Love, HOPE, and Dance.....
From the slightly shy, determined Contemporary dancer to the Happy aloof but No nonsense Hip hop, street dancer..... Will their love of Dance bring them closer together or tear them terribly apart?
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*Jung House*
"So what I get drunk, Until I go crazy, So what I go out, Don't think about work, Let's just feel the youth; Young, wild and free, Wild and free, Let me give it a try; No eggshell walking, errday; I do what I want with my feelings, errday; A love-expert sniping the heart when you fall in it, errday; Work out on my desire without a formula, errday; Ignore my character, errday; Wanna cry with no shame, errday; Dream list, the first priority; With no concerns on money, Deep sleep."
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He was wearing a pair of track pants, and a white t-shirt as he lay sleeping in bed. The blankets wrapped around his waist and legs as he tossed and turned. The blaring ringtone coming from his phone had him rolling over on the bed, and reaching for the nightstand. The thud of him hitting the floor after the ringtone ended, had him cursing out in rage.
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Who the hell calls at 4 AM in the damn morning? He felt around the floor looking for his phone. Once he found it, it sounded once again. He groaned as he unlocked it, to check to see who called and left a message. His eyes went wide as he noticed he had 3 missed calls 2 voicemails and 1 text message, all from his sister. He first listened to the first message she left. "Hoseok, you better get your butt out of bed and get to moving mister. Not picking up my call is not putting me in a very good mood." He rolled his eyes as he ended the voicemail. What was she his mom? The next voicemail went something like, "Hey, Don't forget to call mom, and let her know you are doing okay. She worries about you, and you know we are doing okay here as well." The text message was just ranting for not picking up the phone.
