Chaennie Oneshots

Too Different Yet Alike

She twirls until she gets it right.

She moves her hands to convey the right emotion.

Her body is within her control, allowing her to move gracefully.

She stands on tiptoes to elevate her arms until the final rotation is completed.

As the music began to fade from the speaker, she watched herself panting for air in the mirror. Her sweat dripped from her temple to her neck, indicating that she had been dancing for some time and that, despite numerous attempts to repeat the routine, she is still unhappy with her performance.

Why do I keep messing up?

Those words would always ring her mind the minute the music dissipates leaving her and her mind having a silent conversation which is more so of the Jennie Kim criticizing every little detail she does in her dance routine.

She snatched a towel and wiped the sweat from her face before downing a drink to keep herself hydrated. She sat down on the floor, releasing a frustrated sigh and running her fingers across her face, plainly attempting to relax but the stress in her entire body didn't care to let go of the tension.

I'm tired.

She huffed impatiently as she motioned her hands to untie her light and round-toe shoes, then hurled both of them mindlessly, almost hitting someone who was resting her body against the closed door. The visitor knelt down, gently picked up the thrown shoes on the floor, and took cautious steps towards the agitated woman, who was fighting back tears.

Jennie heard footsteps and quickly understood who it was, remembering that after every dance, someone would be eagerly waiting for her. She would've hugged her like she normally does, but she's not in the mood right now as she's still in deep disappointment of herself.

The woman who was a foot away perceived her situation and said nothing more. When she landed her hands on the vulnerable woman's arms, she slowly cradles her, unconcerned with her sweaty form and Jennie allows herself be engulfed in her arms.

The embrace and silence continued for a length of time, until the visitor stood up and began fixing the ballerina's necessities, much to Jennie's protests. She didn't listen and kept filling the bag, and the brunette could only observe her every step, oblivious to the fact that she smiled for the first time all day since entering the practice room.

She felt a surge of blood rush to her cheeks as she noticed she was being watched by the ballerina. She averted her gaze to conceal her shyness. She faced the brunette and handed out the clothes after adjusting the dark beanie on her head and grabbing casual clothes from her bag. When she towered over her, she swore she saw Jennie's eyes sparkle.

It must've been the reflection of the sunlight.

The ballerina snapped out from her trance when she heard a throat clearing. She jumped to her feet and grabbed the clothes before hearing the door click, signifying that the visitor had left to give her privacy.

With a slight chuckle and a shake of her head, she stared over the garments she was given. She felt embarrassed by her earlier behaviour of staring blatantly at the visitor. She should be accustomed to her presence and the fact that whenever she began to drift off, the woman paid attention to her and assisted her in returning to reality. But she's not used to it, and she's baffled and perplexed that one out of a million people is looking after her when no one else is, not even herself.

She quickly pushed her thoughts aside and took one final look in the mirror before twisting the doorknob and meeting her gaze with the woman who was kicking her feet aimlessly in the air. She took in her whole figure wearing cream-colored sweatpants, dark puffer hoodie together with the beanie and a small pout on her lips.