Growing, Busan. (1/2)

@95. Busan one. Junior Highschool.

Dance. It couldn't be defined just by words. It was... magical? I don't know why, but I've always loved dancing. There's no particular reason but i always feel it pulling me through the gravity of dance. And you know if my body could support me, I'd rather dance until the death coming and take my body with it.

"Jimin?"

My mother popped out, calling my name. I almost dropped the bag in my hand. I didn't see her coming.

"Mom-"I sighed, utterly shocked.

"Wow. what are you thinking, dear?"My mom asked, she entered my room. She was still wearing her morning clothes. A plain aqua dress, with a strip black apron.

"Mm... about my highschool..."I let her to sit on my bed. As she sat first, i crawled to her. Her eyes looked into my eyes, deep and full with affection.

"You want take dance right?"my mother said, her hands gesturing to stroke my hair. I flinched at her words. But I quickly nodded. There was no chance better than this one. "I'm fine with your choice. It's your life, my son. I and your dad are supposed to support you."

"Mom. But I- uh... dad seemed doesn't like it when we talk a while ago?" I asked, expecting an explanation. my mother stroked my hair, giving their surrounding a warm silence.

"He just worried about your future. As ignorant a father can be, he just wants a happiness for your future. But i already told him that dance is your life. I can see it. A pure feeling you put. Your passion. Your eyes showed me that much."my mother said, making it worse but also leaving me a empty space as the burden left my shoulder. And I fell to her hug, thankful for having such a caring mother.

Another three days, and I'd enter my highschool. I would meet other dancers, singers, new friends, new faces, new teachers, and new challenges.

I would like to say it. I love dance, and I'll prove it.---@97Jungkook’s body was tensed.

The audiences were eyeing every single move he made, or not? He cleared his throat, and tried his best to calm down. He knew it was just his imagination playing trick in his mind. Y'know how scary it was. He was so scared. Scared if he failed. he was so shy, but he wanted to do this.

Entertainment. A world that Jung Kook had wished to become a part of and chose to be. Jung Kook himself was the one who picked this, he wanted to be a singer. Yet he was too shy. And scared.

"I'm- I’m Jeon JungKook.” He stuttered.

"Hm... yes. What kind of performance would you like to do?" One of the judges said. His intimidating stare only made Jungkook more nervous. Gritting his teeth, he answered the question hesitantly. "S-singing."

"Okay. Then just sing."