Origami • GOT7 Jinyoung

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I stared at the school courtyard through the window of the classroom, wishing I was anywhere but here. I counted the number of couples strolling around and wondered if they ever took this class.

Don't get me wrong, I love the course I applied in but I still don't see why I had to take this class on love and marriage to become a choreographer. I mean, come on, didn't this come naturally to people, or don't we learn these things from movies and songs? Besides, I wasn't rushing to get into a relationship because I wanted to focus on becoming a famous choreographer first so it's not like I'm going to be needing this any time soon.

Bored and annoyed that I'm still at school when I could be home watching movies, I fished out my phone from my pocket. I struggled a little to get it, leaning over a bit to the side as my jeans were tight. I scanned through the games in my phone and eagerly clicked one that caught my interest.

The game was still loading when a message came in. It was from my best friend. I smiled a bit, seeing her nickname along with her wacky picture displayed on my phone.

From: Hyemi-boo
Yah. Eodi-ya?! I thought we were going to the dance class together?!

Oh my God. I forgot about this afternoon! I'm so dead. I quickly replied to her text while mentally banging my head against a wall for forgetting that we were supposed to attend this special dance class open only to students from my major.

To: Hyemi-boo
Shit, sorry I forgot! I'm stuck in this class right now but I'll find a way to get out of it. Mianhae! Go ahead, ok? I'll quickly follow! Don't miss it because of me, Hyemi-ah. Jeongmal mianhae!

From: Hyemi-boo
Yah, you better come quick, Kang Mi Jin, you ditcher!!! You're so going to die when I see you!!!

Still mentally cursing myself for forgetting about this important once-in-a-lifetime chance to learn a dance from no other than JYP, I immediately raised my hand, catching the attention of the teacher.

"Saem, my stomach hurts," I said, putting on a show of pressing my stomach and wincing, "may I be excused?"

"Nae, just go and stop disturbing us. You didn't have to tell the whole class about it." The teacher frowned, shooting a glare at me above the red rims of her glasses. "We'll be having a project, though. I'll ask someone to update you about it, arasseo?"

I quickly packed up my things - not that there was a lot, anyway, since I only brought a duffel bag everyday for spare clothes to change into after dance classes. I did a bow when the teacher glanced my way, continuously acting as if I was hurrying because my stomach hurt.

Once I was out of the room, I quickly called HyeMi and ran as fast as I could towards the direction of the Performing Arts College.

"Ugh, why'd this class have to be in the farthest corner of campus?!," I muttered angrily under my breath but kept running at a fast and steady pace.

Hyemi picked up on the fourth ring, not giving me a chance to explain before she exploded.

"YAH, KANG MI JIN! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE RIGHT NOW OR I'LL BITE YOUR HEAD OFF, YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

"Hy-" I didn't get the chance to finish what I said because she put down the phone after her loud outburst. I sighed, knowing that I'd soon be her slave again for a month just so she'd forgive me.

After a few minutes, I was already out of breath, rushing up the stairs leading to the practice rooms. Heading straight to room 306, I fixed my hair and clothes before cautiously entering, already prepared for a ninety-degree bow and an apology for being late.

"Oh, there we go, now we're complete, yes?," said JYP in a sweet, sing-song voice, "well, come on in. You're late enough as it is, so you might as well do an extra 50 jumping jacks with your warm-up while I explain what we're going to do, alright?"

Confused by the harsh punishment given  in a sing-song voice, I put down my bag, quickly changed in the corner dressing room, and did my warm-ups. Plus the fifty jumping-jacks. The class went by pretty fast, with JYP instructing us to imitate and 'put our own colors' to some of the weirdest but catchiest moves I've ever danced. It was truly a one-of-a-kind experience - learning simple head bops and hip thrusts after the complicated dance moves we learned in school. He was also definitely a bit weird, but the charisma flowed off of him in waves and I admired him for that.

I had just finished changing and was sitting outside the practice room, waiting for Hyemi to finish changing too. I was deep in thought about how to apologize to Hyemi when I heard a soft, deep voice compliment me.

"I didn't know upset stomachs made you dance better, Kang MiJin-ssi."

I looked up and saw a vaguely familiar face smiling down at me, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"Ah," the tall guy with the plump lips and jet-black hair touched his forehead, as if he forgot something, "where are my manners? My name is Park JinYoung."

He held out his hand for me to shake but I just stared at it and smirked, "Are you playing games with me right now?"

"Sorry? What?," The guy who introduced himself scratched his head and looked confused.

"JinYoung-ah?," I said as my smirk grew bigger, "you know, if you're trying to pick up girls, you came to the wrong person. And using JYP's name to flirt? You've got issues, my friend."

I stood up and stepped to the guy's side, shaking my head as I patted his shoulder with one hand. He just stared at my hand resting on his shoulder and frowned.

"It's Park Jin Young-SSI, miss. And if you don't believe me, you might want to pay more attention in class. I'm your classmate in the class you ditched earlier, Kang MiJin-ssi. I was sent by Mrs. Jeong to update you about the project since we're partners for it."

"Oh.," Embarassed that I assumed he was flirting, my ears turned bright red and my hand fell limply from his shoulder.

"MIJIN-AH!" I heard a shout and we both turned to look at Hyemi, who was stomping towards me angrily, "You come here, right now! Don't think that you're getting away for making me wait that long for you!"

Deciding that my life was more important right now than trying to apologize to the guy beside me, I quickly got my duffel bag from the floor and slung it over my shoulder. I guess I was quick to change my mind about apologizing to her tonight. Who wouldn't when you see your best friend fuming, threatening to kill you? Right?

Without saying goodbye or looking back, I hurriedly run away from my impending doom and the embarassment that I didn't expect to be haunting me in the next few weeks. And years.

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Annyeonghaseyo! This is my first ever fan fiction! :) Thank you in advance for reading it, and I do hope you vote and comment! :DD

Please take care of me well! ♡♡

P.S. Yugyeom is my man, not Junior, but he fit the story I thought of well, so here you go! :D