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Chapter 12

TRIGGER WARNING!!
DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ ABOUT SUICIDE!!

It didn't take Hyunjins body too long to ajust to the new hip, so he got released a month later.
He had already begun complaining about the hospital.

When they entered the JYP building after dropping off Hyunjins stuff at the dorms, he inhaled deeply.

"I missed this," he exclaimed. "The typical sweaty smell, the smell of exhaustion, fun, family and friends."

Chan smiled. It was nice to see Hyunjin out of his bed and happy.

"Welcome home, Jinnie," Felix said, hugging Hyunjin from the back.

A bright smile spread on the latters face. "I've missed you too, Lixie."

Changbin just stared at the two, trying not to be jealous.

GOT7 came down the stairs, spotting Stray Kids instantly. Jackson walked towards Hyunjin, who took a step back. He's not good with confrontation.

When Jackson reached his hoobae, he got down on his hands and knees.
"I'M SORRY," he yelled, startling the members and scaring Hyunjin.

The dancer backed away, still being held by Felix, who instantly noticed his shaking.
"It's okay," he whispered.

Hyunjin smiled softly, still shaking. "Why are you sorry? You did nothing wrong." He didn't stop shaking though.

Once they arrived in the practice room, Chan went into working mode.

"Shall we practice 'GRRR?' First time as eight?"

"Sounds good," Jisung agreed, so Chan switched on the music and they took their position.

It didn't even take twenty seconds for the members to notice the problems Hyunjin had. The choreography was flawless, but the hip seemed to trouble him.

"Stop," Chans voice cut through the song, then he turned off the music. "This isn't working with your hip, Hyunjin."

"What do you mean?", Hyunjin snapped. "It's okay, understood? I'm fine!! Just continue the music!!"

The group had fallen silent, they were all watching their leader. He sighed and turned the music back on.

After practice, Hyunjin said he was going to visit his dance teacher. He seemed pretty frustrated.

Jeongins eyes followed him as he walked down the hallways to the office of the trainee dance instructor.

"Um, sorry to interrupt you," a girls voice spoke up.

When Jeongin turned his head, he spotted Yuna, an '02 liner.

"Oh, you aren't interrupting anything. What's wrong?"

Yuna looked embarrassed and shy, a little flustered, like she wanted to say something she might regret later. "Can you meet me on the roof tomorrow?"

"Sure," Jeongin said, but his eyes traveled to the window. Ice was still convering parts of the glas and it looked like it would snow again.... "Does it have to be the roof?"

Yuna nodded excitedly. "And please come alone." Then she hurried off, her head bright red.

The day when Jeongin arrived on the rooftop in the afternoon, there was no sign of Yuna.

"Seems like she hasn't arrived yet," he muttered to himself, before stepping fully outside.

He breathed in the fresh but icy air and sighed. It was so nice at the moment, but too cold for his taste.