dance studio 。

@ΝΓΤ ⁴ hoseok。 () ;n; sorry I can’t stand to see him like this. This hurts my heart and I’m determined to cheer him up. u n u


Just like everything else in his life, Taehyungs frat house was getting turned upside down. The one place that actually made him feel at home was suddenly being flipped and he refused to let that happen. Of course he needed to speak to Hoseok about what had been going on but even the president was spiraling, just like the frat itself. There was nothing wrong with spiraling, not when it’s all in good fun, but when the frat is turning against each other; that’s when it becomes a problem.

He could only guess where the president went, the one place that was mostly always open for him. The dance studio. The wind was howling and Taehyung regretted not grabbing his jacket on the way out before rushing over there. Now, he didn’t know much about Hoseok but what he does know is how much of a great president he is. Taehyung has a lot of respect for the senior but lately he’s not only failing to show that, but he is also showing little to no faith in him because of just one uncontrollable pledge.

“Hoseok?”

The door swung closed behind him as he entered the studio, the loud music was probably muffling the call of the seniors name. The room was huge, but he didn’t miss the sweaty figure slouched over the mirror. Taehyung went there initially to speak about the frat and his concerns but seeing the frat president in a position like the one he’s witnessing now, only made him want to just be the trusted friend that Hoseok said he is.

With slow, cautious steps he approached the dancer. “Hoseok...hey..” he spoke softly, as if knowing that the dancer probably didn’t even want to see him at the moment. His mouth can be a loose cannon when he’s upset or frustrated and he resents that. He’s a guy who speaks whatever comes to his mind and worries about the consequences later. But in this moment he could feel that Hoseok, solely needed a person to probably listen to him.

TRIGGER WARNING // MENTION OF DEPRESSION, ANXIETY ATTACK

The night was chilling, but the male couldn’t feel more heated as the sweat dripped off of his jaw, the sapphire droplets then sinking into the moist fabric of his t-shirt. The night was quiet, yet the echoes of impolite curses bounced back and forth between the walls at such high volume. It was mistake after mistake, and Hoseok couldn’t seem to get the steps right. Then again, that seemed to have become a common denominator in his life.. getting things wrong, that is. Making the same mistakes and expecting a different outcome, when would he ever learn?

“!”

He wanted to scream, he wanted to throw everything away and hide from the rest of the world — Hoseok was tired. Tired of getting the same exact steps wrong no matter how long he’d practiced— tired of hurting the people who he’d cared about the most over and over again. So tired of the world but he continued to crawl back, the worry of his friends eating at his anxiety until it became unbearable. Plus, it was his job to take care of his brothers.. even if he didn’t even want to get out of bed. By now, the tears are freely streaming down his cheeks as he watches himself in the mirror, lungs beginning to stagger at an uneven pace and soon — he’s on his knees, fingers nudging through sweaty locks and gripping tightly.

Pain.

Hoseok has always been a man that carried around his ability to make his friends laugh with such pride, yet when they pained because of him, the weight on his shoulders seemed unbearable. But of course, he wouldn’t show it. No— a smile would be apparent on his visage as he walked through the halls, and he’d brush off any offers of help with the frat because he’s “got it.” He’d never complain about his duties. He was a closed book, and he didn’t open up to anyone unless they held such a high level of trust within but, even that was hard to find.

His hand raises to pinch the fabric of his shirt, raising it to dry off of his face before it slips back down and crumbles atop of his chest. One of his hands raises, index finger extended and he gently taps his reflection in the mirror. “Weak.” He whispers, almost as if he were attempting to insult himself. But then he just.... stares. And admittedly...

he’s lost.

i'll learn to dance here and make money

@ΣΥΤ ⁴ kyunsang。 Zhengting thought the fell hurt, but nothing could be compared to the pain he felt in his chest after hearing the so familiar voice and seeing the features of the man he once called his. "Kyunsang?" he felt as if he was short of air having the man that close to him, and he could swear the hard dancing isn't the only reason for him being so short breathed at this moment. Who would have thought that the male really came back after all, that the rumors were true this time. The sigma president was really back, and he was standing right in front of him looking way more worried than he thought he would be. Zhengting honestly felt embarrassed that their first meeting in months had to be like that. That after all this time Kyunsang would come back to him being such a mess and witnessing it with his own eyes. He kind of wished that the floor could just swallow him up at this moment, but from experience he already knows that it doesn't happen just because he wished for it.

