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Beautiful Dancer - 15

Soon the rest of the group joins us in the lobby as we wait for Jimin's results. No one talks and I continue reading my book. Eventually I look up, no one is looking at me, so I look up and down the hallway. Coming up the hallway is Jamey. I stand up and he jogs over after seeing me.

"What are you doing here?" I ask once he gets close to us.

"I heard what happened. It's all over twitter. Jimin just collapsed?" he asks.

At the same time, he asks, Jimin's doctor comes towards us. Everyone stands up, but the doctor holds his hands up instructing no one to ask questions before he gets to talk.

"Jimin is stable, he is just overworked. He should be better with food and lots of rest. I should also inform you that I think it would be in his best interest if he were to stay here for a few days so we can monitor him and make sure he's eating. After a few days we can assess him again to see if he needs to stay for longer. He is allowed visitors, but I suggest only a few at a time." he tells us, then leaves to do other doctor things.

Jin organizes who should go in first, it was originally him, Jamey, and Hoseok. Hoseok got a call from the manager asking for details, so he was unable to go in the first group. With that being said, Jin looks towards me with hopeful eyes.

"No, I doubt he wants to see me anyways Jin." I tell him.

"It'll be good for him to see a friend that he trusts so much. Plus, you guys will be seeing each other more often anyways. So please." Jin begs.

With a small sigh I stand up and walk with them to Jimin's room. Still only a few doors down from mine. I wonder if they have this room reserved for him or if it is just coincidence that its always empty.

Jimin was lying in bed, his breathing slow and steady. His head was facing away from us so I couldn't tell if he was awake or not. As soon as the doctor left and the door closed, I knew he was awake. My eyes softened as I looked at him. I stood behind the other two, watching from a distance as they talked with him. He apologized and explained that he had skipped meals to practice. No one found this strange probably because he's done this before.

After a few hours of everyone taking their turn, some nurses came in and shooed everyone out suggesting that he needs rest. While everyone who filed out went on back to the waiting room or their apartment, I was sent to my room. I did not reenter Jimin's room until two days later when I had been coming back from the cafeteria. His door was open, and he was standing in front of the window. It was sunny out today and the window in his room had been opened a small bit. There was a vase on a table near the window that held fresh looking flowers. It wasn't an assortment but there were at least two different types. Small leafy plants and poppy's, I think they were.

The light from the window filled the room making it seem a lot brighter and natural than the blue hue the electrical lights give off. I was quietly watching at the door, granted I was lost in the way Jimin looked in the light. I understood now why so many people admired him, he looked beautiful. Just like the first day I met him, I was caught in my stare. He had turned around before I had noticed and in no way did, I attempt to run before I was caught. Instead, my feet felt glued to the floor, and I stood as he started to talk to me. Days ago, when he was admitted I didn't get a good look at his face. It was dark at the time, and they had dim lighting him his room, so I couldn't see just how bad the damage was.

Today was different, in the natural light I could see just how pale he was. He looked better for sure, but it's that kind of sickly better. How you look after you're finally starting to get better from a cold or the flu. The darkness under his eyes, the paleness of his skin which seemed unnatural to him. His hair was tussled and seemed in need of a wash. I noticed all too slow that he was speaking to me, so I quickly answered, even though I hadn't heard what he had said.

"Oh, I was just about to go work out." it sputtered out like I clearly didn't know what I was saying and in response he cracked a smile, before a soft laugh came out.

It was almost like watching a cartoon, his laugh seemed so animated. Wide and thought soft sounding, filled the room. The light did not help, and I found myself smiling embarrassed about being caught.

"Would you mind if I joined you? I just have to shower first." he asks.

"Are you even well enough to?" was my priority question, but what came out next was more of a comment. "There's no point in showering if you're just going to get gross again."

However, he shook his head. "The doctor said I'm not well enough to start training again, but I'd like to join you anyways."

I thought for a moment, before nodding. "I'll be in my room, just come get me when you're done."

For some reason, despite not liking people watching me dance, I agreed. So, I sat in my room waiting for the older male. I even ended up catching the beginning of the show which Jimin and the group were doing, but didn't get to listen or see them dance when Jimin came in.

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"What do you even do down here?" he asks as we enter the large gym.

I feel sweat already starting to form on the back of my neck, "Back in the apartment I was usually left alone for days, so I'd put the Tv on a music channel and just dance. I ended up getting pretty good at it." I tell him as I push the door for one of the private rooms that are off of the main gym area.

The light looking stained wood floors and one mirror wall, it's not a large room, but definitely big enough for at least five people to dance at once. I set up my music, Jimin sat against the wall. After a few minutes of stretching, I started a song. It was slow, not something I was used to dancing to. Still, I tried my best to keep to the beat. At the end, when I finished my final move. Sweat rolling down the back of my neck, I turned to look at Jimin. His face was bright, eyes wide in shock.

"You're a beautiful dancer." he complimented, words of awe coming out.