Chickadee - A Yoonmin Fanfiction

Part 2

~ Jimin ~

I pace back and forth, criticizing my figure in the wall to wall mirror of the dance studio. The photographer is late, and to be honest, I am a little relieved. For the most part, I know that I am attractive. I also know that that stuff shouldn't matter to me, but having pictures taken of myself tears me up inside. I don't look the same in the camera as I do in a mirror, and it makes me really insecure.

I look towards the door. The photographer was supposed to arrive five minutes ago. I feel a tight sensation in my chest. My lungs are constricting with anxiety, making me panicky. I take long, deep breaths, bending my body in half to touch the floor. Straightening again, I try to ignore the face that will never be thin enough, the body that will never be tall enough, the expression that never seems to say what I want it to say. I suck in my breath so that my torso looks like a V, raising myself on tip toes. Crumpling to the floor, I rest my head on the floor between my legs. I hate this already.

The door to the studio clicks. I am surprised to find that I want to cry, but I can't do that. Bracing myself, I fix a cheery grin on my face, straightening to face the photographer.

My anxiety sends spikes of electricity across my chest, or at least, I think it's my anxiety. The man standing before me is nothing like I thought he would be. He is about the same height as me, with dark eyes and lips set in a delicate pout. His entire outfit is black. A black jacket on a black shirt with a black scarf trailing down between his knees. I can't think of anything to say, watching him with wide eyes as he flings his backpack on the floor. "You're Park Jimin, right?"

"Jimin, yes." I say, feeling suddenly foolish in my loose white shirt and pink sweats. The young man bends down to untie his runners. His jet black hair falls out of place, and when he straightens, a shock of it stands slightly elevated on both sides of his head, reminding me of animal ears, or maybe devil horns. I smile, suppressing a soft giggle.

"What?" He asks, staring at me.

"Nothing." I respond, still grinning. I cock my head at him slightly, crisscrossing my legs into a lotus knot. "Are you here to take my picture?"

"Uh, yeah." He says, still watching me with a mixture of interest and suspicion. "Should we get started?"

"Sure!"