JiMina Collection

More Than Gold ~ Part 15

"Yes?" Mina questioned. She could see his concern. Mina understood that Jimin was still getting used to having someone to talk to. He had to adjust to the fact that he no longer had to hold every worry of his inside. Jimin sighed.

"Guess what?" He groaned. "My father's organizing a ball. And it's open to all the kingdom's noblefolk."

"A ball?" Mina inquired. "Like, fancy dresses and dancing?"

"Exactly that." Jimin confirmed with a nod of his head.

"That... does not sound good." Mina began to worry.

"It's not. This is open to the public. I haven't been in the public's eye in several years. Not to mention the fact that all the other girls will be in their best dresses and try to introduce me to all their families in hopes of me noticing how rich they are." Jimin complained. "Oh no."

"What's wrong?" Mina asked, confused.

"I'm going to be dragged off to dance with every single one of them." Jimin grumbled.

"Dance?" The concept seemed foreign to Mina.

"Yeah. Ballroom dancing; the absolute worst."

"Well," Mina shrugged. "You won't have to dance with every girl. I won't drag you off to dance anytime soon."

     Jimin laughed. "I wouldn't mind dancing with you. You're not about to stick your face all up in my business like the others will. They simply do not understand personal space. In fact, dancing with you would probably be a welcome break from all the craziness."

"That's too bad for you." Mina smirked.

"Why?" Jimin looked up to meet her gaze.

"I don't dance." 

"You- you don't?" Jimin asked incredulously.

"I never learned how. I didn't exactly grow up in a castle. Or even a relatively small mansion." Mina reasoned.

"Lucky. I've been forced to take ballroom dancing lessons all my life. What a bore." Jimin chuckled. He then paused for a moment to think. "I can teach you if you'd like?"

     Mina looked appalled. "You just said it was a bore."

"With you it won't be." Jimin reassured her. "Come on, you can practice for the ball yourself." He held out his hand for her to take. Mina seemed to contemplate. Tentatively, she placed her hand in his.

"Alright then." 

     Jimin grinned and tugged her to the music room. The actual ballroom was too exposed; it would risk them being seen by the others. He let go of her to shut the doors behind them. Mina took the opportunity to take a look around. It was a quaint and rustic room. Mina could see a cello in the corner, several violins, all forms of woodwinds, brass, and percussion, and finally, a grand piano. The only time she had previously seen this room was the brief glance at the other girls while they sang and played instruments. Or at least tried to.

    Mina felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned to face Jimin, who was waiting eagerly behind her. "So, are you ready?" He asked. 

"Go for it." Mina smiled. "Though I don't know what I'm doing."

"No problem," Jimin stepped closer. "Just follow my lead."

     On one side, he intertwined their fingers. On the other, he tugged her hand to rest on his shoulder, then placed his own at the small of her back. "I must say, this is a welcome change. When I took my classes, my dance teachers were always men. It was kind of weird that way."