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If the Shoe Fits Park Jimin x Reader Ballet Au!

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“We aren’t close at all, I only came here because Hoseok begged me. What happened today doesn’t matter. None of this means anything, it all means nothing to me.” You were gone, and Jimin couldn’t do anything. What could he possibly say. Jimin walked limply back to his dorm. Only then he realized he wasn’t wearing any shoes, the rough feeling of the concrete against the pads of his feet was the only thing he could feel. He didn’t feel like he was physically sick, but sick in another way. In his right mind he would he was not in love with you, but there was something that made him feel like you were linked to him.

Jaejung: How’s spoiled Siegfried? You looked at your phone and smiled.

Darling: I guess you can say he’s alive. I am exhausted though.

Jaejung: You look like you need some ice cream ;) Wanna go?

Darling: How are we going to go? You aren’t here.

Jaejung: Look up darling.

You looked up but no one was there, but to your right two seats down you see a familiar figure wearing a black baseball hat. You slid over and bumped your body into Jaejung’s on purpose, making his body jerk.

“What’s up stranger?” He asked, looking at you from under his baseball cap.

“Nothing really, you?” You returned the smile.

“So it that a ‘yes’ on ice cream?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You said.

“Perfect, let’s go to my house first to get my car, so I can drive you back home afterwords.”

“Wait you have a car?”

“Yes,” you started to beat Jaejung with your fists lightly.

“You have a car, but you never use it?! I would love to have a car and license.”

“Ow, stop hitting me.” Jaejung said, grabbing your hands to stop your assault. “Besides why would I take my car when I can see this pretty girl everyday?” Your cheeks flushed, and you hid them in your hands.

“God, that was horrible.”

“But you liked it.”

“If that’s what makes you happy.”

“That makes me very happy darling.” You rolled out your eyes, and pulled out your phone to text your brother that you were staying out for a little longer. When you got to Jaejung’s apartment you noticed that it was pretty expensive and nice from the outside. His car was a nice, sleek, and black Toyota.

“What the fuck? Where did you get all the money for this?” You said marveling at his car.

“Who said dancers don’t get paid much? Between getting paid for teaching, going on tour for idols, and the occasional modeling there is a pretty good amount of money being pulled in.”

“I think all of the pointe shoes I have made in my life could probably pay off this one car, I’m pretty sure I’ve made thousands already.” You said, still in awestruck.

“Well what are you waiting for? I still want ice cream.” Jaejung said, as he got in the driver’s side of the car. You slid right next to him in the passenger side, and you two were off. Maybe ice cream was a bad idea, because not many parlors were open at midnight, so you two just opted for convenient store ice cream. You returned to Jaejung’s car with two popsicles and handed one to him. You popped open the wrapper took a bite of the sweet treat.

“Convenient store is the best type of ice cream.” Jaejung said as he ate his.

“You don’t think better parlors have better tasting ice cream?”

“I mean it is better quality but these taste better.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well both of my parents are successful surgeons. They had a lot of money they only really wanted the finest quality. I guess I got tired of it I guess.” Jaejung admitted.

“Well my family wasn’t that poor, but we weren’t rich. We had six working adults in my household, but shoe making doesn’t make the big money you see. I’m kind of glad I quit dancing. If I didn’t and went to Etre, Sehwa would have never had the chance of getting lessons. I think even now most of my pay check goes to her lesson funds.” You said.

“Wait I thought there were six working adults in your house.”

“That’s the thing, it’s were, three of my grandparents retired, and my grandmother, well she passed away. Now there are three of us working, it’s hard trying to get two kids out of three to school, maybe that’s why I’m okay with working.”

“Wow, isn’t that a lot to bear on your own.”

“Well when you don’t have many friends, who can you tell? Well I got you.”

“That’s right you do have me…” Jaejung grabbed your hand and gripped it tight.

“We’ll be a team from now on.” He said smiling.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You said, holding his hand back.

