#if i redid it i would just make my mom keep me in ballet and probably also take gymnastics

[amatres]

sure id like to redo my childhood but that'd also mean trying to survive the school system again and i barely got out of that

[stars-that-shine-at-night]

If the Shoe Fits Jimin x Reader  Ballet Au!

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~

“Unnie wake up!!” A shrill voice screamed in your ear. 

“Ah! Who’s in the house?! Don’t worry Sehwa, Unnie will protect you!” You yelled, kicking off your blankets ready to fight. Instead of a home invader you were greeted by your little sister’s giggles. She was standing in her bed laughing at you. Her bed was right next yours, well technically under. Your bed frame was designed to have a pull out bed under it. So every night someone would pull out the bed, and Sehwa would sleep on it. It saved space, and there was no room for Sehwa, so the two of you shared the room. You looked to your right and there was Sehwa, on top of her mattress, her long (h/c) locks were in a mess and her Disney night gown was on her haphazardly. It seems like it shifted around while Sehwa was sleeping. You smiled and grabbed onto your sister, pulling her into your bed. You squeezed her into a tight loving hug, and lied back down on your bed. 

“Nnnnoooo Unnie, let me go.” Sehwa whined, but she was laughing. 

“Nnnnoooo you woke up Unnie, and now you have to pay for it.” You joked, imitating the same tone she made. 

“Unnie get up, you’re going to make me late for school.” Sehwa said as she began to kick around in your arms. You immediately let her go the moment she started kicking. 

“Ugh, that hurt.You’re getting stronger Sehwa, what is Unnie going to do when you’re stronger than her?” You said, sitting up with swipe some of Sehwa’s hair our of her face.

“Come on, let’s go or we’ll miss the bus Unnie.” Sehwa said, pulling your sleep heavy body out of bed. 

“Okay, what shall we wear today?” You said walking over to your closet, and flinging the wooden doors open. One side was yours and the other side was Sehwa’s. Just by looking at the clothes inside you can tell which side was Sehwa’s and which side was yours. Her side was full of pink and purple clothing, with pale pink ballet dresses and slippers, her clothes were also much smaller than yours. 

“I wanna wear pink Unnie!” Sehwa said jumping up and down. 

“Pink again?” You teased her. “Okay, let’s see how your fairy sister will dress you today.” Sehwa would call you her “fairy sister” because you were like a fairy godmother, but her sister to her. You made all of her ballet slippers and dresses, you also promised her that you would make her first pair of pointe shoes, if she was still dancing, and old enough for them. Of course she was elated to hear about her pointe shoes, she wanted to be just like the older dancers she saw. You pulled out pink dress, with a white collar; the collar had beads that outlined the white fabric, it also had a cream colored decoration over her left chest. You also pulled out a pair of shoes and white tights for her to wear, and pale pink head band to keep her hair back. 

“How about this?” You asked showing her the outfit. Sehwa jumped once more. 

“It looks pretty I want to wear it.” Once you got her dressed, you two went down stairs for breakfast. Your mom was making breakfast and you went to go help her. Sometimes you tried your best to help her, if you were up the same time, but some days you were the first one up and out of the house. But today you could finally help her since you finished all the shoes for the Korean National Ballet.

You served up the food your mom made onto the plate, and placed it front of Sehwa to eat, and your dad’s and Jaewook’s plate followed behind shortly. All five of your family’s lunch boxes were lined up on the counter, and you started to pack them. First went in the rice, to the side some noodles, egg, and kimbap were placed in the plastic boxes. You also added in some meat and vegetables into the boxes. You sat down finally with the rest of your family to eat. 

“So who’s going to walk Sehwa to the bus station today?“ Your dad asked. You raised your hand while your mouth was full, signaling that you will do it.

“Unnie will!” Sehwa exclaimed with her mouth full of rice. 

“Yah, don’t talk with your mouthful Sehwa.“ Your mom scolded, reaching over to wipe Sehwa’s mouth.

After breakfast you walked with Sehwa hand in hand to the bus station. While you walked you saw a convenient store. 

“Sehwa, do you want strawberry milk?” You asked, bending down to match Sehwa’s height. Your little sister bounced up and down with excitement, saying ‘yes’. 

You walked into the store, picked up two bottles of the pink milk, and paid for it. You returned the Sehwa with the straw already in the bottles, and handed it to her. Sehwa took a sip of the sweet drink and smiled. 

