reset ; ym

Two days later

I just wanted to quickly mention that I know, this whole "Jimin is a dance major blah blah blah" concept is kind of lame by now (I still love reading stories with him as a dancer, but I feel like it could start to become boring to others), but it just fits him so, so well. I mean, he was a dance major so it definitely fits, and really, what the hell is he supposed to study otherwise? Law? Business and Economics? He could go to this police university they have in Korea, yeah, wow. That just wouldn't fit. So, I apologize, but you'll have to once again bear with the cliché of Jimin being a dance major.

Thanks :)

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Jimin didn't know how to move his body. His mind was completely blank and his limbs were too heavy to lift them.
He had somehow managed not to strike negatively, at least up until now.
"Okay, stop, stop!" Son Sungdeuk's voice echoed through the practice room, the music stopped.
Jimin could see the girl to his left roll her eyes annoyedly.
"Jimin, what the hell? You're so stiff, it's... unbelievable."
Ironically, that statement made Jimin tense up. He had barely gotten any sleep last night – not after seeing Yoongi again. Even if it was just for a few moments, it was enough to make Jimin cry for the rest of the day.

"I'm sorry," Jimin said and bowed his head down once.
Sungdeuk sighed. "Go to the back and stretch properly. And then you're going to dance the last choreography in front of everyone, alone. I'm only being nice with you because I know that you're not usually this inattentive." He pointed his index finger at Jimin who nodded once and then walked to the back of the room.
"Everyone else, get on your position, we're starting over again!"

Jimin ran his tongue over his teeth as he sat down with his legs spread and started stretching once again.
His eyelids felt heavy. Would drinking two instead of one coffee in the morning maybe help? Or energy drinks. He knew that whenever Taehyung had to take his exams, he was practically living off those.
Jimin glanced up at the people dancing in front of him. Usually, he loved the dance practices so much more than anything else they were doing in this major – the lectures he had to visit were the worst, really, especially since he had the great luck of always having to go to the early lectures so he could go to as many dance practices in the afternoon as possible.
But today, Jimin would do anything to just lie down in his bed and sleep, or at least sit in the lecture hall and pretend to listen to what his professor was talking about.
Any kind of physical activity was just torture, really.

"Jimin, I would appreciate it if you'd put a tiny bit more effort in whatever you're doing over there," Sungdeuk's voice echoed through the room once again.
Jimin clenched his teeth and simply got up to continue stretching. His cheeks were heating up and he was sure his face was bright pink.

Still, no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on his exercises, his mind kept wandering off.
And then, he thought of Yoongi again. Seeing him yesterday had been horrible. Jimin could still feel his heartbeat fastening and the stinging in his eyes when he had spotted him sitting on the couch.
Why couldn't Yoongi just leave him alone? Hadn't he hurt Jimin enough already? What was he trying to reach?

And why was, after all that had happened, all that Jimin wanted Yoongi? Why did he still love him?
It scared him that he would instantly walk back to him if he just did so much as apologize.
But then, Jimin didn't have any more time to think about it, because Sungdeuk called for him and Jimin had to concentrate on not making an even bigger fool of himself in front of everybody.

~

It was ten past eight when Taehyung had the time to come over again.
After eyeing his friend critically, he decided that he had to do something about his mental well-being. And that was why Seokjin stood in Jimin's apartment about thirty minutes later (thirty two, actually) and greeted the younger man with a hug.
"You could've called me sooner," he said, but not in a reproaching way. He wasn't mad, just worried.
"I figured you guys knew anyways. Well, at least the others do," Jimin replied with a shrug.
"Taehyung told me, but what I mean is that I could've helped earlier," Seokjin then said and took off his jacket.
"You're friends with Yoongi as well, I didn't want you to get mad at him," Jimin told him, but Seokjin frowned at that.
"Yeah, and I'm your friend as well. I'm on no one's side, but I will be there to comfort you, okay?"
Jimin nodded. "Thank you..."