FOOLS // Yoonmin

Chapter 3: Jimin's POV

Now I'm left here in the dust, With the taste of broken trust

St. Joseph's College was a colourless swarm of rich, hormonal teenagers contained within large brick structures which only The Trunchbull would find attractive. The sea of grey, black and white haunted me everyday I was there. Though I guess I wasn't the only one who hated it. Mostly every student attending the catholic jail was miserable due to strict parents who wanted them to be doctors or surgeons.

I wasn't there because of the amount of my money my parents had however; I was there due to the scholarship I had earned in middle school. I excelled in English and Arts subjects and was granted a full 4 year paid scholarship to the dungeon I knew so well. My parents used to be so proud of my academic achievements, who knew things would change so suddenly in such a short period of time.

The halls were packed on this particular day, new students rushing to their freshman homerooms and old friends seeing each other for the first time since the break started. When it came to school, I kept mostly to myself; it was easy to get lost in the crowds of people and the far stretching grounds. I was intimidated, mostly in fear of rejection, I didn't really try to step out of my comfort zone, something that only would result in failure in my mind.

The bell sounded and I threw my bag in my locker. It was in a block of 6 greyish green units right outside the dance rooms. Since I had been excelling in dance, Mr. Hoseok selected me for his own homeroom which only arts focused students could be a part of. This was due to the fact Mr Hoseok also was in partnership with the bigger Arts colleges in the state and could have a closer relationship to those students who wished to move into that field.

I entered the wide, bright studio, full of mirrors and bars, and was greeted with Mr Hoseok's signature gleaming smile. He gestured me to the floor of the studio where the other students were sat, cross legged. It reminded me of elementary school. I took note of the fact the class was predominantly girls, with only about two other boys; one of them being Taemin, a boy who's dance ability was often compared to mine, his parents were extremely wealthy though, he lived in a huge mansion just outside of the city.

"Ah! Mr. Park Jimin it's so nice to see you, I was worried you'd transferred into football this semester." Mr. Hoseok grinned chuckling to himself.

"I don't really think I have the correct build for that Mr Hoseok." I retorted playfully. A group of girls next to me giggled obviously aware of how short I was.

Home room went by pretty quickly. Mr. Hoseok did the roll and allowed the class to get changed into their dance clothes; for me, that included my worn out grey sweatpants and black singlet. I usually danced without shoes, not just due to the fact I didn't own any dance shoes - and definitely couldn't afford them, but because I liked the feel of the cold floor boards hitting my feet.

Mr. Hoseok was one of the best teachers in the school, I was convinced. He taught everyone in correlation to their own personal skill level with the zeal and passion of a Sensei. No one in the class felt forgotten. During this semester we were focusing on modern dance, my own personal favourite style. The freedom modern dance gave me in both movement and expression was amazing, sometimes I felt like a speck of dust in the wind, or a single blade of grass bending and moving on a hilltop. Small but powerful. That's what Mr. Hoseok said. 

Class ended with a group discussion on our next major assignment, which was to choreograph a dance resembling an element of nature. I didn't really give it too much thought as the due date was in a few weeks, but I did feel a little nervous to choreograph my own dance; I was so used to performing the steps taught to me by my dance teachers, so the idea of having to create something so authentically Jimin seemed scary.