Jung Hoseok 5:20pm Incheon, Seoul
The door of the dance studio creaked open and Hoseok stepped in.
The floor was covered in a thick layer of dust and the mirrors were covered in cobwebs.
He made his way to the mirrored wall and wiped away some of the dust with his hand
He saw his sickly pale expression and the sharp edges of his cheekbones and his hair which covered his ears and the plastic tube which ran from ear to ear, under his nose.
He tore the tube out and danced.
He ignored the sharp pains in his lungs
and his dry throat
the loss of breath
or his burning lungs
He just danced
he poured his soul into it until
he fell
Breathing heavily he sat up and once more, stared into the mirror
he stared at his lifeless eyes and
at the fading silver of his hair
His energy was waning but
he couldn't s t o p
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Jung Hoseok made his way onto the street, his clothes covered in a fine layer of dust.
Then a stranger bumped into him and the other,s glasses fell out.
Hoseok was met with eyes filled with sadness but before he could say anything , the man left.
Those eyes
They were strikingly familiar , just like-
but he shook off the thought and didn't dwell on it futher
as he had reached his destination.
He raised his hand and tentatively knocked on the door.
Slowly the door opened and hoseok was met with a very familiar face
"Hey hyung, it's me."