"Thank you Unnie.“ Sehwa said, as held she your hand, and walked to the bus stop. It was pretty surreal to walk with Sehwa to the bus, you were happy to do it, because your grandmother would walk with you when you were her age. 

You two arrived at the bus stop earlier than bus. You stopped and crouched in front of Sehwa fixing the collar of her dress, and her head band. 

"Make sure you be good today okay?” Sehwa nodded in response. “Don’t curse at the other kids, make sure you share, and remember if there are mean kids….” You trailed off. 

"Make sure to pirouette away from the haters.“ Sehwa said, finishing your sentence. 

"Yeah!” You said, raising your fist to fist bump Sehwa. Her little fist met yours and she did a sloppy pirouette in front of you. After she was done the bus slowly pulled up, and more kids were arriving. 

"Okay, you gotta go now. Remember I love you.“ You said, hugging Sehwa close to you. 

"I love you too Unnie.” Sehwa said before she headed to the bus, waving as she got on. You waved to her until the bus pulled out of your sight. Little did you know Park Jimin lived around the area Sehwa’s bus stop was at. 

“Are you following me (l/n) (y/n)?” You whirled around to see Park Jimin behind you all sweaty in work out gear. He was wearing white compression tights, under a pair black shorts, and a bright red running top, that squeezed his broad, muscular shoulders.  

“If anything it looks like you were following me here, coming up behind me and everything.” You shot back. 

“Well I’m the one that lives around here.” Jimin said, retaliating. Oh, it was so on now. 

“Yeah, like I would follow you with my little sister. I have better things to do. Like taking her to her bus stop.” You said pointing to the bus stop sign, and then you walked away from Jimin before he could fire another comeback. You didn’t really need to be going round and round with him right now, you needed to get to work. 

When you got home, you redid your hair just in case it got messed up while you were running to get back in time. You picked up the bag you carried to work, and plugged your headphones in. You scanned your subway card, and walk to the platform that took you to Etre. You looked up from your phone and noticed the same man who was always on the same platform as you. He got on the same train, and got off the same stop as you, all at the same time. Usually anyone else would think he was stalking you, but that wasn’t true. He did get off at the same stop as Etre, but while you turned to head towards Delladova, he kept on walking down the street. 

You never really observed him to know what he looks like, all you know is that he wore the same black baseball hat. Even if you did look at him for a long time, you didn’t know what he looked like or guess how old he was. He wore that hat lowly on his face, so you couldn’t see his eyes, and the shadow the bill of the hat casted, hid his face some more. Now that you were observing him some more, you can tell he wasn’t too old, definitely not his forty’s or thirty’s, maybe early twenty’s. He was slim, but athletic, he also had his ears pierced. With one small silver hoop in each ear. He was actually quit fashionable, wearing black ripped jeans, with a red and black long sleeved jersey sweatshirt hybrid, and he had a black jacket that was hooked on his arm, with that same hand in his jean pocket. 

You and the man got off of the train, and you walked behind him through the city, to get to your destination. However, while you walking you noticed a black baseball cap flying through the wind and it landed right in front of you. The October winds plucked the hat from off of the man’s head, and carried it right to where you were. You stepped to the side where his hat was and picked it up, dusting whatever debris was on it. While you were looking down at his hat, you saw a red pair of sneakers enter you line of vision. You looked up and came face to face with the stranger. He wasn’t way taller than you, he was only a little bit taller than you, but none the less you two were at comfortable height difference. He had a pleasant face to look at, his jaw was sharp, he had a long face, and a long nose too. While his nose was long, it wasn’t very tall, but what was tall was his cheek bones, his cheek bones were also curved sharply under his skin. He had black silky hair that rested on his forehead, but they didn’t obstruct his vision, and it was flat because he obviously didn’t put any product in it, but it was still neat and brushed.  He also had very full lips, even though his face was resting, he had a slight pout due to his puffy, pink bottom lip. You had to admit, he was very handsome. 

“Excuse me, but thank you for picking up my hat.” He said, his voice was pretty deep, and you could tell it was fully developed because of how smooth it was. 

“Oh yeah, you’re welcome, it was no big deal.” You said fumbling with his hat to where you were holding the bill, and the back closure of the hat was facing him. The man was charmed as you fiddled with his hat. 

“Thank you again.” He said, smiling as he took the hat from you and put it back on his head. “I’m Chae Jaejung, you?” He asked. You were a bit taken back from his boldness and confidence to give you his name. You were mostly expecting that you two were going to go your separate ways now.  

