Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung met up on the cafe as per usual. And to be honest it was really putting a dent in Taehyung's bank account. His marks weren't high enough for a scholarship. And he still need to add one more type of science to take the medical course.

He was really spaced out. Partly thinking about Jungkook, partly thinking about his future. He sighed.

"What's up?" Jimin asked.

"Y'know the usual school and shit," Taehyung answered, he really didn't want to get into it.

"Why're you being so vague, ...you don't-you don't talk to me anymore," Jimin snapped.

Jimin had been stressed out himself but it seemed like Taehyung, his only friend, wasn't there. Jimin was used to spilling all his troubles to Taehyung. Taehyung was a great listener and always gave the most heart felt advice, but he also wasn't afraid to tell stuff to you straight.

Taehyung sighed, "Jimin, you can always talk to me just give me a call and I'll be there, you're-you're still my best friend."

Jimin sighed, "this isn't just about me, Taehyung, you're human too I know you get stressed, so talk to me don't be distant."

To Taehyung always felt like a bother. He never wanted to trouble Jimin or anyone else for that matter. So he was just used agreeing, to satisfy the person, much like what he did when Jungkook told him to take a course in literature.

"Don't worry you know I'll always come to you."

No he wasn't.

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As they were walking into school together, laughing and joking, it was if Jungkook and Jimin never had an argument. The three of them had created quite a bond.

Jimin left to go to different building because he was apart of this program the school had. If a student showed talent in a subject, then they'd get to decide if they want to only study that for the remainder of high school, then get into college with a scholarship.

Jimin had been offered a dancing scholarship, so instead of the regular math, Korean science, he just had different types of dance practices. It of course was only offered to seniors, an exceptional sophomores.

Anyway, Taehyung walked Jungkook to his first class, science. Then he headed to his own Korean literature.

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"Okay class, I've corrected your short stories, and I saw some amazing ideas. I want you to take it back and read my comments," the teacher, Ms. Lee said.

She called on each student one, by one to collect their story. She finally reached, "Taehyung!" Taehyung got up and walked to her desk, she handed it to him, "come during lunch I want to talk to you,"

"Okay miss." He was worried that he messed up badly.

Taehyung had a love for writing, for literature. It was more than just a hobby, he wanted it to become his career. But y'know the constant putting yourself down doesn't help. He sighed.

He started writing when he was younger but then it was just for fun, or to express hidden feeling. It was mostly poetry. But then it advance to stories, giving them problems he faced and writing how the solved it.

When Taehyung gave up his partying habits, he started writing stories, he brought his feelings to life. He had written amazing essays when he was younger too, but that was just class work.

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Jungkook was walking through the halls as per usual. Getting to his next Class, Korean. He walked passed his locker and saw Wootak there. He sighed. Wootak has been giving quite rude comments for a while now, nothing physical yet.

"Hey there pansy," Wootak called his friends snickering behind them.

Jungkook ignored them, he wasn't felling it today. On a good day he'd be snarking a comment back, or giving an amazing smile of pride. But he was put off since the thought of Taehyung last night. He he thought he didn't do good enough.

Jungkook felt a hand grip his shoulder. His eye twitched. Wootak forcefully turned him around. Jungkook unfazed by his action.

"I was talking to you, faggot."

Jungkook sighed, "I bet you wish you could have your tiny dick up my ass an fuck me senseless."

Jungkook got a punch to the stomach, making him cough and hunch over. He grabbed his stomach and looked up at Wootak. From his position he threw a punch to Wootak's rib cage. Before Wootak could do anything else, Jungkook left.

It'll only get worse from here, and Jungkook knew it. He looked over his shoulder and saw Wootak's friends looking at him with this look in their eyes, something like admiration. Jungkook was probably just imagining it.

But even if Wootak came again he knew that he could handle nothing was going to get him that easy. Well except Taehyung. Taehyung's an exception.

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Jimin was sat in his dance practice room, reviewing the choreography for the millionth time. He gracefully lifted him self of the floor losing his hands, jumped back to his feet, the back on the floor using his hands once again, then finally back to his feet. Yes!

He rolled on the floor and lifted himself up to his toes. Before having to another back flip he got to his hands and slipped on the sweat that fell to from his forehead. Jimin sighed. He sighed, this wasn't even the hardest choreography he had learned.

Jimin was in a slump and he couldn't do anything about it. He felt sick. Like literally sick. He ran to the bathroom and threw up everything, which was pretty much nothing. He looked at his clear vomit in the toilet.

Tears raised to his eyes. He cried. His once clear vision became blurry, everything was a mess. He was covered in sweat, he had tears pouring out of his eyes. He didn't want to dance anymore.

He wanted to quit the only thing he prided himself with. He wanted to quit the only thing he had skill for. He wanted to quit everything and leave everyone.

He sighed. Jimin was he washed his face throwing water everywhere. He dried off with his towel and went back to the video of the dance he was learning. He of course change a bit of it to change make it more his style.

He watched the video. Then the video of him practicing it for the first time when he was still fresh. He set up the camera. He pressed record and started the music playing in the background.

He moved with the music. He focused more on the music then the choreography. He incorporated some of it with the dance he was trying to choreograph. He listened to the music almost every night an when picturing the choreography it was always different then what he was planning.

He felt it. The music he felt it running through his bones. He understood the true meaning behind the words. Moving with his hands with the lyrics and his feet with the beat.

Th music cut off and he stopped right in the middle bowing to the camera before turning it off. He watched the dance. He sighed content. This was the dance he was going to perform to get into college.

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I'm addicted to writing this story but no one's reading it LMAFO. Anyway comment if you have any feed back.