Serendipity 2 JHope and Jimin

Part 4

Jimin

Three days. Three whole days without a single morsel of food passing my lips. I felt great, and my dancing was great too. The teacher even asked me if I had been practising more. I sat down in my first class for the day and got out all my things. The class flew by, and as I was packing up my stuff to leave, I felt someone staring over at me. I looked up to see a girl standing in the classroom doorway, she was quite pretty and was smiling at me.

"Hi.um .... it's Jimin right?"

"Yeah Hi" I recognized her now, she was older than me but was in one of my dance classes

"You're in my dance class?"

"Yeah. hi, I'm Yuna, actually dance class was what I wanted to talk you about, sort of"

"Sort of?"

"Look Jimin I was wondering .... I mean.... only if .... I was wondering if you wanted to enter a dance competition with me?"

"Dance competition?"

"Yeah...its just...I've seen you dance and you're really good and I have this idea for a duet, and I was hoping you might like to do it with me?"

"I...Um.... I don't really know"

"Well have a think about it and let me know...only... we don't have a lot of time, so think quick OK?" she gave me another smile and shot out of the classroom.

I sat there for a minute a little stunned at first. Why would an older girl want to dance with me? Why would anyone want to dance with me for that matter? Then it dawned on me that this could be a trick, or a trap set up by Sehun, it was the sort of sick thing he would do. I contemplated it as I walked to my next class, but I should have paid more attention, because I forgot to go the long way and before I knew it I was trapped.

"HeY ballerina boy! This is a pleasant surprise. I thought you'd be scuttling off in the other direction to avoid me. But No! Look at that, here you are. "

I could have kicked myself for being so stupid

"I have a question for you. Tell me.. do you wear anything under your tutu?"

He and his friends smirked at me. I wanted so badly to just elbow him in the stomach and run, but I knew I wouldn't do it. I was far too much of a coward for that. That was what I hated the most about all this. The inner me, the me that I wanted to be, would have fought back, would have made a smartass comeback, or shoved him away, or punched him or something. But the real me, the me that was here now, the me everyone knew as a coward and weakling, would instead take the crap he gave ne and keep my head down. It wasn't that I was scared exactly, I just wanted to be left alone, and I knew if fought back it would never end.

Not talking today huh? Never mind, best get to class or you'll be late getting to lunch later, and I'm really looking forward to seeing you there"

He actually winked at me as he and friends pushed past me, making sure I hit the wall beside me, and that their bags knocked me in the face as they passed. I pulled myself off the wall and went to keep walking, when I noticed something pinned on the notice board beside me. It was a flyer for a dance competition. This must have been what that girl.... Yuna was it?.... had been talking about. Well at least I knew the competition itself was real. I took it off the wall and shoved it into my bag I would look it over later.

There was no way I was going anywhere near the cafeteria at lunch time, besides what Sehun had said, the smell of the food made my stomach ache and I got slightly nauseous, there was a tree at the back of the school on a small patch of grass, so I went and sat back there and took out the flyer. It was being held in a couple of weeks, in a café in town, and was open to everyone ,there were different categories, including the duet category she had mentioned. I noticed there was some prize money, which would come in real handy, but what really made me consider her offer was the fact that the overall winner got to audition for S.M Entertainment, and possibly be taken on as a trainee. What a brilliant thing that would be. To get to go to Seoul, and spend all day everyday dancing, doing what I loved most, and getting paid for it. But most importantly getting the hell away from here.

JHope

I walked home that afternoon smiling for once, my parents would be waiting when I got there. They may not have been the best parents on the planet, but I loved them just the same. Though I would never admit that to anyone. I was still smiling and humming to the music playing through my earphones, when someone grabbed the door of the elevator just before it closed. It was Yuna just home from school too.

"Phew that was close I didn't want to wait"

I looked down at my shoes in embarrassment, remembering my thoughts from this morning.

"What's wrong Hoesok?"

"Nothing" it was barely a mumble

"Listen I'm glad I caught up with you. I was wondering if you would be willing to share the dance studio with me, so I can practice for this competition I'm entering?"

"It belongs to the building my father just paid for it, so I can't stop you"

"I know, but you use it a lot, and I didn't want to get in your way or anything. I know how much you enjoy going down there'

"No big deal uses it whenever I don't care"

She rolled her eyes when she thought I wasn't looking, but I saw her. She must be entering the competition too. That made my chances slimmer of winning that prize. Yuna had been dancing since she was about two years old, and she was good. Really good. Although our styles were completely different. Yuna did ballet and contemporary, where as I was pretty much self-taught, and did more street stuff like popping and locking and some acrobatics.

"Thanks" she smiled up at me through the hair that was slightly hiding her face from my view

"Are you looking forward to seeing you parents?"

"Don't care really"

"OK....um.... well are you thinking about entering the competition?"

"Doubtful"

"Right well this is me, and she went to get out of the elevator

"It was nice having half a conversation with you Hoesok" and with that smart comment ringing in my ears the doors closed, and she was gone.

As soon as I walked through the front door I knew they were home. My mothers perfumed seemed to linger in the air, and my father's presence seemed to be palpable.

"Mother? Father?"

"Kitchen" I heard my mother's voice and followed it to the kitchen

"Hello. Welcome home "I said bowing formally

"Hello Hoesok" my mother answered without smiling

"Son" was all my father said nodding

"Its nice to see you both. How was your trip?"

"Fine" my father was not a man of many words

"It was awful" my mother answered "Your father couldn't keep it in his pants as usual"

So, it was going to be one of those evenings was it? Great. I don't know what I expected really. Stupid Stupid Hoesok. My mother was pouring herself what looked like the fourth or fifth drink, based on the way her eyes were glazed over slightly, and she was swaying a little. I didn't want to be there anymore, so I mumbled something about homework and took off to my room. I didn't even realize I was crying until I saw the tears in my mirror over the vanity in my bathroom. I just took out the pill bottle tipped four out into my hand and swallowed them down.