“(l/n) (y/n).” You said introducing yourself. Jaejung smiled again. 

“That’s a nice name. A pretty girl matching her pretty name.” He said winking. Okay, now you were already over him…you two just met and now he was flirting with you. You just rolled your eyes, and started to walk away. 

“Okay, wait wait.” Jaejung called after you while he pulled on your forearm. You turned to give him an annoyed look. “Okay I’m sorry if that made you mad. Again I apologize, that was a stupid thing for me to say.” He said apologizing. You smiled at his apology, most guys didn’t see the faults in their shameless flirting. 

“So what you said was really stupid?”

“Totally.”

“And only stupids would say that?”

“….Yes?”

“So does that mean you are stupid? Because stupid is, what stupid does.” You said. Jaejung looked at you as you wore a smirk. 

“Okay, I gotta admit I really walked into that one.” He said, rubbing the back of his head. “Can I make it up to you?” He asked. 

“Mmm,” you tapped your free finger to your lip, “I think I’ll hold it to you as a favor.” You said. Jaejung let out a sigh relief.

“At least I can do that.” He said. 

“You know what else you can do?” You asked.

“What?”

“Let go of my arm, because I can and will deck you in the face.” You said, and Jaejung let you go. 

“Jeez, who bit you in the butt?” He said putting his hands up in surrender. 

“To be honest a punk ass ballerino did actually.” You answered, and Jaejung erupted into a roar of laughter. 

“Wait you are letting some ballet dancer push you around? Don’t get me wrong, ballet is fucking hard, but you seem like that kind of girl that doesn’t let anyone push her around.” Jaejung said. It was a little weird when he said that, it was like he actually knew what kind of person you were and you just introduced each other today. 

“He’s just a spoiled Siegfried to be honest.” You sneered. Jaejung laughed at your response. He truly thought that you were funny, you held nothing back and didn’t lie. 

“(Y/n) what are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” You turned to see your dad behind you. Crap, were you really talking for that long. 

“Sorry, just go ahead of me. I promise I’l be there soon.” You answered. You turned back to Jaejung. 

“Sorry, but I got to get to work.” 

“Yeah, sure. Can I get your number?” He asked, smiling. “For making it up to you purposes of course.” He added, you returned a smile, and took his phone while you handed him yours. You quickly typed in your number, and returned his phone. 

“By the way I work at that ballet shoe company, Delladova.” You said, pointing to Delladova’s general direction. 

“Alright I see. I’m not far from there actually. If you keep going down to the end of the street Delladova is on, you’ll see a dance studio called ‘Billion Dreams Dance’ and that’s where I work, or dance I guess .” Jaejung said. 

“Wow, you already have a job as a dancer. I mainly see kids who want to get a job as professional dancers. I visit Etre Royale Academy often to help the kids with their shoes. I talk to them more.” You said. 

“So, I’ll catch you around?” Jaejung asked. 

“Definitely.” You said, nodding. 

You eventually caught up to your dad who was still walking. 

“Who was that young man (y/n)?” Your dad asked as you two walked together. 

“He’s just a boy I met today. I don’t know that much about him. He’s a dancer, but not a ballet dancer.” You answered. 

“That’s good. I’m kind of glad that you are meeting other people (y/n). I sometimes worry that you are alone at Delladova. I mean you make shoes with a bunch people who are over ten years older than you. You need to meet people more your age.” 

“Dad, you don’t need to worry about me being lonely. I’m fine.” You whined. 

“So if he’s not a ballet dancer than does that mean he’s into modern dance?” 

“I guess, I don’t really know.” You said. You and your dad were about to go into Delladova when he said. 

“Well, at least you’re meeting boys too, I was getting worried about the family line a bit.” Your dad snickered. Your jaw dropped open. 

“Ddddaaddd.” You moaned. “Don’t say stuff like that.” 

“I actually quite like that boy. He’s not a maker, he might make this family interesting.” 

“Dad! I just met him, we are not getting married!” You yelled as you opened the door to Delladova

You got into Delladova and immediately started working on the orders that were stacked on your work table. Each ballerina wanted at least four pairs of pointe shoes each month and each ballerino wanted four pairs of ballet slippers.

You just finished one pair of pointe shoes when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. There two messages from two different people. 

