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serve well as a sanctuary for your dormant star; nonetheless, when night ends and day
deepest of troughs and under the darkest of skies, there, we lie more vulnerable and
prone to false hope than ever, for last night is the ultimate testament to mankind’s
greatest fear.
Emotions could have been running high, lethargy could have gotten the best of him,
anything could have and would have shattered the boy of last night’s scattered soul
poorly taped into a fragile whole; ironically, however, it is exactly the spill of burdens
and truths of the night to the attentive ears of a beholder, you, which had saved him
So you prayed, prayed for dusk to drown dawn in an endless embrace with itself until the
boy could �nally relish in the long awaited night’s rest, and yet, still, you feared the
longer he slept in the comfor ts of super�cial dreams, the stronger his demons would
return; and so, with a heavy and anxious hear t, you had found yourself trapped in your
own double edged sword of a state—basking in his warm presence, shivering in your
guilty conscience.
In the end, all is for naught when the peak of sun rays through the slit of the cur tains
Squinting, you groan in a groggy voice before regretfully slipping the �rst word which
comes to mind.
“Hoseok ?”
through the room that remains perfectly untouched. The remnants of your memories
recalls how you had somehow stumbled your way to the couch sitting beside the bed of
your motel room, refusing to fall asleep just inches beside the boy in your bed; although,
Heavy steps and rowdy mumbles mu�ed by the floor beneath convince your unwilling
self to drag yourself off the couch, slipping the blanket you recall being gently draped
over and tucked under you in your sleep last night to the floor. Matters of the previous
night forgotten, your feet stumble its way to the bathroom, disregarding the perfectly
folded and tucked sheets of where he should have been lying. A few splashes of cold
water to your drowsy state are surprisingly enough to fully awaken you after a relatively
nice albeit anxious night of rest; with aler tness, however, floods the remembrance of
him.
“Jimin!” you call out, weaving through the incoming crowd of camp attendees packing
their bags. Catching sight of the rather petite boy chatting away with his usual friends,
Taehyung and Jungkook, you take one �nal stride before urgently pulling off to the side.
“Hey, Y/N,” his eyes widen in confusion by the sudden greeting, “what’s up?”
“Do you know what’s going on with Hoseok? Did anything happen to him yesterday
evening?” you blur t, pausing for a second until another thought comes to mind. “Oh, and
what do you mean he wasn’t on patrol duty last night? Then what—” you stop abruptly
when you realize Hoseok’s likely desire to keep things between you and him con�dential
“…I was?” Jimin arches a brow. “Why? Did something happen? Is there something wrong
with Hoseok?”
So he doesn’t know.
None of the boys know the real reason behind Hoseok’s reluctance to return—or at least
the surface level of the seemingly endless depth to that facade of his.
“No,” you quickly deny, shaking your head and scanning the bustling entrance hall; as if
innate, your line of sight naturally draws to the centripetal force of your Ear th’s center.
“Then why—”
“—hey, I’ ll catch up with you later, alright? I still have to pack my bags…” your voice trails
along with your eyes which follow Hoseok as he glides from one side of the room across
to the other. Hand drifting from Jimin’s shoulder, you gradually whirl around and follow
the beckons of your hear t akin to pearls under the sway of the ocean’s waves. “Hoseok!”
Body beneath your sway, Hoseok whirls around to face you with a quizzical look glancing
“Yeah?” he asks gently, arching a brow at you when a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
Initially, you had approached him with the intent to confront him about last night. His
behavior, his words, his burdens, you know he’s hur t and there’s nothing you want more
than to help him, not to mention the unreasonable guilt stirring inside you for failing to
tackle the situation e�ciently then and there; but even despite the momentary shock of
the return of that egotistical mien of his, it’s impossible for you to see him the same way
For once, you must be sel�ess. Push aside your wants for that of his own, because
unbeknownst to you, his own needs became your wants somewhere along the irrevocable
path of time.
