Chapter 1

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*The Park House*

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*The Park House*

The clock that laid on the nightstand flashed 6 AM. The alarm began blaring at the max volume, a sleepy-eyed, pink-haired boy rose from the bed. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock for the time. He hit the button to turn it off, and slung his feet to the floor. He quickly brushed his teeth, checked his hair, put on his clothes, and grabbed his dance bag plus his book bag. He quietly made his way downstairs to the kitchen. He made himself breakfast, a bento for lunch, and a quick snack for later. He put it all into his bag and made his way out the door. It took him all about an hour to complete everything, but he needed to be at the studio at or before 7 AM.

 It took him all about an hour to complete everything, but he needed to be at the studio at or before 7 AM

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A woman in her nightgown peered out the window as Jimin walked away from the house, and down the road. "I don't know why he feels the need to sneak around all the time." She let the blinds close as a pair of hands encircled her waist. "I wish he would be more like his brother." She sighed as she just stood there looking at the closed blinds. "He'll come around, Darling. Just give him some time." A man in a pair of sweatpants told her as they stood together for a while.

" A man in a pair of sweatpants told her as they stood together for a while

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Jimin practically ran all the way to the dance studio. He had the place all to himself this morning, and every morning, that was the way he liked it. He would show up as soon as they opened the doors, and no one would show up for an hour. They would all arrive a little bit early for the very first lesson to stretch and get warmed up. He ran to the changing rooms and switched from his street clothes into a white tank top with a white sweater and a pair up ripped up white stretch jeans.

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