Orange Juice - Melanie Martinez
Jimin was not happy.
He's never happy actually.
Not going to ballet practice, not skating, not even when he goes out for a drive. Not when he hangs out with Taemin or Jihyo, and not when he even bandages his feet for his pointe shoes because he knows he's about to dance.
Being here, in this dressing room back stage of this unfamiliar ice rink; Where the hype is at it's max with multiple skaters moving all over the place - Jimin was still not happy.
He's composed.
Mentally and emotionally composed, just as he's been trained to do.
Even as Jihyo, who's doing his make up, tries to bubble up in conversations to ease him up he still didn't react back to her. His only focuses on his reflection, mentally telling himself words to maintain himself in this monotone type of mindset as a routine and nothing more than that.
His ears are even stuffed with headphones, listening to the song he's meant to perform over and over again, every beat and rhythm engraved in his head. The more he listens, the more he visualizes the moves, the more he'll follow the music and not just timing the steps.
Just a strategy he's learned over time.
Not only has he been using this as a meditating practice, but the headphones has been useful to block out the noises in this small dressing room between Jeongguk and a few of his teammates in here. Taehyung is here, doing Jeongguk's make up with his own face and attire ready for his performance - but preferred using his wait time to help them prepare.
Minho is obviously here too, with this new face of a guy tagging along with snow white hair. He's been the one actively conversing with Jeongguk really, smiling cutely whenever he sees the ravenette smile widely and would pinch his cheeks from time to time.
If Jimin wasn't so focused on himself, he would say the man is fairly attractive.
Jackson is here too, talking to instructor Taemin and coach Hoseok about the ballet dancer and speed skater. Jimin didn't really care about putting much thought into their conversation, only focused on his styled brunette hair brushed back with twirls of curls. The attire theme is green and gold, which means new beginnings and success - Or from what Jacksons has stated.
He wanted this to be a significant performance, to leave a message to the world.
That was the only thing Jimin needed to know to get into the zone, now eying the sparkling long sleeved olive green shirt, followed by gold designs that looks as though it's melting to the shirt but definitely adding it's interesting effect.
The blush that Jihyo was brushing against his cheeks suddenly disappears, letting Jimin analyze his make up well. It's strong, enhancing his majestic features but not going over board to make him look too caked up; just the perfect style to still make him look natural.
He twitches a smile and removes an ear bud, glancing at Jihyo from the mirror, "I guess you have taste for make up."
Jihyo rolls her eyes with an affectionate smile, fixing up his hair a little more, "Try not to push yourself too hard out there, yeah? I know how you get when you are in competitive mode."
She does know him well, after all she's experienced a few times when Jimin would explode in his episode after a performance. Jimin becomes more eager for a perfect performance, anxious for his partner on not fucking up, the crowd being awe struck by what he shows out there - all tangled together in a piling up of intense emotions.

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