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DREAMS

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In five in the morning Naomi had long ago gotten away from her cocoon of feathers and her warm sheets and was already munching quickly a cupcake as an early breakfast. Leaned against the kitchen counter and sipping coffee from her favorite mug, she was waiting for the beginning of the day. It wasn't unusual for her to be awake in the early hours of the day. She liked to start the day earlier and practice one or two hours before classes start.

Two years ago, when she had gotten a key and permission from the principal to enter the school grounds even before the genitors, she was beyond happy. In her opinion, the best way to start a day is with dancing.

Music and practice in a combination for her were like a life charger. There was nothing bigger in her life than her love for dancing. No one shared the same dream like her with such passion and commitment.

Well no one, except maybe one person.

The only one who would be crazy enough to come on school to dance in six in the morning other than her was no other than Park Jimin.

Passing through the hallway that connected the dance studios, Naomi's legs brought her to the open door of one of them. Adagio sounds were breaking the silence of the hallways luring Naomi towards their source. It was still pretty early in the morning for students to be dancing, but Naomi knew someone who would be in school even before her.

Through the opened door of the classroom, she was able to see his moving figure. He danced as if he was walking on thin ice, as if his body was attached on invisible strings that moved only on the song's command. His eyes were closed as if he was letting himself be consumed by the music, to lead him into a different world.

Naomi was mesmerized by him. His body seemed to know the steps beforehand. His every move was like calculated to fit perfectly with every note that followed. He danced like he was born on that wooden floor of the studio, like he was meant to be there and nowhere else. Even his expression showed the feeling he tried to catch with the song.

Just when it was time for the culmination, he opened his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. He didn't seem surprised seeing her there nor did he stop with the dance until the very last note was played from the speakers. It was like he was casting a spell over her with his moves and everything was just perfect ... until the magic stopped and Jimin spoke.

"You can't seem to take your eyes of me, Naomi. Like what you see?"

He mocked her with teasing tone when the song finished and the music was replaced with his voice. He didn't turn towards her, still looking at her through the mirror, while panting heavily. With his sweat shining under the lights of the studio, and with his white shirt like glued around his fit torso, Naomi suddenly felt her throat drying. Noticing that and adding a fuel to the fire, he slowly moved his lower lip between his teeth.

"As if..."

Naomi tried to find her words. She searched in her mind for some good comeback, but it was like her brain had just lost its cool because of his dance. It was not like this was the first time she had seen him dance, but it was the first she did it alone. And maybe that was the reason why he affected her the way he did.

Having nothing else left in her 'book of good comebacks', she just turned hundred and eighty and was ready to walk down the hallway to her dance studio. But she stopped in midway when Jimin's words came from behind her, really close behind her.

She turned again to find herself face in face with the devil himself. Jimin had moved with bolting speeds and now was standing in front of her, with a distance from her in less than three inches.

"You can always join me if you like. I can teach you some moves, Jones."

He said with lower tone bringing up an unusually sexy baritone, she didn't know he owned. His hot breath fanned her face, filling her nostrils with a faint smell of his morning coffee and huge amount of manly musk.

His eyes were piercing in hers as if he was challenging her to react from their closeness or at least to move away.

At his surprise not only that she didn't move away, but she even got closer to him. Crossing the little space between them, she stopped just when her breasts were about to touch his chest. Leaning her head towards his left cheek, she intentionally brushed with her lip over it, moving closer to his lips.

"You just keep dreaming on, Park."

With that said she moved away rushing down the hallway towards her dance studio. She exhaled heavily because she was able to escape before doing something crazy. Her mind was going into sinful places and she was barely able to block her lunatic thoughts from coming to surface.

Along the way, Jimin's words followed her. From the changed tone in his voice and deep breaths she was able to sense the affect she cause on him, but he still unsuccessfully tried to mask it with a teasing comment.

"You know what they say about dreams darling, the harder you wish - the sooner they will come true."