Jimin woke up staring at the ceiling, it was right before six, because it was still dark outside, and his room mates were still asleep. He sat up in his bed, curling his feet closer to him, he noticed the bottoms of his feet were black. He never washed his feet after last night, he got back to his room, and flung himself on his bed.

Jimin looked at the soles of his slippers and saw the lone dandelion seed pressed into his shoes as he got ready for warm up class.

"When did (y/n) leave last night?“ Hoseok asked.

"To be honest I never checked the time when I saw her leave, I know it was after ten, because she was still asleep by then.” Jimin answered.

"Wait you just let her leave?“ Hoseok was in shock, what if something happened to you.

"I tried to stop her, but her mind was made up.” Jimin said, putting on his other shoe.

"Did all of her remedies work?“ Yoongi asked.

"Well, I am here right now, so yes.”

The warm-up class went as per usual, working on getting their blood circulated and technique perfected. Sweaty hand gripping the smooth bar, straight spines, elegant swift kicks; up and down, up and down.

"Keep your head up.“ Madame Dasom instructed, as she went around looking at the dancers.

"Miss Yoo straighten your leg. Don’t be lazy, what would your mother say?” Miju cringed at the mention of her mom. Memories of being locked a dance room while her mom watched her with close eyes.

"We are going to stay in here until you have strengthened your core, you are always off balance.“ Her mother said. Tears were streaming Miju’s small face as she kicked and kicked, making sure her foot came back into the right position.

"Mister Park good line, just like every other Park.” Madame Dason said, as she walked by Jimin.

"Miss Yoo, you’re lucky you have a talented partner like Mister Park.“ Madame Dasom finally added. Sweat dripped down from Miju’s temple, and she grit her teeth, determined to be better.

“Better Miss Yoo.” Madame Dasom said passing by once more, “you got the same line your mother had, finally.”

After the class was over Jimin and Miju went to another class with each other.

“Jiminiie, are you excited for the show? It’s almost November.” Miju said as they walked.

“We still need to get that lift down, and then we’ll be ready.” Jimin replied.

“I think the scouts will love it if we nail the giselle lift, then we can get into a company together.”

“Yeah, that would exciting getting into a company.”

“What company would you want to get into?”

“I wouldn’t mind anything international, like New York or Royal Ballet.”

“Wait you want to go international? Didn’t you want to stay in Seoul?” Miju asked, she never heard Jimin mention any foreign companies.

“I never said I wanted to stay local Miju, I’m open to whatever good offer comes my way.”

“You think you can go international?”

“Are you assuming my skills?!” Miju took a gulp when she heard Jimin’s last sentence.

“No, I just thought you were good enough for the national ballet.”

“Don’t fill in whatever you don’t know with your own truth Miju. I’m going to aim for my best whether you think I can or can not.” Jimin said darkly, and started walk ahead of Miju. His mind flashed back to your face when he remembered you saying that line to him. Did she really think he wasn’t good enough on a worldly stage? Was he bound to only be the best in Korea? Wasn’t there a bigger stage out there for him?

“Let’s do it one more time.” Master Geonsik said. This class was practice for a males variation, all of the dancers were from the S ranked. Along with ‘Sleeping Beauty’ there was a competition coming up and Jimin was competing in it also. Even though it was all the S rank boys they all had to do the same variation. It was the variation you saw before, from Don Quixote.

“Mister Park remember you must keep that smile on your face at all times.” Mister Geonsik said, “Even when you are finished you should still smile to the crowd as you bow. Your smile is a way of thanking your audience for watching you.” Jimin nodded in response.

