Paradise.

one

*ೃ❅,,. Dance is the hidden language of the soul .,*ೃ∗

like a light feather being blow on, she moved. she jumped, as to touch the closest luminous star in the sky. every movement spoke a language called emotion.

she drained energy out of her, but only continued due to the tumultuous crowd that sent her exuberance. push a little further, you got this soora. she told herself.

she soaked in her perspiration, her cheeks were red and her bangs stuck onto her forehead like a sticker. but, even her sticky body wasn't going to stop her.

she took a glimpse around the crowd, her male friend, hajoon taking a video of her, old creepy men taking videos of her body rolls, kids sucking on their lollipops watching so calmly and hormonal teenaged boys ogling at her in a lecherous manner.

and in the far back there was a male. he stood behind the congested mob, admiring the way she looked like a snake transformed by music. the way he looked at her was heart-rending, like he understood her just by the way she moved.

just by the way he stood, soora could tell something was bothering him, hurting him. and she squinted her eyes, taking a good look at him before he left.

Kai?