Promise Flower

Phoenix

Thanks to Namjoon being an amazing reporter and writer, his story about Jimin got picked up by a few local publications, which gave Jimin a big boost in fan base. With that and the great feedback he's received, he's been feeling more empowered and confident in himself.

He's still hard on himself though. He felt the dance he was working on needed some changes so he spent the entire weekend revamping his routine. He let me know he would be working on it in the practice studio on Wednesday if I wanted to come by for more pictures.

I love that's he's gotten much more comfortable when I'm around. He was a bit embarrassed and a little stiff at first, but he's finally loosened up and it shows in the photos. He used to shy away from looking at the photos of himself but now he gets excited to see what I captured. He claimed that I just take really good pictures, but I don't really have to do much when he looks as amazing as he does, whether he's dancing or just standing there.

Wednesday after class I head over to the dance studio where he's already begun practicing. I can tell that he's made changes to his routine. It actually looks like an entirely new routine, but what do I know.

"Hey," I say pulling out my camera. "Did you change the entire routine?"

"Not the entire thing," he says taking a sip of water. "Just...a lot of it."

"Park Jimin," I laugh. "Never satisfied."

"Is that a problem?" He jokes sassily.

"Of course it's not, your highness." We both look at each other and laugh. I love teasing him this way. It makes him cringe a bit but then he'll either play along or bless me with his contagious laughter.

He steps back out on the floor and begins practicing his routine some more. I position myself in the front corner of the room and begin snapping away.

Something about getting action shots always excites me. When I catch him doing a quick spin, or graceful leap it always comes out so perfectly. He looks like he's flying being carried by invisible wings.

I try catching every movement he makes as he slides across the floor. My camera lens follows every jump as he flies up and comes down to make his landing.

And something pops.

And he's on the ground.

"Arrgghhh!!"

"Oh my God!" I yell putting my camera down and running over to Jimin in a heap on the floor. "Are you ok??"

"I don't know I don't know," he says clutching his knee in pain. "Something popped and it hurts so bad." That can't be good.

"Let me call an ambulance." I grab my phone out of my pocket and make the call while trying to keep a soothing hand on Jimin's arm.

He's in tears and the amount of pain he's in is written all over his face. I try my best to keep him calm by giving him water and rubbing his shoulder, reminding him to breathe until the paramedics arrive.

I grab his bag and make sure I don't leave anything behind and follow him out as he's taken away on a stretcher. It's a scary sight and I can't imagine what may be going through his head as all eyes are on him while he's loaded into the ambulance.

I feel like I'm waiting in the emergency room for hours for someone to come tell me how he is. In reality it's only been 30 minutes, but it seems like it's been an eternity.

I sent Hoseok a text when I arrived at the hospital letting him know what happened. He's usually good about responding but he hasn't yet so I assume he's out practicing his own routine. I just hope he checks his phone soon.