Searching (BTS fanfiction)

Chapter 12

Abigail's P.O.V.
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  I sit against the wall and watch Namjoon warming up. He just suddenly threw open a window and asked where the dance studio was. He must not be used to being cooped up inside for long. He's finally ready to start dancing and turns on the music.

  His sneakers squeak on the shiny, wood floors as he dances beautifully around the room. I watch him move for about 10 minutes and then I get up and join him.

  I dance alongside him and he seems surprised that I can dance. I give him a smug look and continue. 30 minutes later we're both laying on the floor next to eachother, breathing heavily.

"That felt great."

"Yeah. Hahaha. If someone walked in right now and saw us like this and just heard that, they would so get the wrong idea."

"Seriously? You had to bring that up?"

"Sorry. I'm sure you were thinking it too."

"Ughhhhhh. Alright, fine. But where'd you learn to dance like that? That was amazing!"

"Ummm.... My mom.... She used to dance... And...

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*flashback*

"Am I doing it right mom?" I ask as I wiggle my hips back and forth and try to imitate the complicated move that she just did.

"Almost sweetheart. Just position your feet a little farther apart.... Yeah! Like that. Wow! At this rate you'll be a professional dancer in no time."

"What does 'professional dancer' mean?"

"Well... When a professional dancer performs, they can inspire other people to want to dance. They move so beautifully and smoothly. And when they dance, you can tell that they're dancing with their heart, that they truly love what they're doing. You can see the happiness in their eyes."

"Just like you? If that's what it's like, then I want to be a professional dancer, just like you, mommy!"

She had tears welling up in her eyes as she picked me up and spun me around the room.

"I love you Abigail. Don't ever let anybody change you. If you want to be a professional dancer, than you become a professional dancer. Don't let anybody tell you that you can't. Not some guy who you think you love. Not your friends. Not your teachers. Not anybody. If that's what you want, then don't let anyone stop you from reaching your dream."

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"Hey! Abigail."

Namjoon waves his hand in front of my face.

"Hm? Oh yeah. Sorry, I was just thinking about something."

"Do you mind if I ask what?"

"Ummm..."

"Sorry. I shouldn't have asked that."

"It's okay. I'll tell you about it someday."

He stands up and goes over to the door and then looks back over his shoulder.

"Do you want to play pool?"

I grin and jump up to follow him.

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After Namjoon won ping pong we went back to my room and just sat around.

"Hey Abigail."

"Yeah?"

"Remember the day that the flood started? When you let me inside because if the storm?"

"It was like 5 days ago. Of course I remember."

"Mhmm. Well, you said that you would come over to my house to watch a movie but you hardly even knew me. Why did you accept?"

"Well... You had been at my house for more than a couple hours and you hadn't killed me yet. Plus if you did try anything, I know that I could defend myself. That's also why I let you into my house."

"Oh okay. Well since that never happened, I have a movie on my iPad that we can watch. It's just small so it might be hard to share."

"That sounds good!"

Namjoon walks over to the couch and pulls an iPad out of his bag and then returns to my bed.

He climbs on kind of awkwardly and sits beside me. I soon realize that I won't be able to see the movie properly if he doesn't move closer.

"Um.. Namjoon. I can't see the movie, can you move a bit closer?"

"Um, yeah. Okay."

He moves over a little bit, but still leaves a lot of space in between us.

"It's okay Namjoon. I don't bite."

I say as I watch a blush slowly creep up his face.

I take his arm and put it around me as I place my head on his chest.

"There. Now we'll both be able to see it better."