Chasing After The Wind [P.JM]

VIII

PARK JI-MIN'S POV

Still shocked as I held my phone, I went inside the studio and met Hoseok there. He happened to see my lockscreen before I could remove it, unfortunately. "Oooh, who's that? She looks kinda pretty," he looked at me teasingly. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, "some creep who claims to be my girlfriend." Hoseok looked at me in disbelief, "If you don't want her, you can always give her to me~" Man, he just hasn't met her. She's beyond crazy, for real. I would willingly trade her for a penny or even nothing.

KIM YUN-SEO'S POV

오후 1시 07 분

What a great day to do something fun! Everything's doable when it's Saturday. I took my phone from the nightstand and of course, saw the lockscreen. He had probably deleted it or so, but that doesn't mean he can't escape me. But damn, I had his phone, I should have gotten his number too! I clicked my tongue in dismay and texted Yeoji to meet up.

Later on, we were seated just outside school library as Yeoji had some extra studying to do. Not for me, I guess. "What's up? Why'd you come here?" She asked, a notebook in her hand. I leaned back on the bench and folded my arms across my chest. Turning to her, I said, "Hmm, you said you had some friends who go to that Park Jimin's dance studio right?"

She raised an eyebrow, staring at me as if she knew where this was going. "Yunseo-ah, you never told me you were into dancers." Yeoji chuckled. I laughed and just shrugged, "come on, just give me at least one or two?" She held her chin, pretending to think. Probably some kind of deal again in exchange of the information I'm asking for. "How about a week of me paying for your lunch meals, deal?" I held out my hand but she just looked at it and sighed. "I don't know, I kinda wanted to go shopping lately. I passed by the Chanel store recently-"

"That's... okay, I'll take you there some time. But you'll tell me about those friends of yours, alright?" I tried to convince her, and I was confident that it would work. Yeoji grinned at me, "you know that Kim Yejun in second year who has been crushing on you? Park Jimin teaches him. But if that doesn't work, there's Choi Yunho. You better pay me back, Yunseo-ah, got it?"

"Thanks, I'll buy you Chanel if I don't forget!" I stood up and sprinted away, leaving her with glaring at me. Soon enough I was at the park, in a less crowded area where smoking was somewhat 'legal'. I figured that talking to Yejun would be easier since he'll probably be nicer, given that he's got a little crush on me, like - who doesn't? I dialed his number and he answered pretty quickly.

"Yejun-ah! It's Yunseo noona from fourth year." I said before he could ask who I was. Hearing him gasp, I smiled at the reaction. "Noona, how did you get my number?" He asked and I told him it was Yeoji who gave it to me. "She also told me you're Park Jimin's student. By any chance, do you have his number?"

"Ah, I do go to his studio but I don't have his number. Sorry, noona. Try asking Choi Yunho, he must be close with Jimin." After getting his reply, I thanked him and hung up, because that's just about what I needed from him. Sometimes I wonder why I was willing to ask people favors just to get some arrogant guy's number. It's mostly the other way around, I swear.

Now onto my last hope, Choi Yunho. He's actually just as popular as I am at the university. In his case, it's because he's a trainee of a company I don't know of. I know I had to be careful with this one, going too fast might make him think I'm a bad person. Luckily, we've been classmates before and he's actually nice. We're just not that close. I contacted him through a messaging app since I didn't have his number and good for me he immediately agreed to meet up.

The next thing I knew, we were in a cafe a few blocks away from the company he trained for. Sipping on our drinks, I began the conversation. "So, you're into dancing? I wanted to talk to you because I'm really interested. You're known at school for that talent so I thought you'd be a good shot."

"Oh yes, definitely. I'm into dancing so much that I'm sick of it. I actually attend Park Jimin's dance classes, you know him? His studio isn't too far from university so I thought it'd be better if I went there." And there we go, not much effort needed, I guess? "Really? Yeoji told me about Park Jimin but I'm not very familiar with him." Yup, no idea who that guy is.

"He's a really good teacher especially for beginners. You could try going to his studio. They have a site, you can book a class there." He's getting into the conversation and I couldn't be more satisfied. I pretended to be interested, "Is that so? Hmm, is it expensive?"

"Not gonna lie, it is, but I'll be the one to tell you that it's worth it." Yunho took out his phone and was browsing something for a minute before he showed it to me. It was the different rates of the dance studio and I was a bit shocked at the prices. Well, Jimin must be very rich by now.

"I'm really interested but I haven't made up my mind yet. Do you have Park Jimin's number?" I straight up asked, but completely failed when I heard his reply. "Uh, I don't think I can give you that but I do have their telephone number, here."

Quite a shame, but I took it just so he wouldn't think I only wanted Jimin's number after all. I mean, that's exactly what I want but I can't be too obvious here. "Thanks a lot. Is it okay if we exchange numbers? I'll let you know if I'll attend his class so I can do it with you!"

"Sure, here." He handed me his phone so I could type in my number. I almost thought that this mission was going to fail but nope, a ray of hope had shined through. "Excuse me for a moment, I need to use the restroom." I nodded as he walked away, leaving his phone with me.

What a great day. I furiously searched through his contacts until I found one named "Jimin Hyung". Bullseye! I copied it into my phone as quick as I could and then proceeded to type down my number. He came back without a clue and I gave him back his phone. After I got his number as well, we parted ways and I couldn't be happier. I looked at the new contact I had saved; Mission, success.