[dream]

Roses are the first thing I see when my eyes open. In fact, it's the only thing I see because everywhere else is dark. The roses are being shone by a bright light from a portion above- like a spotlight. I rise to my feet stumbling a bit on the black floors.

Left to right it's dark. The obscurity around me shakes lightly, but captures my attention. When I turn around there's a change of scenery. It's as if the other side of the room separates from the dark side, it turns to a pure white colour. I turn back and the other side is still a terrifying pitch black with the roses.

I notice that I'm standing right in the middle of both these scenery.

The light side of the room is completely empty and softens my heart a little. Care

I feel cared for. Suddenly a white wooden table appears and I smile. My feet seem to be positioned in one spot 'cause they refuse to follow my brains orders in order to move.

Yoona~~

Hoseok. I turn back to the darkness and make out a figure in the dark. Wings. There's a person in the middle of the roses wearing all black, almost like a shadow. The light that illuminated the roses are no more instead it feels like time is frozen.

"Hoseok," I say out. "Is that you?"

Silence.

"I'm your hope~"

I frown either way and try to move before him but then I feel heavy again and black out.

•
The next day

The weather still looks the same as yesterday, the difference is that today it's more windy and the sky is covered by grey clouds. Finally it's Friday! But it's gonna rain.

The driver drops me off, offering me an umbrella but I reject like yesterday. I appreciate that he cares about my well being, it gives me chills when someone is genuine to me. However the feeling differs when I know he's being paid to be nice and take care of me..well the driving part.

As always the school in it's early hours is partly dark with no soul. No one. I quickly run up the stairs heading for my locker before empting my school bag only leaving the books I need for today. Please say Mr Xuimin's class is open, pretty please... I really don't wanna go to the dance studio.

And --

Mr Xuimin's class is locked. That only means one thing. I've been avoiding this feeling but it's just coming out, it seems like this hole situation was just leading me to this. I don't want to think about him.. Well at least Jungkook will be there at the dance studio. I wonder why that's the only class open? I really need a tour of this school, especially finding out which rooms are opened in the morning.

Cautiously I make my way to the dance studio. As I near the hallway of the studio there's faint music coming from that room. Dah, I bet they're dancing. It is the dance studio after all.

I stand in front of the door biting my lip. It was just the day before yesterday that I passed out and now, I'm back here. My hand rests on the handle, I slowly push it down and carefully walk in. The door swings open with no squeaks. My presence is barely noticeable through the music. I step and I'm stunned by what I see, of course he'd be the only one here on this very jinxing day.

Jimin dominates the stage with his dance. Just for the first look it's clear that he puts his all in this dance. I stare in awe and feel completely out of place as I stand here enjoying a sacred masterpiece. I defiantly did not expect this, I thought Jungkook would be here and they would be doing playful dances like before. But this, this is something else. Jimin is literally in the dance, he's part of the dance as in he's not just dancing the dance but he's feeling it and in tune. A masterpiece type dance with his eyes closed. He's like a possessed soul being controlled by the music.

There's something that happens in the next second, he dives down and springs up in the most extraordinary way but as he does that he knocks his blonde hair all to one side and that's when I catch his beautiful smile. He's so self-sufficient and engaged in the music and dance that he's expressions are so pleasing to watch. In a swift move his smile leaves, leaving me bummed.

I watch him through the mirror admiring him and his movements. I wonder what he feels when he dances like that with his eyes closed. His eyes fly open instantly landing on me immediately. However, he doesn't stop dancing though.

Instead he turns around carrying on his dance. My cheeks flutters as he dances with the same zeal and vibe as when he had his eyes closed. I don't catch it but when I do I smile back as he holds a little smile while watching me.

I slowly walk to the piano keeping my gaze on him. His eyes focus on me as he binds through the music. If only I had someone to dance for me like him. The music stops -finally- and he fixes himself giving me a warm grin.

"Hey," I wave shyly with both my hands. In return he does an eye smile while his hand goes through his hair as he walks to me. He stands in front of me with his hands in his pockets and looks at me up and down in a teasing way.

"Hey dizzy," He quietly speaks making sure that I hear him.

I immediately react with a complain. "Yah! I'm not dizzy."

He laughs putting on his pullover.

"Yah? You're the dizziest person I know," He says followed by him fixing his collar.

"How am I the dizziest person you know? You can only make accusations like that when you know me fully, not this early,"

"That's why you're dizzy," he says and leans on the piano.

"I'm dizzy because you don't know me?" Confusion leaking out my voice. "Do you even hear yourself? You're the one that's dizzy,"

"Oh please do I look dizzy to you?" He slowly licks his lips and pulls his fingers through his hair totally proving his point and putting on his charms at an extremely close approximation. I move back and behind the piano sitting on the piano bench.

"Y-es. You look dizzy." I lie.

"I see you're not only dizzy but blind," He leans on the piano facing me. I laugh lightly shaking my head.

