BTS HYYH Notes (Book 1, 2, BUS Game) // COMPLETE [Part 2]

2022, Jul 3 - Jimin (I Could Match Hyung)

[Place: Dance studio]

Hoseok hyung had been in a bad mood since he visited Jungkook. If anyone could truly tie the seven of us together as 'we', Hoseok hyung could. He embraced and protected "us" like a shelter. But he wasn't always as bright and cheerful on the inside as he tried to appear in front of us. It was closer to a sense of responsibility. He instinctively sensed the wounds and pain of those around him and couldn't bear them well. This was why he pretended to be livelier than he actually was by nature.

Even today, Hoseok hyung just sat in one corner of the practice room for a long time and left without saying a word.

I joined 'Just Dance' and began to learn how to dance right after I returned from the sea. Hoseok hyung gave me the opportunity. I was awkward at meeting new people as I'd spent too much time in the hospital. He brought a new dance partner, too. She was a friend he'd met at the orphanage. She was the only person who could make him laugh when he was in that mood.

When she murmured something while looking at his phone together, he chuckled.

"You laughed. You laughed." She made fun of him.

Hoseok hyung turned his head away, telling her to stop it. He chuckled again.

The practice room became silent in a flash after I turned off the music. I just lay there on the floor. I liked dancing when I was a little. I danced a lot and often was praised for it. But the patient room wasn't a good place for dancing. When I attended school in between hospital stays, I just sank my head on my chest to avoid the eyes of my classmates.

After a while, my body felt so stiff. I couldn't perform the motions that Hoseok hyung did so easily. There was nothing to do but keep practicing, even after everyone else had left.

I replayed the video of the dance moves I'd learned earlier on my phone. Hoseok hyung's moves were fluid but accurate in the video. I knew that they were a product of years of practice and that it would take a long time for a novice like me to reach that level. It was a wishful thinking. I could only keep sighing out loud.

(A/N: Flashback)

I went to my parents' house, the day I left the beach alone. As I looked up at the brightly lit windows, I couldn't help but think, "Has this place ever been our house?"

I pressed the bell at the front gate. It took awhile for it to open. I took the elevator and got off at the 17th floor. Although the door was open, no one came out to greet me.

My parents were sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching a black-and-white movie on TV.

"I don't want to go back to the hospital." I blurted out after some hesitation. "Don't worry. I won't do anything rash. But I'm not going back there."

"Where have you been?" Eommeoni asked.

"With my friends."

"Friends? Wash up and go to bed. We'll take some time to think about what to do with you." Abeoji cut in.

I bowed and went to my room down the hallway. As soon as the door closed behind my back, I collapsed.

(A/N: End of flashback)

"We'll take some time to think about what to do with you." Abeoji's voice rang in my head.

I tried to brace myself, but it wasn't easy. I barely slept that night. Instead, I made two resolutions: I'll discover what I'd like to commit myself to. And prove that I'm good at it.

I picked myself up and stood in front of the mirror. I could imitate the turns pretty well, but my feet kept getting twisted up. I kept making mistakes. I was supposed to do steps with my new dancing partner the next day, and I wanted to impress her. I wanted to be recognized as an equal instead of hearing "not bad."