Jokes On You | hyunsung

1 | BIG PEOPLE PROBLEMS

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄;

𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒;

The new pair of dark blue headphones were packaged tight and neat in the colorful box that it came in; but that didn't stop the thick casing from bouncing effortlessly about in the white yet transparent plastic bag. The red cursive lettering of the name of the music store the item was currently bought from was stretched across the front of it; it being unreadable due to the bag being crushed together when being grabbed. The carrier of the newly purchased headphones smiled brightly at the cashier (deciding to also give a farewell wave), before slipping his way past the glass doors and out of the dinky quaint shop.

That's when he found himself breathing in the fresh scent of nature that surrounded him.

The undeniably bright and hot sun shone down on everything and anything it could, making the road and sidewalks steamy to the touch. Small animals occasionally scurried up and down the streets before hiding away in the safety of a tall tree or a prickly bush. Cars of all shapes and sizes drove back and forth on the black cemented street, proving how busy the day was. A soft breeze whipped past the male's face, stretching his smile even further so that his cheeks that were resting flawlessly on sculpted cheekbones raised the chubby skin.

His ring cladded fingers were tapping the side of his leg as he stared down at the black and blue bike he owned. He didn't know if he wanted to place his purchased item in the small basket the bike came with, or just hold it and steer with one hand. The inner skin of his cheek was eventually trapped in between his teeth as he made up his mind. He'd just put it in the basket—too scared of riding with a singular hand when knowing how clumsy and reckless he was with his own body. That caused a snort to escape.

For a dancer he really had no control over his limbs.

And it was evident as he carelessly peddled down and past the pedestrians who walked. He would occasionally get distracted by the world around him, his mind forgetting that he was even riding a bike in the first place, and then his body going limp on the seat. It isn't until a car would honk their obnoxiously loud horn would he remember that he was still on the road. He would allow his round dark brown eyes to expand in fear, while his pretty pink lips gave a courtesy grin as to apologize. And then he would be peddling even faster to get away from the awkward scenerio he caused.

He was surprised to have made it back to his ordinary house alive. It was a place he shared with his father and grandfather. It wasn't too small, nor too big, but the family of three periodically had issues where they had to suffer through a week without electricity or hot water. It was probably why he decided to apply for more jobs than one. He wouldn't say his family was poor, but then again he too believed they struggled worse than the average human.

But when he did have some occasional cash (that didn't need to be spent on bills), he usually didn't hesitate to travel to the nearest store and buy whatever he needed to help him enhance his dancing. Whether it be a pair of shoes that didn't look to fall apart from a misstep, or a new SIM card for his camcorder that was able to capture the way he danced, the dirty blonde bought items for his personal interest. Afterall, he wanted to perfect all videos of him dancing to send to the popular and still growing company Stray Kids. A company who takes in the talented, and helps them pursue a career that is in any way related to musical arts. Because one day the name Han Jisung will be written in bold all over billboards. He'll be a worldwide celebrity known for his amazing dancing and the small amount of rapping or singing he did on the side.