Jokes On You | hyunsung

1/2 | PROLOGUE

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅;

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄;

The bass of the familiar rap song slammed aggressively against the barrier of the speakers, allowing everyone who was listening to not only hear the music but to also feel it. It was comforting. Especially for the rather large group of people who were enclosed in a room that was barely decorated. The floor was a light brown and wooden, polished to perfection; the walls were thick concrete, painted over with a white coating that easily turned to a stained color from the many years of being there. There was a long singular wooden bench that was pressed up against one of the walls, nobody ever really sitting on it as it was continuously hidden by the many duffel bags that were thrown on top of it. Then off to the left was a large sliding door that lead into another room (which was much smaller). It was labeled as the storage room, a place where people could grab props to help them with their performance. But the main attraction wasn't some closet, or a outcasted bench. It was actually one of the four walls that was changed into a mirror. It started from the ceiling and dropped down to the floor. Definitely an eye catcher for any newcomers.

The grand mirror didn't shake nor break as the booming music continued to blare loudly from the speakers. It instead stood tall and still while a group of three moved their bodies in front of it. The three individuals watched their form shift with each beat of the song from the reflective glass; along with the many other people who had a passion for dancing. And while the bystanders showed amazement for the trio through occasional unrecognizable sounds, the focused dancers made sure they only saw the flaws in the way they glided back and forth. They needed to make sure they kept in mind of what they needed to improve.

Cocky grins aligned the dancers' faces as they slightly tapped the side of their heads, before carefully dropping to the ground in the quickest of movements, and then pushing back to slide across the floor. The entire scene was mesmerising, causing their audience to erupt into cheers once more. And as the song came to a close the three now sweaty and exhausted individuals collapsed onto their backs. Their breathing was heavy and their muscles burned from practising for hours on end. They were thankful when a friend of theirs had brought over cooling water bottles—allowing them to quench their suddenly dry throats.

"You guys were amazing!" A voice squealed; almost as if they were meeting their favorite celebrity. "As always of course."

"Thanks" One of the dancers responded while finally lifting himself up from off the hard ground. He was the owner of the building.

Jung Hoseok; maker of said dance studio. It was open for anyone who wanted to learn how to move their feet to a beat. He also created his own dance team—it consisting of six other males, but spots were always open to anyone who were up for the challenge. He was any easy person to talk too. Always smiling and spewing encouraging words from his lips that resembled the shape of a heart. He was also the cousin of another dancer that attended the studio.

Han Jisung. He wasn't too different from Hoseok. The two were actually almost exactly alike, always being mistaken for brothers because of the way they've managed to be attached to the hip and share the same personality. They were loud and happy. There was no doubt that the two would be able to brighten up a room just by smiling. But the difference between the two was that Jisung had more common sense. He knew when to stop dreaming and instead focus on reality. It was probably why he didn't jump at the opportunity to also be a part of Hoseok's dance team. He didn't have time to waste ungodly hours on a routine. He needed to help his father with paying the bills. He needed to help take care of his grandfather that suffers from dementia.

"Alright everyone, that will be all for today!" Hoseok shouted throughout the room. His voice effortlessly bounced off the walls and caught the attention of all. "Go home, get some rest, and I'll see you all tomorrow for a new routine!"

Small murmurs of agreement and understanding were returned as everyone began to pack their belongings. Jisung wasn't one of those people though. He stayed on the cold floor that shamelessly stuck to his skin because of his sweat; limbs spread out and dark brown eyes staring up at the strips of bright lights that hung above him. It wasn't until his foot was kicked did he finally divert his attention. He had to squint from the sudden change of lighting being pressed onto his pupils.

"Come on man, you're always the last one. I have a date to get to. I can't sit here and wait for you" Hoseok lazily spoke. He even kicked Jisung again when not seeing the younger flinch at his words.

"Just go, I can lock up" The dirty blonde male almost whispers. He directed his view back up at the lights, but now he let his eyelids close. Hoseok chuckled.

"Last time I let you do that, you didn't actually lock the doors and a wild raccoon slipped in."

Jisung groaned.

"When are you gonna let that one go?"

"Never...now come on. Again, I have a date and don't you have your job at the pool to get to?" Hoseok spoke more sternly while glancing at his silver watch. If the light brunette saw correctly, the time read two thirty.

At the mention of one of his few minimum wage jobs, Jisung wanted to crawl into a corner and hide. Working at a public pool had to be one of the worst things he could have ever chosen. From the constant screaming kids to being the one to clean the possibly piss filled pool, Jisung is always ready to drown himself. But he does it for the money. Something he has to constantly repeat to himself when he is ordered to teach someone new on how to swim. Especially when that customer is more so splashing water with their feet than actually swimming.

"Don't make me" Jisung whines. He finally removes himself from the floor and is now slouching as he fumbles to his feet. Hoseok grins while wrapping a muscular arm over his cousin's smaller shoulders.

"I'll drop you off."

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seeing as this is only the prologue, it's not the best chapter, but hopefully from here on out it gets better.

the show moves quickly. it moves so quick you might get whiplash, but i plan on stretching the plot as my book won't be an exact replica of the show. there will definitely be similarities but there will also be a million more differences.

oh and my chapters will range differently in word count. it all depends on the idea for that chapter.

enjoy.