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Jungkook

"You need more passion! You're an amazing dancer Jungkook but you have zero passion! I thought we talked about this?" My choreographer yelled. We stood in a line and he went down telling us what we needed to fix.

"We-we did, I'll try harder,"

"Practicing more isn't the answer, just," he stops with a sigh. He looks around for a second. "You just need a break. You need to live in your twenties to get your love of preforming back. I have a close friend like you,"

"That's kinda hard you know,"
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The convenience  store isn't far from our apartments. I replay the dance to Dimple over in my head. I'm doing the best I can. I'm a singer, I mean I dance too but who does he think we are? Ateez? No, they are dancing kings-though that song belongs to exo. I just- we don't dance a lot. We recently started dancing a lot more. We started doing everything a lot more than normal and instead of a passion, it's more a chore.

"Excuse me," a raspy voice calls from behind me. I turn to face a boy- he's not a boy. He's a man just a small one. Not like a super short but just shorter than me. Most reasons we don't run into fans here is because the area is hella expensive and exclusive to idols and actors. "You're still in my way,"

"Oh-sorry, you're just.."

"Short? Yeah I know,"

"Familiar,"

"Don't know where you'd know me from. None of my shit sales," he pulls out a two liter bottle of coke and one of sprite. The a 6 pack of beer.

"You wrote Runaway. By that new group, TXT? It's more your voice than your looks. You look natural now,"

"Do I not look natural any other time,"

"I meant a more comfortable natural. Which is understandable,"

"Yeah I guess. So uh did you actually want something from here or did you just wanna stand I front of the freezer?" He asks. His lips tilt up a bit into a smirk. I my heart jumps at the action. Hearts jumping does not mean crush. My heart jumps when Taehyung does weird shit like griping my thighs.

"I-uh yeah. Some drinks, maybe some snacks. Mostly a walk and fresh air." I show him the chips and chocolate in my basket. I grab out two small thinks of coke and some Fanta.

"Oh, well I get that. Not that you care but I had an argument with my roommate. Needed some air before I go apologize,"

"You in the wrong?" He laughs as we walk towards the cash register. Pushing his hair out his face he looks at me. A sad look in his eyes. Hiding behind the smile he throws at me. The smile is sad too.

"I'm always on the wrong, The Sprite is the peace offering," he has all his things payed for. He doesn't leave like I originally thought he would. He stands next to me and waits.

"If you don't mind me asking, what did you fight over?" He looks down before looking up again.

"He was trying to help my career take off but I don't want my recognition to be a pity favor."

"But you have a lot of good songs Hyung. Like New Heroes. And Wine! You also have great songs yourself. People don't give producers enough credit. I trust my producer with my life- actually he's pretty clumsy so I take that back," he giggle lightly. The crisp fall air hits our faces as we walk.

We just walk and talk until he comes to a stop looking at me. We need to spilt ways. He's so easy to talk to, I wish I could find that more often. He stands in front of me tapping his phone against his hand lightly.

"Jungkook! Oh sorry I gotta go," he says. Pointing to where he had to go. He slides his phone back to his pocket. He speeds off without another word.