Another day of practice, another wave of exhaustion and pain. The precision to land everything right. To execute every move and sway to absolute perfection. To shake the tiredness from his brow and muscles and keep at it. It was restless, a nuisances and depriving but Jimin loved it. This was his passion, something he loved spending his time on.
They were currently running through an extremely critical part of the routine. It called for lots focus but at that moment that was all Jimin couldn't do... focus. This part included the partners lifting their companion into the air and then performing their individual short solos.
The trick wasn't that hard in Jimin's point of view, he'd practiced it prior a bit. Everything would've been well if Jimin's mind was not acting up. It had something to do with the pair of hands around his waist, under his arms and over his back.
Mingi! Ever since the night at the wedding party, he's been thinking about their kiss. Yes, it was two days ago but still, Jimin couldn't help think about other things, when the next kiss would come? Should he prepare? How would he even know to do so if he doesn't know when or if it'll come?
Other questions raced through his mind as well, whether they were an official couple now or what? It was all left in the air and Jimin had no peace with it. It hovered and was transparent but at the same time you know it was there. The lack of concentration makes him not hear Madame Marie clap her hands loudly and signify the end of the days practice.
"Bon, bon, (good, good) everybody, good work. Keep practising when you are at home s'il vows plait (please). The show is close."
He sighs out a tired breath and finally allows himself to breathe wholeheartedly. As he goes for the locker rooms, he's called over by the woman herself. Mingi sends him a fake scared face and Jimin smiles at his tease.
"May I have a word." The sentence was presumably suppose to be a question, however it came out as a statement and her, saying it and turning on her heal directly afterwards leaves no room for questions.
They walk to the side office where Madame Marie's office was. She sits in her chair behind the desk and motions for Jimin to take a seat.
The office is a reflection of the woman's personality in a way. It's clean, everything has a place and everything is labelled and organised. The wallpaper is white wood prints, and so is the floor. Her colour scheme ranged from white, salmon and dark blue.
The woman sets her hands in front of her on the desk and folds them together, readying herself to speak.
"Jimin." She states. "Today's practice was not your best, nor was it anywhere near perfect." She brushes her fingers lightly over her cheek, chasing away an itch, then sets her them back onto the others.
"I've spoken to you before, have I not?" She asks.
Oh yes, Jimin remembers her words well. Granted she has pulled Jimin aside numerous times to talk about his performances. To lecture him about what he was doing wrong and what he should focus more on.
"Yes." Jimin replies meekly.
"Then why have I not seen any improvements?" Jimin bows his head at that. He thought he had done somewhat better.
"You're still not the required weight, that is why you don't bend as much, why you don't jump as high, they're sloppy and paresseux (lazy). The extra layer of fat makes you just that; fat. What do you think the honoured guests from the several intuitions of arts who will be coming to watch the show will say? They will not even glance your way."
"But-"
She holds a hand up and proceeds "Opportunities to shine and impress the people who are responsible for you future are not to be taken lightly Jimin.." She huffs out a sigh.
"Have you been dieting like I advised you to?"
"Yes, yes I have. I cut back on dairy and carbs-" the platinum head explains.
"It is not enough! You need to take this sérieument!(serioulsy) Do you not want to excel?"
"Yes, yes I do. Of course I do." At this point, water was threading behind Jimin's eyes.
"Then do as I say. I'm doing what is best for you. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, I do Madame."
"D'accord(okay), you may leave now."
The silver haired stands up and takes his leave. No more is said from the teacher and he accepts that.
His mood deflates significantly. He's been trying hard... and his efforts have not been making a difference.
As he makes his way out the practise room's locker, he spots both Taehyung and Mingi waiting for him.
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