“About last night…” you star t and the crease above his brow only deepens. “I just… I’m
sorry I didn’t comfor t you or ask you this earlier…” you prim and trace your hand along
his arm to meet his hands. Peering up to meet his gaze, he �inches yet you refuse to
“I mean,” you clear your throat, shifting your weight, “are you okay? Is there anything you
want or need to tell me? Or anyone? Because I just want you to know I’m always here to
lend an—
“—look , I don’t know what you’re rambling on about,” Hoseok chuckles, retracting his
hands from yours to nonchalantly ru�e your hair before crossing his arms, “but all I
recall from last night is a cer tain someone refusing to sleep on the same bed as me. I
“…rambling on about?” you repeat in a mumble, frowning and shaking your head. “No,
Hoseok, listen, when you mentioned dance and… and your passion for it, I didn’t know
Hoseok blinks blankly, deep breaths in and out as his chest rises higher and steadier
with each puff before he equivocates, “Y/N, I don’t recall anything of such sor ts, and
“Hoseok—” you pause when your voice fails you “—I’m not forcing you to talk about it, I
“—Y/N ,” he sternly ar ticulates, gaze a�xing to yours with impatience. “I have to help the
others load their bags onto the char ter, and from what I can tell,” his eyes scan you up
and down as he chor tles, “don’t you have to go pack your things? So if you don’t have
anything else impor tant to say, your boy has impor tant matters to attend to.”
The crowd migrates in clutters from the lobby to the coach parked right outside, only
adding to the urgency for you to get your point across; but when you recall the events of
last night, how he had so defensively proclaimed to abide by the duties of his role as the
dance captain, you come to the epiphany that you really are just another roadblock in his
tracks at this very moment. So, naturally, you step aside with a shor t bob of your
lowered head.
The boy chuckles softly at your surrender, taking one large stride to enclose the gap
between him and you and stroking your cheeks just brie�y until the warmth of his touch
subsides to his sides. “And about last night… I’m sorry if my stay made you
Clearly, he was sober, but you’re reluctant to fur ther the discussion without the right
“Don’t look so sad or I can’t bring myself to leave you here,” he laughs bittersweet
chords to the pluck of your hear tstrings, especially when you notice the lack of effor t in
his disingenuous grin as he crosses his arms. “Come to think of it, I seem to neglect my
duties as the captain whenever I’m around you, huh? Maybe we should be more cautious
In one ear, out the other; more often than not, his incessant teasing would elicit a snide
remark from your intolerant state, but after the events of last night, nothing seems to be
the same. Rather, his own flirtations are now construed to be poor fruitions to mask the
“Sorry for bothering you,” you press your lips into a thin line, “let’s talk more later.”
An immediate downturn of his lips tugs at your heavy chest, but never-minding his
equivocal language, you turn away and depar t to your room in deep pondrance.
But who really is Hoseok? And did you ever come to know him?
Life truly has its own quirky way of doing things. One second you’re debating between
the absurd albeit enticing offer in the kitchen of your house and the next second you’re
Piles upon piles upon piles, the abundance of snacks and clothes you had brought but
failed to utilize drives you to your wit’s end before you �nally toss the last pair of shor ts
into your luggage, let out a loud, cathar tic sigh, and jump into the comfor ts of your bed.
In reality, this position with your face buried in the depths of your pillow and your arms
and legs sprawled across the soft cotton sheets would spell for doom had the occasion
of falling asleep and missing the depar ture of your only ride home, especially since
Hoseok doesn’t appear to be in his right mind nor favorable towards you against his
prioritized club members enough to catch the one insigni�cant, missing member;
for tunately for you, a good night of rest stirs you awake and incapable of slumber… plus,
it turns out someone other than the names of Hoseok seeks for your attention.
Ring, ring, your phone’s vibration tunnels across the pillow to your ears.
Was Jimin asking for your assistance? Or was he wondering about the origins of your
odd question earlier this morning? Could it perhaps be a message from the boys you had
can’t possibly be Hoseok, because as much as it pains you to admit, you’re the last thing
…and to your dismay, you’re right, but what really debunks your seemingly accurate
theories is the name glaring from your brightly lit phone screen.
Unknown [2:06 PM] Hey, Y/N. This is Keiko. I was wondering if you have time to
You can’t quite believe your eyes when they incessantly glide across the word ‘Keiko.’
