Chinji's POV

"Unnie-ya, I'm going to get home late today. I need to study at the library and finish my clean-up duties."

"Are you sure? I just got done from dance practice with Taemin. I'm close to the school, I can pick you up." I told my baby sister, Eun Ji, who is a freshman in highschool.

"Deh, I'm sure." She said back with a cheerful tone.

"Arasso. Just don't be home too late."

"Neh. Arasso Unnie. Kailkeyo!"

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I was walking down the bright streets of Seoul, still carrying my school backpack. I suddenly craved for peace, since I was already too exposed from the lights. So, I decided to go back to my school. Why? That's because I really loved the practice room  there, where I could just dance and be free from any pressure that people are watching my every move.

I finally reached the main hallway of the performing arts department. It was different from the streets of Seoul. It wasn't bustling with people like scattered ants  about to get stepped on. It wasn't banging loud music through every door. It wasn't spewing out colorful lights everywhere. It was different.... in a good way, that is. However, down the dark and empty hallway was a little yellow light emitting from a door. I walked a bit closer to the door that was ajar and peeked through the tiny gap between the frame and the actual door itself. The inside was dark with one really bright spotlight where the light was coming from. 

*Man! Someone beat me to it!*

In the center of the room, was a boy with a graphic hat and headphones which gave off that hip-hop style feeling. He was standing there looking at himself on the mirror with the spotlight focused on him. Then softly, steadily, he started to speak.... no, he started to rap. He kept his eyes on the mirror but did something I never expected. He began to move his body along with the words he was rapping. His dance was graceful and solemn, but powerful. Every move. Every step that he took was precise and emphasized. He was amazing. Before I knew it, he was done, panting and grasping as much air he could possibly have.

I couldn't help but clap myself. He did it so effortlessly. So perfect and free of flaw. Then it struck me that what I did was a bad idea. I was just supposed to be hiding by the door, not inside the room. Now he probably thinks I'm some sort of psycho stalker of his. I looked at him horrified of what was going to happen next. He took off his head phones and rested it around his neck, then he looked at the mirror, startled, to see who clapping. He finally softened when he saw a girl