28 July Year 22
I was alone in the practice studio again. It was late and the trains had stopped. To be honest, I had waited for it to stop so I could practice alone and obsess over my imperfections. I was restless. I was scared. But it was something I wanted to do, and so I stayed in that room overnight.
Overtime, my fear in my heart began to evaporate. The fact that dancing brings so much fun is the only thing that remained. For the longest time, I believed that the weak, small, powerless me I imagined, was real. As I danced I could only think of my own weight or the length of my arms or my speed and strength that I could create. When I was dancing, I wasn't small nor weak. My stuttering movements became more smooth and I improved. I grew the way fingernails do. Slowly, I was still growing. I realized that I was actually an expressive person. I felt this way when I danced, like I was saying everything I couldn't. When I started to dance, I, for the first time, started to like myself.
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BTS: HYYH The Notes (Complete ENG)
General FictionHYYH The Notes are short diary entries of BTS members included in LY albums. They basically narrate the storyline, and how they connect with each other. Disclaimer: These translations are not mine. I just want to share them with you. Credits to the...
