it was a dark december aftenoon. the storm clouds gathered in the air above, thunder ripped through the sky, leaving a vicious noise to follow. jongin were sitting beside the window in his studio, watching it all.
he wasn't nervous, no, he was born ready. born ready to slay on the stage, he was born to snatch people wigs. poor exols.
it was now saturday morning and jongin has been dancing the whole night. he sure felt tired, but he still managed to dance some more. this choreography has to be perfect.
jongin always loved to dance. he's been dancing since he was 12, and until now he couldn't imagine himself being somewhere else. he loved it here. he loved home.
to describe jongin as a person, he wasn't a type whom loved to make new friends. one friend was enough for him.
he was lucky he had minseok by his side. he was the only supportive and understanding friend. his true soulmate.
minseok was his truly hope and angel. but the time has now come to show the world his passion, work and love for dancing.
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thanks for reading, loves xx
the rest of the story will be published soon, it's gonna take some time, but you guys will love it ;)
so stay tuned <3
