❝ 𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓼❞ -Jung Hoseok x Reader

「sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ」

Just like always, Y/N was standing in front of the large mirror that was in the dancing room, staring at herself as if she had no soul. As if she had no reason to do anything anymore except one thing.

Dancing.

She didn't want to be famous.
That wasn't her goal.
All she ever wanted was to keep dancing and to be perfect at it, so once in life her dad could be proud of the daughter he left behind for others to love.

Although, even then, no one loved her.

Even that time she was alone.

Y/N's eyes traveled around the room, but each time stopping at the mirror, her black shorts and the black shirt perfectly pressed against her petite body that sometimes she really hated.

Just for another minute.

Look at yourself for another minute, take a deep breath, clear your mind.

And start.

With a sigh escaping her plum, dark red lips, she went to the side of the room and turning up the music on the fullest.

The blackbette sat in the middle of the room, enjoying the sound of the music, her body slowly flowing with it, showing how hurt she was.

Although people told her she was beautiful.

They never knew that she was painted in the darkest colours.

'Five..four..three...two...one..'

She counted to herself and basically threw her body around the room, her bare feet touching the cold, wooden floor.

She has been doing this, every single day.

Every single day, from the time she was left alone, until now, when she still had no one.

The stress and pressure; she let it all flow out of her body by each move, by each fall.

Yet, she kept her head high and never showed how weak she was. Even if it was hard.

The mirror, dancing and singing was the only thing that kept reflect on her emotions. If none of those things would have existed, nor would she.
A life without those things would be hell.

A hell she couldn't escape.

|?????? Point of view|

Just as ever, the boy was walking  in the hallway of the building that never seemed to end, just the end seemed to be getting further and further away, letting him know that no matter what, there were things that he could not return back.

He couldn't return back time , the time when he was happy, smiling and laughing, yet it seemed only like a pretend.

Now, he was alone.

The only thing that made him feel alive was moving his body in four walls with the music that filled it's silence.

And now, before the Male could even notice it himself, he was standing in front o a room, listening to the song and feeling...

What is this feeling?

He could ask himself over and over again,  looking through the small gap of slightly opened door, but he never expected to see someone dancing.

So gracefully..

So..emotionally..

It had seemed as if time wasn't rushing. As I f everything stopped although he felt hurt.

Why?

He asked himself, once again knowing that he won't get the answer.

He felt the need to go in and hold her tight, but she was a stranger.

His feet were as if stuck to the ground, not even daring to take a step away or forward, yet his eyes were staring at her petite, pale figure .

How could it be that something so simple, so delicately beautiful could make his heart stop although it was the opposite?

Each time, when he got the chance, he looked into her eyes, yet the mysterious girl still didn't seem to notice him.

Or she just didn't care anymore.

Those lovely eyes terrified him, unknowing of what kind of person she is.

Yet, he took the risk.

To know her.

Maybe it was foolish,  but did he care anymore.

And although he shouldn't care, his heart clutched each time he saw her breaking down on her knees because she couldn't do it.

Was it bad?

Was it bad to finally meet someone like him?

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Should I continue?-
Or not?

I'm sorry, I'm not really good at these things, but I'm trying-

Basically, I'm writing based on my emotions. On my feelings.

So, hopefully you enjoyed it-

Comment if I should or shouldn't continue-