What could she possibly want from you? After her ambiguous request for you during the
last and only time you had interacted with the ex dance captain, you had never expected
to hear from her again; in fact, to be quite frank, you had nearly forgotten about her… you
The endless possibilities tug at your chest in the familiar weighty burden you had so
carelessly forgotten in the past month. You’re not exactly sure why the blur of a mystery
regarding Hoseok’s relationship with Keiko pains you so, but the panic rising in your
beating chest at this very moment is surely elicited by the fear of what this
Slamming your luggage shut, you do a quick scan around your room and grab your last
leftovers, but before you could roll your suitcase completely out the doorway, the sway
of an unknown force rooted deep in the room keeps you from doing so; and when you
glance over your shoulder to assure yourself not to linger any longer, you arrive at the
epiphany of reasons residing beneath your reluctance to depart.
Because lying there on the now nicely made up bed is a couple, one asleep and one
vigilant, both too vulnerable, too wary to let down their walls against the dangers of the
The longer you stand there watching, the more vividly you recall the subtle glint of his
assurance akin to a stuck zipper deserving neither the label of new nor broken; and
before you know it, the desire to set things right with Hoseok rises once again within the
“Y/N!” you flinch when a voice hollers at you from down the hall, causing the door to
slam shut with the absence of your jutting foot. Whirling around, you find Jimin jogging
towards you. “I was looking everywhere for you! We’re basically almost all ready to go in
ten minutes or so and Hoseok noticed you’ve been missing for a while now, so he told
me to find you.”
“Oh—” so he did remember about you “—hey, how did Keiko get my number?”
“Huh?” your peripherals catch his eyes widening into circular orbs when the two of you
begin heading down the �ight of stairs and he gasps in remembrance. “Oh! She asked me
for your number this morning. Why? Did you not want me to? Did she text you?”
“No, that’s…” you quickly answer until your words are interjected by the sight of Hoseok
standing alone in the lobby and it’s like the force field of his prevents you from moving
“…do you need to talk to Hoseok?” Jimin asks but proceeds to grab your luggage and
head down the stairs before you. He glances over his shoulder at you and nods his head
at the �gure your eyes struggle to keep off of. “Here, I’ ll load your bags onto the bus and
you take the next ten minutes to talk it out.”
“What?” you quickly frown and shake your head, attempting to grab the bags from him in
“You won’t have a chance to talk to him again anytime soon after this,” Jimin utters
under his breath, gaze �rmly a�xed to yours. “He looks dead tired. This camp took much
more of a toll on him than usual. I don’t know why, but I have a feeling he won’t be
The thought is all too daunting, you simply can’t fathom the thought of Hoseok dropping
from your life without a single word or warning; because the scariest thing is… it’s much
“Okay… I’m sorry,” you regretfully mumble, “I promise I’ ll treat you and the boys to dinner
someday.”
“Nah,” Jimin chuckles and heads off on his own, “bringing him back here is already
His words should be reassuring, yet you �nd them wrenching at your hear t.
Was bringing him here really the right choice, when at the end of the night, you just know
Hoseok must be crawling back into the cold embrace of his mattress, shivering from
what he can’t even call home, whimpering from the throbbing pain of every inch of his
“…Hoseok ?”
Your voice stutters amidst the thick silence of the air as you hesitantly take one step
and other towards the one boy at the end of the hall, Hoseok.
Turning around, Hoseok spots you and simply arches a brow; the dark purple bags
beneath the void in his eyes and the lack of vigor in comparison to his usual smug
“Are you… done with everything?” you take one final step to enclose the distance
between you two before uncomfor tably hooking a hand over your right elbow and peering
up at him, who gazes at you from above. “Can I help you in any way?”
Hoseok smiles gently and shakes his head, “no, everything is loaded and the camp ends
here. I’m o�cially free of my duties as a captain and you’re officially free from that bet
of ours.”
“What bet?” you let out without a thought, mind too preoccupied with the real question
which loiters in your mind: why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye to me?
“The bet we made in your kitchen,” he cocks his head and �ashes a crooked smile, “a
He grins, “and I almost forgot I wasn’t the captain of this club anymore.”
Please don’t say that.
“Hoseok…” your voice nearly cracks, eyes aver ting to the side in fear of impending
“—then why are you bringing it up,” he deadpans, jaw tightening with the grinding of his
teeth.
“I just…” you shake when you take a breath, “I just want to lend an ear. I think it would be
“Or do you just want to fulfill your own curiosities at the expense of my own requests?”
