BTS HYYH Notes (Book 1, 2, BUS Game) // COMPLETE [Part 2]

2022, Aug 13 - Hoseok (My Friend)

[Place: Practice room]

(A/N: Loop #1)

In middle of the practice room, Jimin and my friend was standing. The 5 seconds after getting in to the position felt like such a long time. As the music started to flow out of the speaker, two of them stated their first move. It was the choreography that I was practicing with her just a few days ago.

I sat on the floor of the practice room and stared at them. When I was told that I can't dance for a while because of my ankle, it was really hard for me. The fact that I couldn't dance and I had to only look at someone else's dance, made me frustrated. However, as I helped Jimin practice, and as a result, looking at Jimin maturely, I realized that it wasn't a big problem I can't dance. That I can be happy by doing dance in someway

When Jimin was practicing, I couldn't let even a small mistakes pass. Jimin would miss the timing or make smaller movement than expected. Whenever that happened, I stopped the music and checked every movement. But as an audience watching on the floor of the practice room, Jimin's dance looked different. Instead of the small movement, I saw something bigger.

The mistakes I saw during the practice approached me differently. The small mistakes and amateurishness actually gave a unique wave. Jimin was definitely different from me but he had his own timing and his own style of expressing. Jimin was shining and dancing that moves people's heart.

The song finished, Jimin's dance ended. Jimin's face looked like it was shining brightly with excitement and happiness. Next to him, she was standing. My friend will leave to abroad soon. We made eye contact.

As I held my thumbs up, she smiled big. It was weird. She looks nothing like my eommeoni. I don't even remember eommeoni's face that well, why do I think I see a resemblance?

For a moment, somewhere in my heart ached. The ankle that wasn't completely healed started to ache.

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[Place: Practice room]

(A/N: Loop #2)

I dropped by the ‘Just Dance’ practice room for the first time in a while. I was met with the pounding sound of music, the air filled with the smell of sweat, and the room full of adrenaline. My heart fluttered every time I came here.

After a round of loud, noisy greetings from the members, I sat against the wall and watched them practice. When would I be able to dance again? I was both impatient and thrilled. I thought of the man's dance. Would I be able to dance like him someday? At that moment, someone came close and sat down next to me.

It was her. She tapped me on my shoulder, smiling, and said, "Where have you been? Were you having fun all by yourself?" The two of us in the mirror were sitting side by side leaning against the wall. "How've you been?" She made an expression that seemed to reproach me for such a rhetorical question.

I continued, gazing at myself in the mirror. "Have I told you about my eommeoni?" I must've repeated it a hundred times. But she always listened to my story enthusiastically. "She must be living happily somewhere, right? Then I'm OK. Even if we never meet again, it'd be OK if we're both happy." She stared at me. "And I thought you looked like my eommeoni. But you didn't. I've been busy finding this out." She looked confused. I chuckled and continued to speak. “So, when do you go? No, that's not what I was going to say. Congratulations. It was your dream."

She bowed her head and raised it again. "Sorry. I should've told you first."

"If you're sorry, buy me a meal. I'll throw you a really nice farewell party later." I deliberately smiled a big smile and made a fuss. "Let's meet again someday as a famous dancers. Work hard. Because I'm not gonna let you outdo me."

She nodded. The two of us in the mirror sat next to each other leaning against the wall.