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fifty-eight.

쉰여덟

     "fuck," jungkook mutters, tugs at his hair. he can't look at hoseok like that. jackson and jaebum are quick to take hoseok off the dance area, make him sit at the corner of the stage. it's not that serious but the sprain won't let hoseok stand without aching. and jungkook can see that.

     and as harsh as it may sound, the show goes on. a member of the opposing team comes forward, does a spin combined with a leap, his contemporary routine starts. it's lovely, his body moving smoothly, like a fluid.

     once he's done, hoseok's team is confused. it was hoseok's solo at this point. and only something as powerful as hoseok's popping can defeat what the opponent did just now. jaebum tries none the less, goes to the middle and does a head spin but he had already done that in the previous part and he has no better or new moves. the crowd isn't impressed and the excitement lowers, they'd lose at this stage.

     jungkook stares at the team, they're lost and the boy debates. he can climb to the stage, he has moves that may work but that would mean risking his career. he can't be seen in a fucking club. although all covered up with glasses, cap and mask, he cannot bring the attention to himself because fans have known to spot their idols no matter the amount of disguise.

     he looks at hoseok, he is close to crying and he never cries. hoseok is the strongest person he knows. it pains him and jungkook decides, hoseok is before everything.

     he sighs and steps forward to the stage, keeps his palms on it, lifts his leg to climb but a hand comes to push his thigh down. it sends chills down his spine and he stumbles back, sees as the owner of that hand climbs up the stage.

     jungkook stares, flabbergasted, as the boy walks to the middle of the stage. he brings his hands in front of his chest, lifts his body up on his toes and revolves. and jungkook sees it he sees the difference. other contemporary dances moved like fluid. but this guy, dancing in the middle of the stage was fluid himself.

     jungkook feels fucked up, he's infatuated, he's emotional, he's lost. he cannot even focus on anything else but how the boy moves. it's unbelievable and he has seen nothing like that.

     the crowd is shouting, it's a trance. looking at the boy feels hypnotizing. and everyone knows the winner of the night. it's undebatable.

     but just as he finishes, the boy's body tilt more than it's supposed to and he falls. jungkook is alarmed and he rushes but the boy hits the floor before jungkook can reach him. jungkook meets his eyes just before he hits and he realizes.

     the boy didn't fall, he fainted.

❝he fell. he fell in love. both hurt❞

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     a/n: next chapter reveals jimin's past. get yo asses ready