“What?” you immediately peer up at the sharp edges of his eyes with your own wide
ones. “No , I didn’t mean it that way. I’m sorry… I just wanted to help…”
Silence floods the stagnating air and you’re nearly drowned with it—but not nearly as
“…can you stop prying? ” he finally utters. “Can you stop mentioning it? I’m a player, don’t
you remember? I only star ted all of… all of this because I was curious. I was intrigued by
you only for a second because for once a girl wasn’t fawning over me like the rest.”
His confession plucks at your hear tstrings, but your most pressing concerns lies
elsewhere beyond your own state; when will he �nally con�de in you?
Hoseok grabs your shoulders and lightly shakes you, whether as a plea or an attempt to
garner your divided attention, you’re unsure of. “I star ted all of this because of a dare,
remember, Y/N?” his voice sounds all too desperate for you to bear. “So don’t fall too
hard. Stop burying yourself into my mess and just play along without worrying, okay?”
“I don’t,” you mutter before clearing your voice and swatting his hands off you, “I don’t
care, Hoseok! I don’t care how invested I am, because it’s already too late for me to back
out and I don’t want to back out! I care about you, can’t you just accept that?”
“Don’t you get it?” he groans, pacing in frustration. “I don’t want any help! I don’t need
help. Don’t pry into my own business and stop asking Jimin and Taehyung or any of the
boys about me. Get it over your head and stop investing so much time in me before you
realize just how you right you were that night on our �rst date when you called me out on
being an ass!”
The words echo along with your stunned silence. You had never seen Hoseok so
infuriated before, and for the �rst time in a long while, you’re scared.
You’re scared he’ ll drown in his own demons without your help.
You’re scared your own help will turn out to be a manifestation of your own wants over
You’re scared the boy you love and care for isn’t the passionate captain you knew nor
the renowned hear tthrob around school but a enmity completely unknown.
Mostly, you’re scared because fear is the last thing you thought you would ever
And maybe you’re too transparent or perhaps his words truly did hur t you to the point
where even he could decipher, but your entire body language reclines—your eye glued to
the �oor, your head ducked in shame, and your body facing slightly askew—and Hoseok
the cup of his hand brings you a step closer to him until he places a chaste kiss to your
“Just stop worrying about me, okay? That’s the only way we can keep this…” he struggles
to find the right words as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your right ear. The boy
takes a deep breath and neither a sigh nor a chuckle descends from his barely par ted
lips, for all you hear is a weighty pant crafted of obligations. “…this thing we have going
on between us. We’ ll both be better of that way, alright? Even if it’s ignorant to do so. I
Physically, his voice drifts into the foreign wind which sweeps your grasp of time shor tly
afterwards; but you hear him loud and clear within the resonance of your hear t, for his
You don’t expect him to greet you, not to mention even sitting within your vicinity on the
ride back… but he does. In moments when you avoid all eye contact the second his foot
sets weight onto the bus, shifting towards the windows by your seat and wishing with
every ounce of your will for your rather isolated choice of seating and lack of friends to
go unnoticed; but he reads you like an open book. With footsteps skimming across the
�oor, soft yet �rm enough to mark his ambitions, the boy beelines to the seat by your
side. The lethargic timbre of his murmured “hey ” elicits a prim response from you as he
plops into the empty seat and �lls the painfully heavy air of his absence.
The forecast predicts a dayful of sun, but you don’t quite realize until now, just how
reliant you’ve become; for at some point in time, the sun has somehow become your
everything.
You don’t expect him to spark any conversations—no, not after that discussion gone
astray—and he doesn’t; but the watchful gaze of his, wandering from his chattering
friends straight up ahead to eye occasional roll of your sore ankles, inquires more than
you could ask for. In fact, it doesn’t take very long for his desires to bloom into fruition
when, the next thing you know, he gently lifts your right leg to prop into the lap of his
“It’s fine,” you mutter through barely parted lips, attempting in vain to retract your leg
“It’s your first bootcamp, isn’t it?” he continues to knead. “I remember how exhausted I
Glancing him up and down, the courage to speak doesn’t come to you until the char ter
enters a tunnel, blackening your sights from his soft brown hair, beautifully tan skin, and
mustard tee.
