ❞

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TAEHYUNG SNUCK GLANCES down at her as Green wondered aloud, "Do you ever wonder about what Hoseok wants to pursue as a career in the future?"

"Maybe not as much as you do, noona," he grinned cheekily, adding a little bounce to his step. "Do you ever wonder if he might be jealous of you hanging out with me and just me? Or with any other guy?"

"Not really," Green hardly considered with a shake of her head. "He puts a lot of trust in me, and I put a lot of trust in him. If I don't waste my jealousy on his interaction with other girls, then he shouldn't waste his."

"What a beautiful relationship!" he tittered. He patted her head from the height difference, sticking out his tongue for a second when she swatted his hand away. "Must be nice to be a little blind. That's what love can do I hear."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Hyung can get pretty jealous," he whispered, smirking playfully at her shiver when he leaned  in a little too close for comfort.

Biting her lip in irritation, Green swatted him away again. "Anyway."

"Anyway," Taehyung reluctantly agreed, pouting at how he felt like a pesky fly. "I'm surprised how well you two work together despite being so different. I guess dance connects you two, but he didn't know that about you before, right? Or else he'd say something about it. Something's fishy here."

"You didn't answer my first question, Taehyung."

He let out a small "huh," and answered earnestly, "Hyung definitely wants to go into the arts, but he hasn't been doing that bad in school lately. Maybe he's sobering up? Maybe his senioritis was taken away from him because of you? It's probably the latter."

Green couldn't contain her amusement as a breathy laugh escaped her throat. "His parents don't really approve of it though. An artistic career, I mean."

"Maybe you should convince them," he proposed with a sideways glance to the café they'd often go to with 3J. It was their designated hangout place before or after their dance practice— which Green was actually participating more and more in each time.

Her passion somehow reawakened since that day of performing her own winning solo routine from the last competition she entered. Naturally, she wasn't as good as she was before, but it was only a matter of time before she would adapt seamlessly to her new body.

Jinyoung in Jungkook's body still danced well, but there was a different air about him that she couldn't put her finger on at first. Maybe he was more serious? More focused? Jungkook's style had this light, in-the-zone feel as if everything came to him easily and innately.

Upon seeing Jinyoung dance in his own body for practice, Green saw that he could actually dance. He was good. He wasn't awkward, and could follow up with the dances, but somehow— somehow— there was this dismal, downcast lilt to his movements, something that often weighed on Green's mind.

And Hoseok. His passion was radiating from his body, blinding just at the face, just at the eyes. His love for dancing was a quenching thirst, a satisfying appetite, and she'd think that no one could stop him from achieving more from it.

But his parents could.

After heading from downtown to a cold, empty house and a cold, empty kitchen, Green decidedly dialed Hoseok's number to come over. He lived so close to her if she ran for about fifteen minutes, and taking an evening stroll in the city was more beautiful than it has ever been for her in what seemed like forever.

At the dinner table, only Hoseok's parents were home, but it wasn't typical for his father to be home so early. It was only seven. But all the more opportune for her to bring up the subject.

"You know," she spoke as naturally as she could, stirring the hotpot in her bowl with her chopsticks, "you never told me what you're going to major in, Hoseok."

"Ah, well," Hoseok scratched his nape, "I'm still deciding while I still have time to. It's been hard for me."

"I've been telling him to get a degree in something that could put a sturdy roof on his head," his father said, making a roof with his hands connecting above his head. "Like this."

Green laughed. "Have you seen Hoseok dance? He's incredible."

"I've heard, but he's usually too shy to show us so I don't truly know," his mother replied, smiling, but it didn't reach her eyes. Hoseok questioned Green with his own eyes, dark and lacking the usual glint that indicated his cheerfulness. But still curious.

Nervous.

Green bit her lip at this, unsure if she could pull this off, but it was too late to change her mind now.

"He could actually pursue dancing as a career if he had enough will and support to," she mentioned, indulging herself in her food as to not talk too much and too stiltedly. She already sounded like she was planning this to Hoseok from the look on his face, to her chagrin.

"Hoseok, you've never shown us your dancing when I think about it," his father commented gruffly, stuffing his face and waiting for him to speak. Hoseok was oddly silent.

Green pulled out her small bag she brought and said while shuffling through her things, "I actually wanted to give this to you, since Hoseok doesn't have a copy."

When she took out a CD case with 3J's performance of "URBAN," Hoseok's eyes swelled in a way Green couldn't describe, which made her heart flutter. She didn't mean to do anything that would upset him, but she couldn't even tell if he was upset. He wasn't the open book he usually was.

"What's this?" his father asked, as he turned the CD case over and read the fine print on the disk inside the clear, plastic cover. "Is this one of his routines?"

"Yes, with his friends," Green swallowed thickly, hands shaking a bit at the stare burning into her from Hoseok.

When everyone finished eating, they huddled around in the living room as Hoseok tentatively pushed the CD in the player and turned on the television. He himself hadn't seen his own performance, only watching himself in mirrors most of the time, and was anxious to watch his dancing.

Green scooted over to him when he sat down beside her, his hands running through his hair. It was dyed brown, which wasn't a big difference, but she really liked it, taking one of his hands and bringing it to her propped-up knees. He felt her shaking, letting him know that she was also nervous.

It suddenly occurred to him that she was doing this for him, all for his parents' approval when he himself wouldn't ask for it. He was honestly too afraid of rejection from his own parents.

He just wanted to hear from his father, "I'm always proud of you."

Green was right there, holding him tightly in her grasp. She veered her head close to his ear and whispered, squeezing his hand, "You and I, Hoseok. We're doing this together."

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❝ when i go to sleep at night, do you care? ❞
『 written on 2017.11.02. | 2017.11.21. 』

【 NOTE—ah my chapters have been pretty long lately. but things will get dramatic and it's almost the end ahahahhHHAH I NEED MY SANITY 】