"I loved your dance... It was amazing. Absolutely beautiful to watch. I felt like it was a sacred piece you created. You looked so into it," He looks at me now amused.

"Sacred? My dancing?" He asks as if it's about to be a joke. "Explain how?"

"I don't really like dances that much, partly because I'm not gifted in that area, so ideally I do not want h dances. But yours was exceptional, I was drawn to it the moment I stepped in." I nod my head but then realising that he might think I'm trying to flirt with him. "You and Jungkook are exceptional.." I quickly clarify.

I don't think Hoseok has ever danced for me the way Jimin has - not that Jimin danced for me, but compared to Jimin I've never seen anyone dance with their hearts on their sleeve. A dance that makes it seem like you're being controlled by your soul clearing out your senses.

That must be what Jimin felt: soulful.

"Keep going," he urges me, putting his hands in his pocket. He still looks amused. "I wonder if that's true,"

"It is true," I instantly light up. I've always been good at complementing people, so it just flows like a waterfall. "There's such a... power to your dancing that it's difficult to put in words."

His laugh fills the quiet dance room, making me realise that Jimin and I are the only ones in the room. Just us. Only us. If that isn't news, to be alone in a room with a boy, then you aren't me.

"Slow down Dizzy. Too many exaggerations," he says after cooling down from his laugh. "Why would you say that?"

"Because it's true. Your dancing is uniquely magnificent. Something only you can do." I say being really honest.

He smiles and slides sitting next to me in one go, leaving some distance. With no fear he turns to me so that he's eyes are only focused on me.

"It makes me happy that you like my dancing very much," his eyes shine. "It gives some purpose to my life," he says.

That was deep. I look around the room double checking making sure there's nobody, it's safe then... to speak freely with him. To be like this just feels right.

"Jimin," his name rolls off my tongue slowly. The atmosphere around us feels incredibly calm, like we're in our own little world. Just two friends talking. He is my friend right? I mean I did say 'hey' I've now reached that point in the friendship. That's what I've learnt in the friendship with them.

He looks back to the piano nodding his head in acknowledgement to me calling his name.

"Why do you dance?" I ask the question, feeling the need to go deep with him. He looks at me for a moment briefly roaming my face with his eyes, a bit of shock evident.

"To make other people happy.. At least that's what I like to think," He pauses, he looks puzzled looking away. His face looks like he's having a debate in his head. He's hesitant but speaks up anyway. "But the truth is I'm not sure myself. My parents don't like me dancing, they say it's out of 'class' but as long as I stay number 1, honourable boy, in school then they tolerate my dancing." He opens up and for some reason I'm happy that he shared that with me.

"They'll come around eventually. They're your parents after all," I replay as best as I can, but in my head I thought that they shouldn't put an end to something that made him look happy.

He suddenly leans forward and stops halfway. Why am I not stopping him?

"About yesterday," he starts dragging it out slowly. "I was being very inappropriate." He sighs and looks away. "I shouldn't have done-" his eyes enlarge a bit and he motions around with his hands.

"Yeah. It's behind us." I speak up quick enough smiling at him to just make us both cool and forget. "So..." I drag.

"Only dizzy people turn a moment into an awkward moment." He says and stands up walking to the stereo. A moment?

"Can you show me some more?" I ask hopefully. I walk in front of the mirror watching him set up a song.

"Sur-"

"YOONA!!" The door bursts open making me jump. Jimin however smiles at my reaction. The one and only J-hope has entered. "JIMINI!"

"Wow. If he's not being weird then he's being loud." Namjoon says from behind him. He quickly closes the door behind him catching my eye when he turns around with his cute dimples. He waves at me and I return the greeting. He puts his bag on the floor and hurdles next to it. He removes books from his bag and looks up.

"Ayo Small? Let's compare answers. What was your break even point for your circumference?" Namjoon asks.

"Break even point in circumferences?" I ask puzzled.

"Advanced maths." He answers smiling. "Anything is possible there, you get hexagons in triangles and integers as × and so on." He smarty says.

And I thought the maths I did was hard, but that-- that's another level of just pure mathematics.

"Don't worry dizzy, this is for the mad and intelligent," Jimin answers my confusion. This I have to see. I stand behind the two boys on the floor with their books open.

"What the heck? How did you get that?" Disgust spreading over Namjoon's face as he brings out a calculator, pencil, ruler, compass and protector - the whole maths set. Jimin does the sum trying to justify his answer.

"No you were supposed to do it this way," Namjoon shows.

Jimin smirks, "That's wrong." And the arrogance comes in. What I've learned from Jimin is that when your smart you need some sort of ego pazaz to show everyone around you that you're the king of that subject.

I back away from them my brain feeling dizzy. Huh dizzy... Funny.

J-hope stands in the middle of the stage dancing. I walk closer to him jumping in surprise when his arms wrap around me quickly taking me by surprise.