“Can you stop playing around with me? Things like this mean so much more to me than
The boy doesn’t answer, instead, he pauses; and after a few seconds of silence, he
persists to knead for a minute longer before letting down your leg once the tunnel ends
Incapable of sight in the bright sun after a long nap, the thought of Keiko’s text remains
imprinted throughout your conscious. Weighing heavily in your hands, you grab your
phone and swiftly jog off the bus on a mission to inquire advice from the rest of the
boys.
While Hoseok lends a hand in unloading the endless stream of camp attendees hastily
lining up to grab their bags and head on home, you �nd the rest of the boys standing in a
semicircle, conversing away and responsibly keeping watch on the slowly dwindling
“What’s crackin’, Y/N?” Jin questions, the group following suit as they peer at you with
curious eyes.
“I just,” you glance around, par ticularly assuring yourself of Hoseok’s distant position
before whirling around and proceeding in a hush, “I just wanted to ask you guys for some
advice.”
“No , it has nothing to do with him, okay? Well, sort of,” you reach out your phone to show
the text to a intrigued group of boys leaning in. “Keiko wants to meet up with me.”
“No, I mean, she wants to meet up with me and I’m pretty sure it has something to do
with Hoseok. It’s literally the only reason she would know me or even talk to me.”
Jimin purses his lips at Yoongi’s remark, “you think Hobi would be okay with that? With
us talking behind his back, especially to his former teacher? He doesn’t even tell us
“Yeah, so I don’t know what to do,” you shake your head. “I want to know what Keiko
needs to tell me. I feel like it’s something impor tant that might help Hoseok…”
“…but…”
“…but I’m scared I’m just taking advantage of Hoseok’s situation for the sake of my own
The boys exchange glances at each other, because they, too, are as abandoned in the
Finally, Namjoon shifts his weight, a stance demanding attention and respect, before
asking, “well, do you think Hoseok is going to get any better at this point?”
To be painfully honest, the truthful answer to his question would simply and brutally be
a “no .” Just as Jimin had pointed out, Hoseok carries an even more lethargic, poignant
mien in him than he had prior to camp. Maybe bringing him here really is a mistake, after
“No, I doubt he’ ll be hanging around us anytime soon,” Jimin quickly answers when he
notices your downcast eyes. “I don’t think it’s just me when I say: right now, Hoseok
despises dance.”
“Then I don’t think there’s any harm in meeting with Keiko,” Namjoon elaborates. “Yes,
you might be butting into someone else’s business, but from what I can tell, Hoseok isn’t
just ‘someone ’ to you and you aren’t just ‘someone ’ to him. If you’re doing it out of good
dar ts to someone from behind you. Suddenly, a heavy arm slings over your shoulders and
the rough edge of his masked voice echoes in your right ear.
“Hey, what’s with all the long face?” Hoseok feigns a laugh after glancing at you.
Rather than his untimely presence, it’s his nonchalant performance of swinging his arms
over your shoulders which catches your infuriated attention. Not only is he lying to
himself, yourself, and his closest friends, but now he’s acting as if he owns you, as if
you two were an actual couple, as if he didn’t just tell you to your face that your
“Why do you care so much about my mood? Actually, why do you pretend to care so
much?” you rebuke in spite, pushing off his hands and relishing in the sudden downturn
of his lips and furrowed brows. “I thought we weren’t a thing. You told me not to be
Your curtly remarks evoke worried albeit curious glances from the boys, but all you care
about is the fury boiling under Hoseok’s poor attempt at suppressing with a smirk.
“That’s more like it,” he smugly grins, cocking his head and raising his hands defensively,
“the more you push me away, the more I’ ll fall. Isn’t that what you want?”
As if.
Scofing and rolling your eyes, you shake your head and return your attention to boys
before bidding them goodbye and walking off without another word to Hoseok.
There isn’t any reason nor thing for you to stay around Hoseok for, and neither does he
for you; he doesn’t run after you and he doesn’t even attempt to explain himself nor
demand an explanation, because to him, you simply aren’t wor th the effort.
Clink, clink, the glasses of wine tipping against its own �lls the rather lavish room you
hadn’t expected nor asked to be seated in; and while others hold their own in formal
gowns and suits, you sit uncomfor tably across Keiko decked out in sweatpants and a
messy bun from lack of time between depar ture and arrival.
