One thing I like the most about this house is the many rooms inside it. Unlike any farm house, this is pretty modern and huge. It has various of room such as a movie room where a huge screen and a projector designed almost like a home theater with leather seats and such. There's also a game room where consoles and other forms of games is stored and even a room full of various instruments, including a grand piano, guitars, drums and even a harp.

I found discovered these rooms when I was bored one day and decided to take a brief tour around the house. The rooms are all fun and amazing but one room strucked on to me. It was the room located on the farthest back of the house. It is an empty room with a large mirror covering the whole right side wall, a couple of speakers on the side and a music player— a dance room to be precise.

"Sweet." I found myself grinning, walking towards the system.

I grabbed the connector and inserted it in my phone. I scrolled through a couple of songs that would suit my mood today. I tapped and scrolled a few times before deciding on a song then made my way on the middle of the room. I stretched for a while before finally deciding it's enough and started my routine.

I've always had a passion for dancing and its wierd because none of my parents are much good of a dancer as well as my brother, and I'm not even adopted. For some reasons, dancing could calm me and restore peace in my mind that nobody could ever do. It's like a connection that pushes me to dance with my utmost sincerity. To dance like nobody's watching, like it's the end of the world.

When I heard about Jackson and Youngji, I suddenly felt like dancing. I craved for the feeling, the freedom to express my inner self— the boy underneath all this.

I hated myself when I let myself cry in front of Jungkook. I feel so weak and vulnerable that it sickens me, because Park Jimin doesn't cry— I dance to let my feelings flow, let all the pain go.

I move through the rythm, letting my body speak the unspoken words inside me— the tears that I have been holding and the anger building up inside me as I close my eyes and let my body flow on its own.

The moment I closed my eyes, I felt at ease. I felt peace. I am free— away from all of reality. Now I am not Kwon Jiyong and Park Dara's son, I am not the boy whom his bestfriend have betrayed, I am not Suho's younger brother, not the kid who caused nothing but trouble nor the broken hearted boy,

The moment I danced, I no longer became that kid who scowls and glares at every kid in pre-school, no longer that kid whom everybody hates and despised, no longer that rude and good for nothing troublemaker.

The moment I danced, I stopped being all those things.

because right now, I didn't feel like a son, a brother nor a friend.

right now, I felt me.

Jimin.

I smiled with my eyes still closed, the music coming to it's end as I made my last move. It felt so good as I panted. It felt great to finally release all the stress that have built up inside me these past few days.

This was what I needed, what I craved for. A sweet escape, a short freedom and a temporary feeling of bliss. How I wish I could prolong it though, because I badly needed it in this shitty life of mine.

I was about to lay down on the ground when I heard someone clapped from behind, making me snap my eyes open. My eyes immediately turned into a glare as I gazed at the man standing by the door. "What do you want?" I sneered.

He had his eyes wide and his mouth slightly ajar as he clapped. He took slow strides towards me, amusement written all over his face. "Wow!" He muttered, staring at me. "That was amazing, Jimin-ah!"

"What do you want, Hoseok?" I scowled, raising a brow at him. "What are you doing here anyways?"

"The same reason you're here, Jiminie." He smiled, showing me a peace sign. "...to dance."

"Wait— you dance?" I asked in disbelief. He gave me a sheepish nod before walking towards the sound system, throwing me my phone which I easily caught with one hand, and placed his phone in replace to mine.

"Five years ago, I was a street dancer." He said out of the blue, scrolling through his phone. "I used to battle in the streets enable for me to provide myself food. I didn't have a home nor a family, making life extra hard for me. I was eighteen back then when my parents died, along with my older sister. Since then, I've been living alone in the streets because I couldn't pay for a house of my own—"

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked in confusion.

He just smiled at me, "I did things I never liked. I had stained my bare hands with such colors just to survive the life on the streets. Halmeoni found me on the streets, almost dead from all the cuts and bruises I've received from my rival. Actually, I badly wanted to die in that exact moment. I hated my life back then, blamed myself for the shits that's going on with my life— even cutting myself and almost committing suicide just to end my miseries. But your grandmother, even with such an age, she picked me up and carried me on her back. She could've just let me die there, but she didn't. Instead, she took me home and took care of me, healed my wounds and loved me like I was no stranger." I remained silent and speechless as I stared at him, who now walked closer to where I am, resting his hands on my shoulders.

"I'm telling you this, to tell you how lucky you are to have such an amazing woman as your grandmother." He smiled. "All six of us are homeless boys with different stories to tell, yet she welcomed all of us in her home wholeheartedly. I know you hate it here, Jimin. I know you liked neither of us, you don't even call us hyung, knowing that we're older than you. I'm not saying this to be respected, I'm saying this to let you understand." He paused, giving my shoulders a gentle squeez. "—that you don't have to be scared, because just like what halmeoni did, we'll take good care of you, heal your wounds and love you like you're no stranger." his last words before he gave me a brief pat on the head and went back to the system.

I was about to leave when I heard him call me one last time. I turned around only to see him smirking mysteriously at me. "Oh and by the way, I know who you really are Park Jimin. I know what you did in the dark, but it's aight. I can keep a secret. My lips are sealed." He finished off with a playful wink.

I could only chuckle and smirk back before waving my hand off, indicating I need to go. I was sure I've seen Hoseok somewhere, he looked familiar when I first got here, and right now, I might just have gotten my answer to that.

But still Hoseok's words strucked to my head and played like a broken record. Maybe I should really ease up and atleast give a little respect to the others. I'm always so guarded and alerted that I become so grumpy and rude. Yeah, maybe I should really cut them some slack.

I was so distracted by Hoseok's words that I didn't see the boy walking in front of me, causing me to bump him. He was about to fall down when my hand reached for his shirt in reflex, the same time he gripped on my sweaty shoulders for support.

I could feel blood rise up to my cheeks at the small space left between our faces. He was so close that even a small move would result my lips against his. The thought sent a wierd flutter on the pit of my stomach, feeling my insides churn in a way I could never seem to fathom.

His brows knitted together in confusion, the same time his hand slowly reached up to rest on my cheek, as if trying to know or rather feel me. The gesture didn't go ignored by my system, it sent shivers down my spine and a certain heat igniting all over my being.

I didn't know why but the moment I stared in his eyes, I couldn't make myself look away no matter how hard I try. It's like there's something in his eyes that made me forgot about the words Hoseok have just told me earlier, the same words that kept running on my mind before all this— now it was long forgotten.

I don't know why, I don't know how, it just did.

I didn't know our face was inching closer and closer when I felt his hot breath fanning my face, making me look away from his eyes and now into his lips. I was about to move closer when I heard that familiar deep voice echoing from the halls.

"Hobie hyung?" He called, making me snap out of my trance and gently push him away. "Oh Jimin, Jungkook. Have you seen Hobi hyung?" Taehyung asked. I could only shake my head in response, my breath hitching as I looked the other way. He frowned at my reaction but shrugged it off anyway, his boxy smile in display before he went on with his quest to search the older.

"G-good night...hyung.." He bowed before turning his back on me and walked away, a bit faster than he usually would while I stood there, thinking how the fuck could Jungkook make me feel those crazy wierd things, all at the same time without even fucking doing anything?

seriously jungkook, what the fuck are you doing to me?