 Jaejung: Yooo it’s me, Jaejung. Did you maybe want to grab lunch, when do have lunch? 

 +8 82-***-****: (y/n), this is Park Jimin. Chaerin gave me your number, so don’t freak out. I also want you to come at lunch so I can try on my first pair of shoes. If I don’t like them I’ll tell you the changes you need to make.

Sighing, you pulled up each conversation and typed in replies. You also reminded yourself to curse Chaerin for giving Jimin your phone number. 

 (Y/n): Sorry Jaejung…I’ve got an appointment at lunch :\ Maybe we can walk home together I guess, or get dinner whatever you want. Just tell me when you get off. 

(L/n) (y/n): Yeah sure, I’ll come at lunch. Where do you want me to meet you? 

Right after you sent those messages you quickly got replies. 

Jaejung: Dinner sounds fine. How about fried chicken? 

Spoiled Siegfried: Meet me at studio 17.

‘What?!’ You thought. Jimin wanted to meet you in one of the dance studios? You barely knew your way through Etre, you only knew how to get to the shoe room from the entrance and that’s all you needed. 

(Y/n): Fried chicken sounds good to me. I’ll meet you outside Billion Dreams at 9:00. 

You slipped your phone back in your pocket and continued to work on the pointe shoes. You shaped the toe boxes to all of your orders. It was paste, canvas, paste, canvas, and repeat. After you shaped all ten pairs of shoes you started to flip the shoes, exposing the pristine satin. After you flipped the shoe you would place it with it’s match in an orderly fashion, so you wouldn’t mix up the orders. You finally finished the twentieth individual shoe giving one last pull on the wooden pike. You took a deep breath form all of the physical exercise. ‘Shoe making should be an Olympic sport.’ You thought as you bagged the shoes in their plastic bags. Shoe making was extremely hard, most makers were never dancers so they had to learn what a shoe was like just by touching a pointe shoe or making their own after many trials and errors to find their style. Shoe making was an art too, that needed a skilled artist. 

You decided to take a a break from making pointe shoes by sewing more of Jimin’s sippers. You grabbed a thick needle, and your thimble. ‘Man they must love Park Jimin if they let him use leather shoes.’ You thought as you sewed the thick leather together. Leather slippers were more expensive, but they lasted longer than canvas and satin. 

You finished two pairs of shoes by the time it was before lunch time. You picked up the shoes and threw them in the large tote bag you carried shoes in for business, along with your sewing tools. You also decided to take whatever orders that were ready to go to Etre since you were going there today. You walked out of the door of Delladova and walk to Etre. It was about a five minute walk to the school, so it was no big deal. 

Here you were standing in front of the gates of Etre. Last time you were here it was on the day you met Park Jimin. You’ve seen Jimin before when you were younger, but he was onstage, while you sat in the vast darkness that was the audience. You saw him at recitals and performances Chaerin was in. You will admit Jimin is an excellent dancer who is full of talent, he just pisses you off, sometimes…okay, most of the time. 

You walked into Etre, and just like you predicted, you were lost….you had no idea where you were. You could text Chaerin, but it was lunch time, so she was eating. She barely ate enough as is, so you didn’t want to take this time away from her. You wandered around Etre hoping to find your way to studio seventeen, but with no avail. 

"Dandelion what are you doing here?“ You turned to see Jungkook running up to you. 

"It is a pleasure to see you again Mister Jeon.” You said bowing. You had to call all of your dancers ‘Mister’ and ‘Miss’ to keep up with the formality that was between dancer and maker. Jungkook crinkled his nose upon hearing ‘Mr. Jeon’.   

"You don’t need to call me ‘Mister Jeon’. Just call me Jungkook.“ Jungkook said. "So what are you doing here?” Jungkook asked. 

"Mister Park requested a shoe fitting today, and I do not know where studio seventeen is.“ You answered. Jungkook perked up at ‘studio seventeen’. 

"Oh I know where studio seventeen is. Do you want me to show you?” Jungkook asked, smiling. His two front teeth stood out from he rest of his teeth, but it was definitely charming. You had to admit Jungkook was rather good looking for a fifteen year old. He did enter Etre a little bit later than your average first year, but he had this spark. You knew he would make it through the ranks of the ballet world really quickly and be an extraordinary dancer. You returned his smile and nodded your head up and down. 

