Black Swan

Chapter 2

Yn walks along the busy streets to pass time, sure she had multiple assignments due within the span of two days but she couldn't bring herself to open her bag and do the work. Every time she would sit at the cafe, her mind would wander to the boy in the theatre, instead of the tune of his orchestral music, it was his rhythmic moves beating in her head. Every twist, turn, and jump, all fell perfectly into place.

Until of course, she had made herself known.

Perhaps if I don't show myself, I could still watch him

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Jimin performs his dance again, the large stage now feeling more like a sea consuming him, as he messes up another move. Sighing he falls to the ground and lays, turning his head to face the door, silently wishing she'd come.

It was one of the small handfuls of times someone had genuinely taking a liking towards his art. His father had called him names, saying that his type of dance was too slow or sensual for any honorable man. Of course Jimin wasn't going for sensual nor slow, he simply let the rhythm flow through himself. He would've asked for his mother's insight, but to be honest he didn't care, for she had walked out an early age, and the women his father married were all the same,

Temporary wives, and permanent gold-diggers

Jimin's friend Taehyung always knew Jimin loved to dance, and once he walked in on him dancing in Hoseok's studio. He applauded the flustered boy and treated him to dinner, it was one of the few days he accepted the food.

Of course Hoseok knew, the infamous Taehyung showed him a video which was taken unbeknownst to Jimin, but it convinced Hoseok to grant him free reign of the studio. Not to mention helped them become better friends later on.

Thrusting himself off the ground he begins the song again.

Leap. Turn. Forward back. Spin

There's a small creaking noise coming from behind him. Jimin adjusts his moves to see what the noise is, and from his peripheral he sees the top of the girl's pretty h/c hair peeking out from behind the chairs. He smiles a bit and continues to dance. This was the first time he hadn't messed up his second part.

Perhaps she can stay
the boy thinks to himself, and after a couple weeks he realizes she does, and even adapts to her schedule. She comes on Tuesdays and Thursdays for about an hour each, then as silently as she comes in, she leaves.

But every time she leaves, neither of them realize she drops a part of her heart, in exchange for his.