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The energy of crowd fillss Taehyung with malore energy than the fading sun above. The spot lights come on all at once, brilliant, near blinding. As the white light falls on his skin it's as though a thousand volts just got tapped right to his spine and then the first note sounds - the spark for his tinder. For the next two hours he is a fireball, throwing water to his fans screaming for more heat, more of the kick ass energy they know will flow through his voice.

He and his members moves like water transformed by music, flowing in graceful arcs, limbs in constant motion, painting a picture sound alone can never achieve. They bring a wordless interpretation of the beats, of the soft strings, in a way the audience can understand no matter what language they speak. In that way their dance isn't simply movement, but the most honest form of communication I know. Isn't that how we humans are, saying what we think we ought but showing how we truly feel in our art?

He can't find the right words to describe the feeling inside when he dance. Ultimately his motivation comes from his passion to dance and the high expectations he have for himself. For as long as he can remember he have always set goals for himself as he feel having a clear vision of what he want to do, possess or achieve, whether in the short or long term, provides him with so much motivation and a purpose for everyday training.

He love a challenge and the satisfaction of achieving something he have been striving for.

Not to mention it makes
him forget all of those things.

The music was as loud as thunder; it made the cutlery on the tabletops rattle. Neon lights flashed everywhere like police sirens, but much more colourful.

Taehyung sneered, "Give me a hot girl for a night or two and I don't care what her 'opinions' are. I don't like my 'tail' to talk unless they are complementing me or promising something naughty. Love is for fools. I like my women like my coffee cups - tempting and disposable. They come for the glamour and leave with a story, that's the way it is. Why else be successful? One trophy wife, one executive home, multiple sports cars and model girls on a carousel. Hell yeah!"

"I'm not surprice at all man, you do those things all the time." Namjoon says when Taehyung hops onto the counter stool beside Jungkook who is having a staring contest with the alcohol in his hands, his eyes observing the place Taehyung suggested the guys to attend to after their concert,the music played over the dance floor as if had fused with the bodies.