Between Footsteps| p.jm

THIRTY-ONE| -- .. -. -..

Jimin's heart pounded as he walked down the long hallway. What was he doing?! He wasn't running into a situation irrationally... right? Such thoughts were pushed deep down as he was blinded completely by determination, rage, and desperation.

His fists shook as he clenched them tightly. Hopefully his brother wasn't around or following him, but he refused to look back and check to see before stopping in front of a door.

"I want memories. And not paper ones, real ones. Ones in my head that belong to me. I need them. And I think I finally know who can help me get them."

Other gold tiers walked past as he knocked on the door, but he paid them no mind.

Knuckles trembling after colliding with the door frame, Jimin waited before it was opened upon his summoning.

05 was certainly shocked to see the dancer in front of him and blinked before quickly straightening his spine. His lips parted to speak a questioning, but Jimin interrupted before he could say a thing.

"I need you to help me with something," He was quick to say, the light rasp of his own voice shocking him at first. A gold tier that passed by eyed the two, and Jimin but his lower lip. "But not here. Come meet me at the tent in 30 minutes, and bring whatever you need to use your... skills."

There was silence as the slightly older man took in his words. 05's eyes widened before he finally managed to release the words he wanted to say.

"B-But Park Jimin, the tent is-"

"Just meet me there," Jimin made a final point to say, finding the hypnotists mannerisms odd. For someone that could potentially alter the mind, he was quite nervous and shy around others. The man clearly wanted to say more, but Jimin wouldn't allow him as he quickly left the door and made his way back to the elevator.

Jimin had been debating his decision all day and hadn't even realized that you'd never shown after work. But when he did deduct that you were no where to be found, he saw no reason not to go on ahead with his plan right then and there.

Now the Between was emptying as it seemed to be post time of the show for that evening. Numbers were making their way back to their respective hotels, and Jimin tried not to be seen as he waded in the opposite direction of the rest while making his way back to the now dark tent.

It was the only place that was guaranteed to be empty, and if caught he could pretend like he was practicing and that 05 wanted to watch.

Jimin's hands were still shaking as he made his way to the lights booth and handled the controls so that the atmosphere was faintly lighted.

As time ticked on, he wasn't quite sure if 05 would actually show up. He was wrong in his doubts however, because the man soon made his way into the tent with an anxious look on his face.

Jimin wasn't sure if he was relieved or nervous regarding the fact that he had actually shown.

"We shouldn't be in here after hours," The man quickly spoke as his eyes flittering about anxiously, Jimin quickly shaking his head in response.

"Relax. I have permission to perform in here. It doesn't matter." His tone was more stern than he intended towards his elder, but he didn't really care. "Peanut and I used to-" He quickly bit his tongue while the hypnotist slightly tilted his head in confusion.

"Peanut?"

"Ah," Jimin chuckled nervously. "Never mind. I was just saying 79, the food truck worker and my old dance partner, she and I used to practice dancing in here all the time. So, it's fine."

The man's eyes seemed hesitant, but he eventually sighed.

"Very well. What's this all about anyway? Why did you call me here? You said you need help?"