Gracefully Broken

Prologue

"Jimin Oppa." I shouted as I ran into the practice room. Said boy looked up and smiled as I ran over to him." Yes Victory sii." He replied watching me bounce around the room with an amused smile on his face. "I'm moving." I said finally coming to a stop. His smile immediately disappeared and he stared at me with wide eyes. While staring back at him I had come to a stop, we stayed like for a while until I realized exactly what moving meant. I would never be able to see him again. Pulling me into a hug, he whispered into my ear. "It's okay, we can always visit." That only made me cry harder. "I won't be able to visit, Jimin. America, I'm moving to America." My voice breaking, I cried into his chest while gripping the back of his shirt. Jimin suddenly went very still before pulling me closer and crying with me. I tensed as I felt his tears staining my shirt, Jimin never cried, especially around me. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I whispered in his ear, this time I was the one doing the comforting. "We can always facetime, we can talk and text all the time." I reassured him my own tears being forgotten by my need to comfort my brother figure. He nodded along with what I was saying and slowly stopped crying, but his grip on me didn't lessen. "We need to start practicing." I told him." The competition is tomorrow." He nodded and stood up offering me his hand with his usual quip. "May I have this dance millady?" I laughed and nodded before taking his hand and standing. The rest of practice consisted of the two of us dancing, enjoying what just might be the last practice we ever had with each other.