A week later
Jimin was at dance practice and they were currently stretching to get ready to run some numbers. His class had quite a few boys, more of them than the girls.
Today's number was particularly focused towards ballet. They had been dedicating several weeks towards perfecting the bits. The piece involved modern and contemporary dance well mixed into it and Jimin loved it. He wore a skin fitted white shirt, black thighs and some shorts on top of them and together with his black ballet shoes.
He had arrived pretty early so he decided to just start with some basic muscle stretches. Only 6 people were there so they put on some soft music and just went about their business.
Gradually more people showed up and but then chatters filled the room. The dancers greeted each other and help the others stretch.
"Jimin! Wanna stretch together?" A tall boy asks heading towards the silver haired boy.
"Yeah, if you don't mind Mingi."
The two boys stretched for a while. They did some simple splits, some back to back stretches and then practiced some parts of the dance. They were partners for the run they had to do.
Due to the fact that there were more boys in the class some had to support the female roles and that meant being lifted up, spun around and supported as they danced. Jimin played one of those rolls. It was suggested to him by the teacher due to his slim figure. Him and 3 other males agreed to the role. The silver haired boy didn't mind as much. It's just dance! Who cares what role he plays, Jimin enjoyed the art and thrived in it.
He practiced with Mingi for a little while. The boy wasn't awful but he wasn't necessarily brilliant too. He lost his balance twice and almost dropped Jimin.
"Sorry, it won't happen again." He said in embarrassment.
Jimin wipes some of the sweat off of his forehead and takes a slow breath. "I'm not that heavy am I?" He jokes.
"No, no. You don't weigh a thing. I'm just a clutz!"
"Come one let's try it again, we'll get shit on if we don't nail this for madame." Jimin says fearing the wrath their dance teacher.
Mingi nods in agreement sinking his head low. Jimin walks up to him and grabs his partner's hands and secures them at his hips. "Trust me, okay? If you do then you won't drop me and I won't hesitate."
They start the number again and this time achieve it. "YES!" Jimin exclaims in excitement. "See! Told you!" He goes over to the taller boy and high fives him.
"Let's do it once more, alright?" Mingi suggests.
"Oka-"
"Hey, Jimin!" A voice yells cutting the boy off mid sentence.
He looks towards the sound and sees Hoseok walking across the studio to him.
"Hobi?" He asks surprised. "What are you doing here?" He asks the male.
"I've got tea!"
"What!?" Jimin asks, not knowing what the boy was on about.
"You don't mind if I borrow him do you?" He says to Mingi who was just awkwardly standing there. Hoseok pulls Jimin away without even bothering to let Mingi answer. They walk to a corner and Hoseok places his hands onto Jimin's shoulders.
"What? What's with that wierd look on your face? You look dumb!"
Hoseok's face turns into a dramatic fake shocked expression. "How dare you!" He accuses dramatically. "And to think after I came all the way here to tell you I found out about Mr.mop head. The disrespect is truly a disgraceful, such a travesty of grand a-"
