— ballet studio

Yoongi puts on his slippers and start twerking to classical music

Drawing in a deep breath, Xuanyi faced the locked door that led to the ballet studio. On the other side of the door laid wooden flooring that echoed the sounds of the pitter-pattering of footsteps, tall windows that allowed sunlight to stream in and a whole wall of mirrors.

"You can do this, Xuanyi. There's nothing to be afraid of." She muttered to herself.

Once upon a time, she would've waltzed straight into the dance studio with no hesitation but ever since that once incident, she'd been afraid. She knew that the dance studio that was once a place where she could project her stress, her pressure, her feelings was now a place that she feared, a place that reminded her of what once was.

Love. Passion. Dreams.

Those three words that now meant hurt for the girl once meant the world to her. If only she hadn't been stubborn, if only she hadn't been so insistent but it was too late for regrets now. There was no point crying over spilt milk.

Exhaling softly, Xuanyi dug her pockets for the key that led to the dance studio before fishing it out and sticking it into the doorknob.

Click. The door was unlocked.

Xuanyi pushed the door open and walked inside, a sense of familiarity enveloping her at every step she took. Fear was suddenly pushed to the back of her mind as she dropped her things at the side of the dance studio, by the mirror as she took her place in the middle of the dance studio, facing herself in the mirror. Closing her eyes, she could hear the familiar theme of the nutcracker inside her head causing the corners of her lips to tug into a small smile. She positioned herself as though she was about to dance and that, she did. That is, until she attempted a leap. That was when her right ankle gave way to her weight causing her to fall onto the floor. Familiar pain shot up her ankle as she sat still in the dance studio, a hand over her right ankle, the smile on her face instantly fading.

That's right. She'd almost forgotten it was a new fact that she'd never dance again. It was just not possible, no matter how much she loved it and whose fault was it? Hers.

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