Hello,  I am a new writer and this is my first work. It might be poorly written but it is what comes purely from stories I hold in my mind. Come along with me on this journey of what I perceive to be love. <3

The Story Starts Here: 

It was the end to another day at work. You were sweating profusely trying to change a last minute choregraphy for a new rookie k-pop group TruBoyz. 

Like Always, You were doing the behind-the-scenes work but Poppy always got the credit in the end. She was one of the best choreographers at one time but now, she relied on her assistant dancers to put in all the work. Tonight, you were the overtime worker behind the desk. 

Again and Again, you play the track over, listening to the rhythm and making choreography adjustments. A member fell sick last minute and so here you were, changing the choreography to fit 4 instead of the 5 original members. This was nothing new, choreography adjustments were always happening but somehow you were stuck with the ones that required last minute changes, the hardest ones... In the dull lighted studio, you saw your reflection in the mirror. your sweat dropping profusely on your black band t-shirt and grey sweats. A look at your watch revealed the time, 4 am. This studio really was taking over your life, it became your new home and your salvation. 

"Please, Can we have a Break YN?" said, Joon, another assistant dancer who was tired and annoyed with the repeated choreography practice. 

Sighing and panting, you realize there hadn't been a break for over 2 hours now. "Sure, let's all gather in 30" you reply. 

The coolness of the ice water hiting your burning face felt like such a blessing. You were feeling cool again, for now. Sitting down, you browse through your emails on your phone. Praying and hoping there would be no more adjusments to make, no more members to replace choreography for, it was hard enough as it was...

New Email: "URGENT" From Poppy M. 

Oh no, another adjustment, another change. You sigh 2 times and take a deep breath in before you open it. You dreaded another change and you weren't sure what to expect. 

"Hey, YN,  I know you and Joon have been working hard with the Boyz choreography but I need you to step back and let Joon handle that job.  I have another assignment for you instead, We at Dance 55 Studios have decided to work with a new group for their comeback, Got7. They are releasing a new concept for their Comeback and are looking to work with us. We need the best of our team to work with them for the one month they will be here for. Listen to the track I have forwarded with this email and plan some things. Have fun and Work Hard!"

This was the last straw, you felt your anger and frustartion down to your tired bones. Scrapping this choreography for TruBoyz meant Joon would receive the credit if he ended up using your parts. It meant all the nights you had put in the last few weeks were all for..nothing. 

But deep down, you knew, the only thing you could do was be angry, you had to get over it, you had to work under Poppy to fulfill your dream of owning your own studio someday.

Sighing, you accept your fate and listen to the track. The first voice you hear on the track, both stings and soothes your ears. This voice was so unique, raspy yet sweet, something you never really heard before. It was almost as he was whispering the lyrics to you, "I wanna fly, ah ah ay, fly ah ah ay, with you, oh eh oh" 

You giggle, you were mesmerized by a voice for the first time, out of all the tracks you had listened to, choreographed for, you knew this one was going to be special. 

Who knew, this voice would soon become a face, you would think about, dream about and cry about...