Dressed in a sleek black blouse and dangling earrings, Keiko remains the classy woman
you had met the �rst time around; to others, you must seem like a child next to her.
The only perk you could scavenge from your ostracized self is having your expensive
dinner, sure to empty your wallet along with college tuitions, paid by a responsible, fulltime
employed adult.
“So,” she takes a sip from her glass of wine, “how’re you doing?”
To your surprise, Keiko chuckles a sultry laugh as ripened as red wine. “I was asking
about you , not Hoseok; but I guess you have some sor t of a guess as to why I called you
“Oh… sorry…” you mumble, eyes wide and enraptured by her poise. “I, um, hope it’s not
inappropriate of me to ask this, but why are you asking me and not the boys?”
Keiko cocks her head as if the answer was obvious enough, “because you’re the closest
“Emotionally? No… physically? Not really,” you frown, especially when she just chor tles
at you.
“Well, that’s what I’ve deduced from what the boys have told me.”
“They told you about me?” your eyes immediately widen in panic, because for some odd
reason, you want to at least appear somewhat decent from someone as respectable as
Keiko; and it isn’t a competition between you and her in vie for Hoseok’s attention, it’s
the elegant way she holds herself which has earned your utmost respect. “What… did
they say?”
“Oh, nothing too much,” she chuckles with a shrug. “Don’t worry, I have other reasons for
my deduction.”
The vague answer intimidates you from inquiring fur ther as your gaze becomes a�xed to
the empty plate splattered with leftover sauce from the now ingested steak. Instead of
probing at you to answer her question, she allows you to recollect yourself and your
state of mind in silence; and eventually, you do, for your train of thoughts stumble over
“About Hoseok…” you star t, eyes lifting to meet Keiko’s, her brows raising to encourage
you fur ther. “He’s still… reluctant to dance. I don’t think he had the best time at camp.”
“Really? Spring boot camp was always his favorite time of the year,” she prims, but all
you can do is sigh in a mix of awe and regret, wondering just how much more she knows
about Hoseok than you do him. “Well, do you plan on helping him still?”
Helping him? Does she not know about his injury? Hoseok’s voice reverberates in your
mind—stop prying —for a remark both raw and real is all too painful to hear and to forget.
It isn’t your business neither is it your secret to reveal, especially not to someone he
You’re much closer to him than I am. I can’t do much… we’re just acquaintances. It’s not
Your question elicits a loud intake of breath followed by a sigh as she reclines into her
Her fingers begin to play with the glass of wine, swirling the drink round and round and
Your line of sight subconsciously travels to your leg where you can practically see
Hoseok’s own, swelling and throbbing as you clutch it in plain just like he had on the
blackest of nights.
“Wait, what ? Are you sure?” your brows cinch in confusion. “Maybe he… he …”
Your voice trails to nothing. What else could have evoked someone to blame themselves
“I pushed him too far,” she says after a long sigh, staring at the swirl of wine in her
delicate �ngers. “I was training him into a captain capable of handling anything that
would come at him, be it pressure or stress, he has the potential to be the best we’ve
ever had… I don’t know if it was me or him and his own expectations which pushed him
If you knew the old and new Hoseok correctly, the latter would be the valid reason.
And as much as you know the blame can’t be held entirely by Keiko but Hoseok, himself,
“I did,” she simply nods. “He practiced day and night. There never was a single day when
I entered or left the studio and Hoseok wasn’t there. Sometimes I think the poor boy
You let out a scoff under your breath, appalled. “And you didn’t tell him to stop—”
“—you’re not a dancer, are you, Y/N? You think I can tell someone to stop doing what
they love, what they’re so passionate in? You think we have it easy? That talent and a
few hours a week are enough to make up for what we lack? You think he would listen to
me if I told him to stop? I thought you knew him well,” Keiko rebukes, calm but
reprimanding enough for you to wince. “Being a captain requires you to put in time and
stress and pressure just comes with it. And even despite that, yeah, sometimes I do
wonder if I was asking for too much. If he or I had said something, if he had quit a bit
“Quit ?” you ar ticulate, narrowing your eyes at her. “I don’t have to be a dancer to know
“You sound like every other person who begged me to stop when I was training to
become the captain myself,” Keiko chuckles, lips pressing into a thin, curved line. “I
handled the pressure. I bore all the stress. I conquered it all and I thrived, Y/N, and you
and I both know how talented Hoseok is. If I could do it, he most de�nitely could, too. I
“Not everyone’s body works the same…” your words become mu�ed by your own lips.
