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Chapter 2

It was now 8:00am and a few people that where in my dance group started showing up. I seen jungkook running the track on the second floor. He was so graceful as he ran. He glanced down to the floor I was on. He looked at me for a second before a quick smile formed on his face. His eyes where so kind that I could not help but feeling the same joy he was. I loved the way I felt around him and I always want to be by his side. He waved over the railing before turning the corner on the track.

The choreographer waved me into the private room I was in only a few hours ago. We practiced well into lunch which I was fine with because I didn't have any lunch today. During the middle of the practice the sole on the shoe became unglued. just my luck. My heel kept hitting the ground but it was not a big deal these are the cleanest whitest shoes I have.

"Alright. Alright get out of here we are done for the day. good work" the choreographer said before also leaving.

I sat by the bench under the stair case. I fiddled with with the broken sole poking my finger through the gap in the sole.

"Ugh. How did these shoes already break" a familiar voice spoke above me.

My eyes shot up and I am met with those kind eyes. Jungkook!

He sat down beside me setting his gym bag on the ground in front of me.

"What? Did you give these to me?" I spoke up still in shock.

"Sorry jimin the lady at the store said it was the strongest kind"

My thoughts instantly drifted and became sour.

Why? Is the doing this? Why is he so kind? I don't deserve this...I'm nothing. He is wasting his time and money on me when there is better people he could be helping

"I don't need you're shoes. I'll go buy my own" I said as I stood up. I looked at him and i could see his smile fade. I choked on my words as I walked away with only one shoes on

"Jimin! We're are you going? I'm just trying to help you!"

"I don't need you're help I'm fine" it hurt me to say that. I didn't want jungkook to know anymore about me. he would see how sad and lonely I am.

He sped up to me grabbing my shoulder.

"Can you help me with my dance?" He said completely avoiding what we were just talking about.

"Sure..." I paused before answering in a quite voice.

"Great!" The boy smiled and picked up his gym bag.

"Can we practice at my house? I don't really like all the mirrors in that room." The older boy spoke up

"Okay when?" I said still looking at my hands.

"Now?"

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