broken dreams.

Hwang Jihae stood infront of the practice room, sweating hard. Sweat slowly dripped down from her hair.

Jihae panted hard as she placed her hand on her knees. Her head lulled back, she was dehydrated, sweating and tired.

She stood up once again, face determined. She twisted her ankles, performing a full on spin, before jumping backwards.

There was no music in the room, and she was just dancing, trying hard to finish the choreography her teacher told her to do.

Her phone rang once, across the room. 

She abruptly stood up, denying the phone call, angrily punching a text to her worried parents.

"I'm still practicing, don't disturb me." It read out coldly.

She the musi this time, silencing the phone call once again.

She danced, trying to prefect the choregraphy.

Her dancing was perfect, a little bit flawed here and there, of course.

It was the now, and she had to ace it.

spin, kick, hands, jump spin!

She fell on the floor, a little jumbled out. A muffled sob escaped as she lay on her back.

She was tired, dehydrated, and hopeless.

She was never going to make it. She was never going to debut.

And she knew that.

{Ninjanyancat}