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jung hoseok's.

i walked the halls with students passing by, some were trying to go to their friends and some were going to class. a regular thursday morning.

i scanned the hallway to find one specific girl. after a few minutes of trying, i finally found her.

she was talking to her friends by the benches near the field. i stood there as i stare at the most beautiful girl i ever laid my eyes on like a creep, but she always told me that she liked it when i stare at her.

i suddenly remembered how we first met. it was the summer before we became sophomores in college and it was really something.

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i was walking around the park to meet my friends since we haven't spent time together because we had our own summer activities with our families.

i messaged yoongi-hyung that i was already at the park since he was the first one to arrive. he replied that he was standing around the food stalls and i immediately went there.

i finally saw him by the hotdog stand, "hyung!" i yelled before running towards him.

"hoseok!" yoongi-hyung exclaimed and waved at me. we hugged each other tightly for a few seconds and then he spoke.

"hoseok, do you remember the girl i told you about last week? the one who wanted you to help her in dancing?" he asked and i nodded.

he told me that jihyo, his girlfriend, has a friend who wanted me to help her to improve her dancing skills. since i was known in town being one of the best dancers, i even competed international dancing competitions.

i didn't agree to help this girl out because i'm not that type of person and i don't know her.

"well, i told jihyo to bring her with us." he said and i choked with my saliva.

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