CHAP.  I

When Jongin was six, he clearly remember that used to spend almost all his time in the playground along with his other friends. He’d come back home around five or so, well – if his mother was around to make him go with her of course. If not, he would be spending his time in Junhong’s to read some manga, or playing video game.

Otherwise, he would watch some of the older kids in the neighborhood performing some kind of dance in excitement.

For Jongin himself, it was kind of fun and exciting to see them doing some hard moves, practicing together to move in sycronize. But he never got a chance to talk to them, he only watch them from a far and clapping loudly from the day to day – he’d became attached to the them.

One day when he was seven, he’d come to her mother by saying "Eomma! I want to be a dancer when i’m older!" earning a laugh from her mother. “Why so sudden, son? You get bored of things easily, i can’t assure you’ll like it to practice all the time. Remember the last time you begged for the video game you wanted? I never seen you played it again, Jongin.”

“Mom!”