jeon hoseok.

There's only one open window in the dance hall, letting in a winter chill, but it doesn't help the stuffiness. Hoseok dances to Kendrick Lamar for the umpteenth time, staring in the mirror. "No technique... I'm late at the turn... The ticking is in the wrong place... I skid on the floor... I don't make it to the figure eight... Do I even know how to dance?!" Thoughts race through his head as Hoseok rips off the sneakers he took off the guy on the parallel a couple of weeks ago. Not because he wanted to. The guys were watching. And in their neighborhood, that's the norm. Hoseok doesn't like it, but he didn't want to embarrass himself. His mother might have questions about where he got his new sneakers, so Hoseok quickly found a use for them. Hoseok isn't just a kid from the neighborhood; it's just the crowd. He's into hip-hop and music. Someone once said that this was a faggot thing, but Hoseok was highly respected, so he quickly disappeared from the area radar.
Hoseok gets angry again and again until a disgruntled receptionist pops into the gym and says they're closing. Hoseok swears quietly, grabs his bag from the floor, grabs his cracked phone, and heads to the locker room. The sole of his sneakers is torn and now he looks like he's asking for porridge. No way. Hoseok won't ruin his sneakers because his mom doesn't make much money and he doesn't want to bother her, and his sneakers are the only ones he wears around town. The walk home was long because Hoseok didn't want to stand and wait for the trolley, so he stuffed his headphones (which were leaking Kendrick) into his ears and hobbled home.
The next day, standing in the school hallway with his friends, Hoseok quietly flipped through cheap shoe options on his phone. The hallway was filled with the buzz of the many classes being led into the assembly hall. They said there was an event. Then, a friend pulled Hoseok out of his thoughts. "Hey, Kendrick!" The short-haired guy sniffed and grinned. "You dare steal that lady's sneakers? Just for fun." Hoseok turned to look at the corner of the hall.

Kendrick Lamar. Hip-hop. Music. Baggy clothes. Headphones. Cap and sweater. Brown eyes. Shaggy, not always manageable hair. Height: 179.