Flower [SoonHoon]

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'I made you a song. The song were inspired by your dance the other day, the one where you said "I wish I could write a song about it". I hope you liked it'

-w-'

The slightly bigger note were accompanied by a yellow rose that matched his shirt and a multifunctional usb that could be plugged to mobile phones.

First, he sniff the rose. He didn't know why he did it, perhaps out of habit. He rarely knows the name of the flowers he were given, but he is sure this is a rose. The light unique smell permeates his nostrils and he let out a soft hum.

Then he pick up his books, and briskly walk to the dance club room. The clock showing 10:10. He got a few minutes to spare before the teacher searched for him.

Plugging the usb to the speaker on the corner of the room, he listens to the instrumental beat and notes.

The song fits perfectly with his dance style, and despite having no lyrics sung, his body filled with energy and passion to dance.

Slowly, he glides his steps to match the fast beat. His brain produces a massive amount of ideas, overflowing with infinite amount of possibilities and choreography.

Full of power and charisma but still graceful, he only stops dancing when the song halted.

While a boy with blond hair stared at him, unmoving from his hidden spot from outside the room.

Although on coincidence, he we're disappointed he didn't see the red haired dancing to his song from the start. The tiger boy entire dance sequence screams art. A very beautiful art. And that turns the gear on his head to make songs.

Unknowing of the blown audience outside the room, he collapse on the dance floor like a starfish, with beads of sweat glistening his white complexion and a wide smile on his face.

"I want to name it 'Hurricane'"

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