"God, this is embarrassing" he breathed out as he released his ankle from his hands which honestly hurt as hell and he thinks that he may have twisted it and he has no one to blame for that but his own self. He shouldn't have pushed himself that much when he knew his body couldn't handle it. He shouldn't have went for it when he hasn't practiced in such a long time. He was confident that there was no way he would be able to stand up without feeling pain, yet he had no choice but to try and pretend like he's all okay just not to worry the male in front of him. "I'm fine Kyun, I just fell down it's not a big deal......You know sometimes I get clumsy like this and hurt myself" he chuckled only realizing how nervous he sounded after it all came out of his mouth.

"You're really back....huh?"

Zhengting may have thought that he's just dreaming if the pain in his ankle wasn't a pure evidence that this is really happening. "I don't need to go to the clinic, it's just some pain that will go away when I walk it off" being confident about that, he showed his ankle to the soon to be a doctor. "see, it's not that much of a big deal....It's not even swelling that badly" zhengting knew he was blabbering by now, but he just didn't know what to say or how to act.

@ΝΓΤ ¹ zhengting。 It has been a week since he had come back from his long break. It wasn't easy, of course. He had to go through several departments to get his case cleared in order to resume his studies including meeting the dean. Thankfully, the staff treated him just like before he left as if none of the horrible mishaps occured, no signs of pittying him like a little boy. He had finally gotten out of his room to venture the campus again. It has been a year and he noticed that there are several changes here and there. The garden seem fuller with trees and bushes, more unfamiliar faces passes by him in a rush, the rickety elevator got replaced with a new one, and broken signs got replaced into a glossy new signs that points to the right directions. It was a nice change. At least, there is some good things left in the world.

His feet leads him to walk down several hallways, passing by some lecture halls that are currently being used, and he almost slips past a studio if it is not because of the faint music. Kyunsang peeked into the studio without any much interest in mind but oh how wrong he was when his eyes landed on a familiar back. He knew that man. No. He knows that man. It is Zhengting. His person. His important person that he had lost contact with in between the semesters, and he can't believe his eyes that Zhengting is dancing again. Kyunsang knows how good the young man dances yet he was so shy to showcase it, and he suddenly remembers the old days where he would sneak into Zhengting's frat house to tuck him into bed after passing out from dancing to his bones. He stood there by the door, watching every single move made by him; the corner of his lips quirking up into a small smile but that instantly disappears when he saw the hard fall.

"Zheng!"

He bursted into the studio with wide and frantic eyes, looking down at how the man is holding onto his ankle for a moment before he saunters over to kneel down in front of him. "Are you alright? Did you get hurt?" He asked while his hands still hover around Zhengting, his eyes fixed onto the ankle but then he let out a small groan as he realizes how stupid he sounded after his words bounces back into his head after saying it. "No, that was a stupid question to ask. You're obviously hurt. That was a hard fall. Can you stand? I'll help you go see the doctor at the clinic."

@ΣΥΤ ⁴ kyunsang。 Getting down on the floor legs spread apart, slim fingers made their way down Zhengting's legs until they reached his feet making him feel rather satisfied to still be able to fully stretch this way even though it has been forever since he came here. Life has been very busy and kind of messed up for Zhengting the past few months. Things got really different for him as well and before he knew it he was practically living a life he never thought he's capable of living.
Getting back on his feet as he finished stretching, he looked around for a second before turning on the music. He was rather shy when it came to him dancing. He knew that he's rather good a contemporary dancing yet he rarely showed it willingly to anyone, so not a lot of people knew about this. It was rather funny to see him being scared of getting judged for his dancing when he practically doesn't care about getting judged for everything else.

Soft music filled the empty room, and before he knew it his own body moved on its own. He poured every single pent up emotion he had in his dance. His body was thrown everywhere around the room, on the floor, against the wall as he tried expressing all what he has been keeping through the dance. He felt sweat drip down his face as he made graceful jumps, one after the other and before he knew it during his last jump he came down on the wrong foot in a not so good position making him yelp in pain his whole body hitting the floor.

"uh....." he groaned as he held his ankle.