“Oh?” she laughs. “You almost sound like you know him better than I have in the past
four years.”
Past four years? It’s almost cer tain they share a history together. Your gut instincts
“Anyways, I’m not here to argue with you, Y/N. I apologize if I stepped over the line just
now,” her hand reaches for yours over the table and she smiles. “I get it. To you guys, us
dancers seem reckless, and I admit it, we go overboard sometimes. That’s why we,
especially Hoseok , need people, like you , by our sides to tell us when enough is enough.”
Her gaze sees right through you and there’s nothing you could do other than aver t your
eyes to the side to prevent her from reading through your transparency. It feels like she’s
telling you something, hinting at an implication, but you just can’t quite get it.
You can’t read her like she or even Hoseok does to you.
“If his injury really is the reason behind his hiatus, then why hasn’t he tried to recover?
“As much as I seem to know him, Y/N, I actually can’t answer that question. I really don’t
know,” she sighs. “Even I’m surprised. I thought he would bounce back. He truly loved
dance. He loved it to death… but maybe he never did. I don’t know if I overestimated him.
I was hoping you would know. He won’t let me anywhere near him now.”
Of course not, you bite your tongue. As much as you admire Keiko for her sheer
willpower, her constant disregard for Hoseok’s well-being and even questioning his
“So,” she softly utters, holding your hand to aver t your gaze back to hers, “can you help
me, Y/N?”
Stop prying, his voice echoes; even your deepest conscience knows Hoseok doesn’t want
you to help.
“Why would I do that? We’re not close or anything. I’ ll be sticking my nose into someone
else’s business.”
Your remark elicits a slight scoff of disbelief from Keiko as she grins at you with
furrowed brows.
“W-What ?” you immediately shake your head. “No, I don’t know what makes you think
that or whatever the boys told you, but even if I wanted to help, I can’t.”
“Oh, but I think you can,” she leans back into her seat and crosses her arms before
turning to glance out the window displaying the black silhouette of the cityscape. “In
fact, you’re the only one who can. At the rate Hoseok is going, I don’t think he’ ll ever
Everyone seems to have expectations from you, but it doesn’t matter when the person in
But you want to help him, even if that means he won’t ever dance again.
You’ve come to realize, through trial and error, all you could wish for him is bliss.
“I promise I’m not doing this to gain your favor or try to persuade you, but,” she turns
away from the window and leans into the table with a smile, “I’ve seen the look in his
…I thought you never met up with him before after his injury, is what you meant to say,
but the rapid beats of your hear t elicited by her confession prevents you from budging a
single inch.
Maybe they really are dating and you’re just being toyed around by the both of them.
“I… I just have one question,” you blur t before your more rational self could talk you out
of it; for once, you’re acting on impulse and ego, but perhaps you deserve it after
everything you’ve been through for the sake of him. It’s time you do something for
Silence ensues as she ponders for a few seconds and smiles, a soft chuckle drifting
from her lips, “and what would you say if I said yes? Would you dislike me? Would you
Ah , so it’s a yes; crestfallen for reasons unknown, you begin collecting your things.
“I’ ll think about it because I want to make sure this does Hoseok more good than it does
me or any of us waiting for him to take the stage again,” standing up, you continue,
looking her straight in the eye, “and I’m not doing this for you because I don’t appreciate
the way you demean Hoseok and his own health and effor ts.”
“Hoseok .”
A wide grin spreads across her lips from ear to ear as she suppresses a giddy smile,
quickly grabbing your hand and squeezing it �rmly, “thank you, Y/N. Really , thank you. I
mean it when I say you’re the only one who can bring him out of his darkest times. I’m
counting on you.”
Gradually and hesitantly, you nod, slowly turning your back on the exit to make your way
Step by step, they gain momentum until you �nd yourself marching out of the restaurant
on a mission to brew a storm in search of the world’s ends, for the hidden sun is long