Park, Interrupted

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     "Mr. Park!" 

     Park Jimin's pink head snapped to attention, dark eyes finally opening. "Yes, ma'am?" he got out. Students surrounding him snickered and whispered, making his face redden. 

     "Is my lesson boring you?" the instructor snapped. Her eyes were narrowed dangerously.

     "No, ma'am, not at all!" Jimin replied hastily.

     "You wouldn't mind sharing why you took it upon yourself to nap and disrupt my learning environment, would you?" Mrs. Yang's sweet voice was poisonous. Anyone could tell she was more of a rude person, what with her tight bun and wrinkled, sharp eyes. All eyes were on him. The long sleeves on his sweater were pulled instantly over his small hands as he sunk lower into his seat. One covered hand reached up and ran through his already messy hair anxiously.

     "Yeah, Jiminie," another boy by the name of Lee Don-wo whispered tantalizingly. "Tell us. Busy at ballet?"

     "Um... Dance practice ran late last night," Jimin mumbled. His eyes were beginning to burn. Here come the waterworks.

     Crybaby.

     More snickers.

     "Get it together, Mr. Park," Mrs. Yang spat. She stared at him incredulously. "I would hope you know that foolishness such as dancing will get you nowhere in life." She scoffed, ignoring Jimin's teary eyes as she turned back to the board with a mumble of, "Dancing..."

      When the bell rang, Jimin was the first to rush out in tears. He kept his head down to hide his face. As expected, his moment of solitude was only momentary before a voice rang out:

     "Chim Chim!"

     Jimin quickly swiped at his eyes and plastered on a smile for his best friend.

     "Tae Tae!"

     Kim Taehyung's boxy smile and golden hair never failed to make Jimin feel better. Taehyung and Jimin had been best friends since Taehyung had transferred to Jimin's dance studio in seventh grade. Unfortunately for Jimin, Taehyung had always been able to read him like an open book.

     His smile slipped off of his face and was replaced with one of worry. "What happened?"

     "Nothing, Tae. I'm just being a crybaby," Jimin said, a watery laugh leaving him.

     "Jimin," Taehyung warned. "What. Happened."

     The pink haired boy sighed. "Okay fine. I fell asleep in class, and Mrs. Yang did her normal thing. Asked me why I fell asleep, and then she mocked my dancing in front of everyone."

     "She did what?" Taehyung exclaimed. "I'll kick her ass! How dare she!"

     Jimin's face paled as he noticed the attention Taehyung's outburst was grabbing. He tugged at his leather jacket. "Shh! Taehyung! You're drawing attention!"

     "I don't care, Jimin! First of all, I wish someone would say something. I will hit them," He waved his hand as if to dismiss the thought. "Besides the point. You deserve the attention because you're amazing at what you do! Have you seen yourself lately? You're going to have colleges left and right asking for you."

      Jimin laughed, embarrassed. "Come on, I'm not that good."

     "Did you not just hear me? I said you're amazing, and it's about time you realize it." The bell rang, interrupting Taehyung's speech on loving yourself or something, (Jimin had heard it a million times anyway). He wrapped his arm around Jimin's shoulders. "Jesus, Jiminie, you're freezing. Let's go to my car so we can get you a jacket."