Same Difference (BTS)

Hazel stood awkwardly with the boys, listening to the music and trying to formulate an idea of what song was playing, which part of the dance it was at and if she should even do the dance. Jungkook stood not too far away, eyes glued on her, waiting. It made her even more uncomfortable that she knew he knew about her YouTube channel and her dance covers. "Come on Hazel!" Jimin called, smiling. "You have to be able to dance."

"After all," J-Hope continued. "Your identical twin is our dance instructor. You have to know just a little bit." He teased, grabbing her hand and tugging her closer into the group.

Embarrassed, Hazel did the bare minimum dance of the song. Both boys shouted encouragement, telling her she was a great dancer, before she offered a sheepish smile and moved to sit back down. She was never shy dancing in front of people. But for some reason, now, she just couldn't feel anything other than shy.

Jungkook immediately started towards her. "Why won't you dance?" He asked quietly.

She sighed. "It's embarrassing." She answered quietly.

"Why is it embarrassing? You're so good at it." He said, smiling at her. "I mean, even in your videos-"

"So you did look them up." She said with another sigh.

He nodded his head. "I figured they really had you confused with your sister. But they didn't." He said, knotting his hands awkwardly in his lap. "You're really an incredible dancer. Why don't you do more with it?"

"I'm an artist." She said simply.

"But do you like doing art as much as you like dancing?" He asked.

Hazel wasn't sure she wanted to answer that question. "Jungkook! Get into costume!" Soo Ah shouted, saving Hazel the trouble of explaining herself. He sighed and stood, telling her they would talk later if she wanted to, and then walked off to change. Hazel sighed a breath of relief.

Lena opened the door to the hotel room and stepped inside, greeted by the cold air conditioning and the sound of snoring. She tiptoed towards Wulfric and Ahren's shared suite room and opened the door slowly. Even from where she stood, she could see Wulfric's face. His mouth was gaping opened and he was passed out. Wulfric snored more often than not when he was overly exhausted. Lena wasn't surprised. She turned and hurried into her room, packing a bag of clothes and then walking back into Wulfric's suite. She reached out and shook his shoulders. "Wulf," She muttered. He didn't move. "Wulf!"

"What?" He asked, yawning and rolling away from Lena.

She sighed. "Wulf, I'm moving out."

He shot up. "I'm sorry, I must have been dreaming. What did you say?" He asked seriously.

She nodded her head. "I'm moving into an apartment on the other side of town. Actually out of town. Maybe a little farther away?" She shrugged her shoulders awkwardly.

"When did this happen?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

"This afternoon. I'm moving into the apartment building my sister lives in. My grandparents will pay the hotel bill until you guys leave for Germany-"

"We're not going back to Germany." Wulfric narrowed his eyes at her. "We said we were going to live here, remember?"

She nodded. "I wasn't sure if maybe you'd change your mind when I decided to move out. But I can't stand to be around Ren anymore. I mean, it's not like it's all his fault or anything. We just both... kind of push each other too far."