"아름다워요" a collection of nct dream one shots

rewrite the stars - 천성

Zac Efron Rewrite The Stars The Greatest Showman (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
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❝ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴ' ᴡʜʏ,
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ
ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ
ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇss ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ. . .❞

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there was an unused dance practice room in sm that staff had locked the doors of simply because there were no cameras inside, which would make it an ideal place for saesangs to hide out in should they have infiltrated sm and stumboed upon it.

it was jisung's favorite place in the whole world.

he came upon it when he was much younger and shyer. he asked a nearby staff why it was locked, and when he found out that there were no cameras inside, he had to beg for them to give him a spare key so he could use it to practice his dancing away from the eyes of a camera. in the end, he became the only trainee to have access to that room.

well, he used to be.

❝안녕하세요, 안녕하세요.❞ he greeted passing staff politely as he walked down the halls to the private practice room. only twist was, he didn't have the key in his pocket, because he had entrusted it to someone else who was now there waiting for him.

jisung looked around at the different hallways leading to different dance practice rooms as he hurried to reach the one he came here to use in the first place. he could hear choreographers yelling out commands from some and the sound of laughter from others, most likely groups taking a breather and cracking jokes. all pf that noise went in one ear and out the other, however, as he turned his head back to face forward, shivering slightly when he saw the familiarly darker end of the hallway.

it was a short stretch, though it seemed so much larger and darker when he was twelve and using it for the first time. but now, as a fully-fledged teen, it was much more bearable, though understandably a bit creepy.

he looked over his shoulder as he stepped into the darkness, making sure no one was following him. his eyes darted to the beginnings of the hallways to the other practice rooms as he stepped closer and closer to the door, as if he was waiting for someone to suddenly appear and ask him where he was going, which would force him to tell them about the dance practice room since no one here at sm was as dumb as some people assume they are.

once the coast was clear, he was quick to jiggle the handle and give a single rap to the door using his knuckle, a sign to the person inside of who he was before he turned the handle and opened it just enough for him to slip through.