Yoona~

"Hey Hoseok," I smile at him.

"Hey," he pulls away only holding both my hands and looking in my eyes. "There's something I need to tell you," His deep brown eyes change to a darker shade of brown...or black showing me the true Hoseok I see in my dreams.

"What is it?" I ask curiously still in his arms.

"You're in danger," He says quietly. It's weird but I suddenly feel like something walks into me.

Hoseok what's going on? I ask in my head. My irises scan his for answers. He stays quiet and searches my eyes.

"Hoseok?" I bring him closer to me, my fingers collapsing with his hands. "Tell me," He looks me dead in the eyes.

"I can't," He says. "You're not yet ready,"

"Hoseok please tell me," I say.

Suddenly his lips are on mine taking me by surprise, but I quickly recoil myself making the kiss a little more gentle for me. Melting pushes away all the fear in me, instantly wrap my arms around his neck and his arms around my waist bringing me closer.

Before the kiss goes far I pull away with a smile. He looks so hot right now, I just can't.

"Hoseok?" We both part looking at two befuddlement faces. Namjoon glares at Hoseok, Jimin watches me and when I look at him he turns to Hoseok. "Hoseok?" Namjoon speaks again.

"Yes~" J-hope's playful voice comes back with a hint of Hoseok. I notice how Hosoek glares back at Jimin, Jimin glares back irritation radiating off him.

"Are you guys gonna explain what just happened?" Namjoon asks. "Yoona you need to stay away from this crazy-" Hoseok cuts him of.

"She can't," He says firmly looking from me, then Jimin and lastly Namjoon. "Because we're dating," Namjoon and Jimin reenact their looks of befuddlement and gape at us. "What?" Namjoon asks.

I'm taken by surprise as he holds my hand and smiles at me making me automatically smile.

"Yoona is my girlfriend,"

•

"Shut up." Seolhyun drags her words while puffing her lips. "Is this for reals?" She asks turning her head.

I nod my head trying to write, ignoring the butterflies that fly up my stomach. We're in maths class, third period before break. Once Mr Hyland left the class to fetch our assignments, the class broke, everyone loose. I told Seolhyun and Jungkook about J-hope and I. About us suddenly dating.

"That is so adorable." She presses her hands together. "Sunshine has found an Earth to shine on," She smiles cutely. "Tell me the story again. How'd you guys know each other before?" She asks. Again. For the blah blahed time.

"I'll make it short. I won't be saying this story every time," I say already feeling my fingers burn a little just by thinking about him.

"Stop giggling like a proustite," I joke remembering Mr Jae and the giggling girls.

"I can't help it. This news just makes me so bouncy," she slightly bounces on her chair. I smack her arm hiding my blush. "Look at you dating Hoseok. You're defiantly turning heads like Sowon said." She says. I try not to think too much about the last comment.

"Go on, tell us." Jungkook says. From the moment I told them the news Jungkook had been quiet till this moment. He had no expression on his face and he sounded eager yet dead.

"Oh Kookie," Seolhyun says. "Your chances now are pretty slim. Yoona is taken, say goodbye to your crush."

What? Jungkook has a crush on me. I look his way and he looks away mumbling 'it's not true'. My heart flatters a little. This is never a way to find out that somebody has a crush on you. It seems like Seolhyun is really comfortable with me for her to be dropping hints of conversations she's having with her friends.

"Anyway, well... Let's just say I was alone and not happy.. He found me in the dark, crying my life out, literally. So he entered in me and brought me this joy I could've never dreamt off. I feel really safe with him you know." I openly tell them the truth with some twists.

"Ncaww Sunshine," Seolhyun drags, bashing her eyes.

"My sunshine." I say and she freaks on the chair, full of excitement.

"I defiantly ship the both of you," I smile appreciating my first shipper, well second. After Namjoon. At first he was surprised but that soon turned into a grin and pat on the shoulder for Hoseok.

Jimin, however, turned off in his mood and blankly stared at me for a long time till he walked. He gave some excuse about meeting a teacher and disappeared before he and Namjoon could finish their catch-up.

Mr Hyland walks back in handing us worksheets. "I hope you're all ready to work." He says very stiffly handing out worksheets. I look down at my book realising that I hardly finished the other work from the marker board. After handing out the worksheets he sits on his chair as the class works in a peaceful silence.

15 minutes later...

Mr Hyland stands up and stretches before he walks to the class door. He quickly twists the key and I hear a click sound, locking it. We all look at him.

"What's going on?" I ask Seolhyun silently.

"Noo." is all Jungkook's teeth brush together in frustration. Mr Hyland walks back to the front with a huge grin on his face.

"You know guys," he starts peering the class, as if he caught us and had just proved how guilty we are. He laughs and heads back to his seat. "In this class, your break time isn't always guaranteed."

I slack in my chair already knowing what he means. He is gonna keep us in.

"So get comfortable on those chairs. It's gonna be a long break."

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-edited