LOST BOY.

|three

i panted, laying down on that hard floor.

it was probably midnight by now.

i had to work on the dance.

honestly, i have no idea how i was accepted here when we auditioned.

i did sing, but i wasn't as good as jungkook and the only dances i knew at first were contemporary.

i was good at memorizing the moves, but my body had a hard time doing them.

the dances we were taught weren't what i had done before.

it was a completely different genre.

out of this group, i was the worst.

i knew that.

our manger knew that.

i always have been.

that's why i'm here right now, a sweating out of breath mess on the floor.

i was tired.

i wanted to go back home- back to busan.

i wanted to runaway again.

only this time alone.

things haven't changed between us at all even though it's been so long since the day we became a group.

but it's not like it was something i could control.

we were working on our comeback.

i really just didn't want to screw this up.

that's all i really seemed to do lately.

but at least this time i'm trying.