“Come on then, I’ll lead you there.” He said, and you took off walking side by side with him. Even though he was two years younger than you he was taller than you. Jungkook was very tall for his age, and he won’t stop growing there. His height was very desired in the ballet world, he would be a wonderful pas de deux partner. 

You walked with Jungkook up one floor from the ground level, and he lead you through a long hallway. You could assume that they were the dance studios since by each room it would say ‘Dance Studio…” with a number next to it. You passed one, two, three, until you got all the way to seventeen. 

“Here is the studio.” Jungkok obviously pointed out. You could here a classical melody being played. You instantly recognized the song as ‘Don Quixote’. You peeked into the room to see Jimin practicing the variation for the song, and he was absolutely amazing. His jete grand’s were strong and powerful that carried him away from the ground, and he would land quietly transitioning elegantly into another move. You could see his quads and hamstrings clench and relax under his tight black tights, as he lifted himself off from the ground again. His hand were always high and in the right position. The variation wasn’t very long, so it was over before you knew it. Jimin’s last move was a jump, and he would bring one of his legs up to form a beautiful angle while he spun. He landed in the perfect position where he would be facing his audience. He smoothly landed into a lunge, and threw his hands up in the air, hands positioned elegantly. He was breathing heavily, cheeks flushed pink from all of the blood that was rushing underneath. The song started to play again in what you can guess he had the radio on a loop. He stood up from his final pose and paused the radio as he took a sip from his water bottle. You knocked on the door that was opened. Jimin turned his head to see you standing at the threshold. 

“Can I come in?” You asked politely. Jimin didn’t say anything, but he nodded ‘yes’. You entered into the studio with Jungkook watching your figure entering. 

“Are you just going to stand there or something Mister Jeon? Don’t you have lunch or practice?” Jimin asked in a rude tone. Jungkook’s eyes widened, and he opened his mouth slightly, as if he was going to answer, but words never came out. 

“Well don’t you have at least something better to do?” Jimin sighed with annoyance. Jungkook looked down at his feet, he wasn’t too sure what to say, because Jimin was older and his superior. You, on the other hand, had something to say. You didn’t care about age and rank, you and Jimin were the same age. 

“He probably does have practice, but like the nice person Mister Jeon here is the one who showed me where to find this room, unlike somebody who just assumed I know my way around this massive place.” You spat. You turned to Jungkook. 

“Mister Jeon, I thank you for helping get here. You can leave whenever you want.” You said sweetly. 

“You don’t need to defend him like some little kid. He’s got to learn how to fend for himself.” Jimin argued. 

“Well, that doesn’t mean you belittle him like as if he’s a little kid, you’re claiming he’s not.” You shot back. You and Jimin were going back and forth like a married couple, and Jungkook was a scared little kid. You honestly wanted to get out of this place and not spend another waking minute with Jimin. Already he was making you mad, plus you were hungry. So you just clenched your teeth and let him have the last word. 

“Let’s just do this shoe fitting okay?” You said, walking over to him. You sat down on the wooden floor and pulled out the neatly sewn slippers. You offered the slippers out to him and Jimin crouched to your level to take them from you. He observed the neatly crossed elastic that wasn’t twisted up, and the neat consistent stitches that held the whole shoe together. It was sort of unbelievable that a seventeen year old girl hand made these shoes, there was definitely a noticeable high level of care and craftsmanship that was put into the shoes. Jimin reached out to take the shoes from your hands, and in the process of him grabbing the shoes his fingers brushed the knuckles of your hands. Jimin felt a spark surge through him in those nano moments like something clicked in his rib cage, like cogs of a clock clicking together. He sat down to slip the shoes on after he took off his old ones. He flipped the slippers to see the lone dandelion seed was imprinted into the soft leather sole, that was the definite sign that these were made by your hands. You weren’t too sure how long Jimin had his present slippers, but they were already worn down, the elastic was pretty stretched, and the leather of his soles were rubbing off. 

Jimin did a pas de couru into a grande allegro gracefully and landed quietly. You watched him dance a few more steps, to get use to the shoes. 

“So how are they?” You asked. Jimin looked down and his feet, and raised his right foot on to its toes. 

“They’re okay for the most part, but something is a little off.” He said. 

“Just dance a couple more steps, I’ll watch closely to see if I spot something.”

“And how would you know something is wrong?” Jimin asked harshly. 

