"And 1, 2, 1, 2, yes, dance to the beat." Jimin's voice carried over the lively studio as he encouraged his students.
His movements were fluid, a testament to years of practice and passion. Around him, a group of eager students mirrored his steps, absorbed in the rhythm of the music. "Great job today, everyone! See you next Friday," Jimin announced with a warm smile as the music faded out. The students exchanged farewells and began to disperse, their laughter and chatter filling the air.
"Bye, Jim," Sera waved enthusiastically before heading towards the exit. Jimin wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling a sense of fulfillment as he watched his students improve week by week. Teaching dance wasn't just a job; it was his way of sharing his love for movement and expression with others.
After the last student left, Jimin took a moment to tidy up the studio. The familiar routine helped him unwind. Once everything was in order, he locked up and made his way back to his apartment, thoughts already drifting to the evening ahead. Back in his apartment, Jimin freshened up quickly, letting the warm water wash away the residue of the day. Dressed in casual attire, he decided to visit his favorite coffee shop a few blocks away.
As he walked down the bustling street, he nodded to familiar faces and exchanged brief pleasantries. At the coffee shop, the aroma of freshly ground beans greeted him warmly. Jimin ordered his usual and found a quiet corner to sit, pulling out his notebook. He scribbled down ideas for upcoming lessons, occasionally glancing out the window at the busy cityscape beyond.
"Hey, Jimin, how's it going?" a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. Jimin looked up to see Sarah, a regular at the coffee shop and a fellow dance enthusiast. "Hey, Sarah! I just finished teaching," Jimin replied with a smile, glad for the company. They chatted for a while about dance classes and upcoming events, enjoying the comforting ambiance of the cafe.
Later that evening, back in his apartment, Jimin prepared a simple dinner—stir-fried vegetables and rice. The aroma filled the air as he cooked, a comforting routine that grounded him after a long day. He ate quietly, savoring each bite and letting his mind wander. As the city outside hummed with life, Jimin cleaned up the dishes and went to sleep.
"And you—" the elder roared, his voice echoing through the grand hall. "You think you can simply fly away after what your moves have caused! Cut his wings!"
"No, no, I will repay," Jimin pleaded desperately, his wings trembling as he knelt before the council. The repercussions of his actions weighed heavily upon him, threatening to sever his ties to the place he called home.
Jimin woke up gasping for air, the echo of the elder's voice still haunting him. He sat up in bed, heart racing from the intensity of the dream. The images slowly faded, leaving behind a deep unease that lingered in the quiet of his room.
Just as he began to gather his thoughts, his phone rang, breaking the silence with its insistent melody. With trembling hands, Jimin picked it up and answered. "It's time," a voice said from the other end, the words sending a chill down Jimin's spine.
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