“Hey, I don’t tell you how to dance ballet, so you don’t tel me how to preform my art got it?” Jimin just rolled his eyes. He did another pas de coru followed my a series of jete petites. You watched closely as he jumped and noticed what was off. It was the elastic. You made it too tight, the elastic fit Jimin’s foot while resting, but you forgot to put in some wiggle room for when he flexed his feet. 

“I got it, I know what it is.” You said. Jimin stopped dancing and walked towards you. He sat down in front of and started to take off the shoes. 

“Wait!” You hollered and pressed your hands on top of his to stop him from further taking his shoes off. “I need you to keep these on.” You said. 

You pulled out your sewing tools, and roll of black elastic. You shifted your body so you were sitting ninety degrees away from the position Jimin was sitting. You sat where you two basically formed an uppercase T. You pulled your seam ripper and pulled out the seams that held the elastic straps to the leather of the slipper. once the straps were off, you pulled Jimin’s foot into your lap where his heel was resting on top of your thigh. You unwound some elastic from the spool and measured around Jimin’s foot. 

“Now flex.” You ordered, and Jimin obeyed quietly. The elastic quietly creaked from over stretch, and that’s how you knew it was too tight. You pulled a little more elastic off from the spool and remeasure Jimin’s foot. 

“Flex again, please.” And Jiminn flexed his toes. It was finally perfect and when Jimin rested his foot the elastic would still keep his foot in the slipper. You cut the piece of elastic off, and started sewing it on with black thread while the shoe was still on Jimin’s foot. 

"Don’t stab me with that needle.” Jimin said. You looked up him with 'are you serious?’ face. 

“If I really wanted to stab you, I would have already stabbed you…with a knife…in the throat.” You said with boredom and looked back to finish the stitches. Now that you have gotten a feel of the measurements and how long the elastic needed to be, you didn’t need Jimin’s foot as a model now. 

“You can take off your other shoe now. I don’t need your foot anymore.” You said, and Jimin obediently took the shoe off and gave it to you. You ripped off the old elastic and cut off new elastic to sew on. You threaded new thread through your needle and tied the anchor knot. With the anchor knot tied you stuck the needle through the leather and elastic to stitch them together. You pulled the needle in and out of the shoe. Jimin watched you sew his shoe together. 

Since it was quiet and you two weren’t fighting each other at the moment he had time to observe you closely. Your tightly pulled back hair had a shiny reflection in the sun light, and you didn’t have any baby hairs and stray aways they were all pressed to your scalp. He noticed that you always pushed the needle through with the top of your thimble, and actually just now he noticed that you had a Bunheads jelly tip on your sewing hand’s index finger. You would wrap the thread around your jelly tip covered index finger so you can pull the stitch tight without cutting up your finger. Jimin was amused at your creativity and he couldn’t but smile. He thought it was funny how resourceful you were. Jimin was in a position where he kept lowering his head so he could see your concentrated face, sewing. When you were finally done with the last stitch you looked up and met Jimin’s eyes. You’ve never really seen him up close so this was first for you. Every inch of the skin on his face was amazingly smooth, you just wanted to reach out and touch it, but at the same time you can see faint smile wrinkles indented into his skin. That meant he smiles from time to time, he’s not always as cold as he seems. His eyes were actually very big when his face was resting, they were so big it gave him a doe like appearance. Not only were his eyes big, but they were deep. His eyes weren’t black they were a velvety rich brown that could drown you if you stared too deep. 

While you were observing Jimin, he was noticing things about you too. You’re eyes weren’t just one color, they were like a kaleidoscope of browns and greens, but there were flashes of faint blue, as if like there was lightning sticking in the orbs that were your eyes. He took in the curves of your cheeks, the surface of your skin, the sharp point of your cupid’s bow and the corners of your mouth. Your face was a map and Park Jimin was doing his best to remember it. He also noted the plumpness of your lips, they were really big to the point where it gave you a natural pout, they also had a natural color of dusty rose to them. Your cheekbones weren’t the sharpest, but up close he can trace the where the bones were with his eyes. Your staring contest would have gone on longer, but someone interrupted. 

 "Jiminie are you ready for practice?“ A sweet tone said. The moment you and Jimin heard Yoo Miju’s voice you two instantly pulled away from each other. Just like a dessert that was too sweet you wanted to throw up at the girl’s overly sweet tone. You looked the girl up and down, she was incredibly beautiful, tall, thin, pale, and had dark hair as dark as the night sky. You felt a little jealous about how beautiful she was. Jimin stood to his feet quickly and cleared his throat. 

“Yeah, of course.” He said, you stood up also. The girl smiled and offered her hand out to you. 

“I’m Yoo Miju, Jimin’s partner. It’s nice to meet you.” She said sweetly, but you could here the hostility in her facade of sugar. 

“I’m Jimin’s maker. Just call me Dandelion.” You said coolly, and shook her hand. You wanted to not show much of a reaction, so Miju would know she doesn’t affect you. If you acted friendly that means she’s caught you in her lies, but if you were mad then that means she’s also got you, and there was no way you wanted to give her the luxury of knowing she got to you. 

“Would you like to watch me and Jimin rehearse for ‘Sleeping Beauty’? We’re practicing the last dance where Sleeping Beauty is kissed and she finally wakes up.” Miju offered. You knew her game, she was obviously jealous, and she wanted to show off that Jimin was her’s. Miju was actually watching you and Jimin staring at each other from outside the studio. She could see a connection building and she could not have that. 

“Sorry, but I can’t stay…I have other things to do.” You said, you honestly didn’t want to play this “stupid ass” game. Well you at least declared this game as “stupid ass” in you head. The moment you said you didn’t want to watch Jimin felt a dull pain in his stomach, as if you stabbed him in the abdomen with a spoon. He was a little disappointed, but didn’t know why. He quickly dismissed it and looked down at his feet. Miju noticed a small spark in Jimin’s eyes fade, why was he like this? 

‘Whatever that was better not affect our performance.’ Miju thought, as she watched you pick up your stuff and leave the room. 

“Oh yeah, don’t bother seeing my out Jimin. I remember my way, and I don’t trust you to show me how to get out if you couldn’t show m how to get here.” You said bitterly and left. Why were you so petty? You had no idea, you really had no reason. You shook it off and continued to walk out. 

The moment you were out the dance room Miju and Jimin started practicing. In the middle of there was a Giselle lift. Miju would be on one side of the stage, and she would go from a pas de coru, and Jimin would lift her. A Giselle lift was pretty advanced, and if Jimin and Miju could get this lift perfectly, then scouts would definitely be impressed. Miju was on her side of the stage and Jimin was standing the position where he and Miju would meet. While Jimin was waiting for Miju, he looked out of the window that faced the courtyard of Etre, and saw your figure walking. While you were walking Chaerin and Hoseok saw you and ran up to you.

“(Y/n)!” Hoseok screamed as he ran and jumped onto your back. You caught him in a piggy back on your strong back, while stumbling forward. 

“Oh my god, that scared the shit out of me!” You screamed. Hoseok threw his head back in laughter and squeezed you tighter, resting his chin on you shoulder. 

“Hobi don’t jump on her back while she’s not ready. You might hurt her.” Chaerin said, while running up and reprimanded her partner. 

“But (Y/n) can take it, she’s not weak.” Hoseok said, as you walked with him on your back. 

“Hobi, get down.” Chaerin said yanking the boy off you.

“So (y/n) when are we going out for that pizza?” Chaerin asked, putting her arm around your right shoulder. 

“Yeah (y/n) when are you taking us?” Hoseok said, joining in and putting his arm around your left shoulder. 

“Who said you were coming?” Chaerin argued. “It’s supposed to be just me and (y/n).”

“Awww, that’s no fair!” Hobi whined and stamped his feet like a little kid. “(y/n) tell Chaerin that you’re taking the both of us out to pizza.”

“Woah woah, who said pizza was my treat?” You interrupted.

“Well you are the one with the job. We’re still trying to get ours.” Chearin said. 

“Touche…”

Jimin felt annoyed to see Hoseok jump on you and act that close, like how dare you let him do that so easily. He’s never seen you and Hoseok together, so when were you two close? 

“Jimin!” A shrill voice screamed, and Jimin was rushed back into reality and saw the blur of Miju’s body, and next thing he knew they were on the ground. 

“Jimin what’s wrong with you today? It was like you were in another world.” Miju whined in pain. Jimin got up first and offered his hand out to Miju.

“Sorry. I don’t know what just happened. I’ll do better.” Jimin said, as he pulled Miju to her feet. 

“I know it’s hard Jimin, and you’re probably under a lot stress. I am too, let’s work this out together okay?” Miju squeezed Jimin’s hand. Miju would never admit out loud that she loved Jimin, but she did. She first wasn’t when she chose Jimin as her partner, but as she danced with him her heart wavered.