“Mister Jeon even when you are turning, you can not drop your smile and pick it up when you are facing the audience, just because you can not see them doesn’t mean they can not see you.” Mister Geonsik pointed out, and walked towards Jungkook who was practicing. Even though Jungkook never did anything the personally offend, Jimin couldn’t feel anything else but anger when he saw the young ballerino. Jungkook was hot on Jimin’s tail in ballet, he was young and a quick learner. When Jimin entered Etre he was younger that Junkook, but came in as a A rank dancer. When he was Jukook’s age he was promoted S rank, but Jungkook had no other Etre experience, this was his first year, and he got into Etre easily. Jimin was jealous, there was another dancer that maybe better than him, and so he was determined to do even better than he has done before. He wanted to go international in a prestigious company.

When you woke up it was really late for you, Sehwa was already gone, also Jaewook, but your parents were still at home. You quickly grabbed a piece of fruit to eat. You were now behind in orders because of yesterday and now, since you didn’t get an early start.

You rushed through the bustling city, pushing your way through the people to get to Delladova, you burst through the glass doors, and tied on your work apron as you stared at your orders. Thankfully none of your dancers were having major performances, so you didn’t need to make too many pointe shoes, but there was a large order of slippers. Slippers were easier and faster to make than pointe shoes though, but quality craftsmanship was still needed to put in. Dancers could tell if their slippers were off. You got work first by creating all of the dance slippers, they were simple to make, all you needed to do was draw out the foot pattern, and the rest was just sewing, there was no component that had to be crafted. Every part of the shoe was sewn on to the main fabric. You went down your list quickly until you noticed that Jimin placed an order. It was an order for performance slippers, but in black satin specifically. Your dad looked over your shoulder as you read the piece a paper.

“Oh an order from a Park bellerino, come with me, I know how to help.” Your dad said, you followed him to the grand fabric room in Delladova. In the room was rolls upon rolls of satin in multiple colors. Pink, white, and black were the most dominate colors of fabric in the room. Your father went all the way to the rolls of black satin and pulled at matte black bolt.

“This is the most expensive black satin right now in Delladova.” He said as he carried it back out to a large work bench. He unrolled the satin out across the table, pulled out two desk lamps that were on opposite end of the table, and turned the lamps on.

“You have to look for the smallest flaws, if you think he won’t notice the flaw, trust me he will. Make sure you don’t snag the satin either, I will help look for flaws too.” Your dad instructed, and the two of you started to inspect the dark fabric. You guys probably spent a good hour trying to find a good area until you finally found a part that will make several pairs of slippers, and were consistent. You cut off that one part of the fabric from that bolt and took it back to your our own table to trace out the patterns of Jimin’s show. With a steady hand and the sharpest pair of scissors, you cut out the patterns with sharp clean edges. You were about to walk over to the sewing machines and sew the shoes together until you dad put a roll of the black thread on your desk.

“Use this instead of the standard thread later, Park Jimin won’t yell at you when he gets these slippers.” You nodded and took the thread with you. You noticed that the thread was thinner, but stronger than regular standard thread. It was amazing that there were so many different combinations of thread and fabric to make a different shoe to conform to a certain dancer. That’s what every day people do no see when they watch ballet, every shoe is very much different from the other. Makers work long and hard to make the shoe they are asked to made. You loaded up the spool of thread into the sewing machine and sewed the shoe together, watching it come together as you pressed more thread in. You finished the five pairs Jimin ordered and bagged them up to be taken to Etre’s shoe room.

You worked through out the whole day, and late into the night. You let out a monstrous yawn as you sat alone in the dark factory, the lamp at your work bench was the only light on. You tenaciously pounded at the toe box with your hammer to just shape it right until you were content with it. It was a thicker toe box, so you had to pound it harder, you were so focused on your work until you noticed there was red leaking onto the head of your hammer. You placed your hammer back onto your work bench and saw two giant blood blisters on your hand, they weren’t common for you, but you got them more often than older makers since their hands were already rough unlike yours. The one on your palm already popped, and the last one thankfully was still intact. When you were just about to get the first aid kit you got a text from Chaerin.

Riniie: All of us have dinner for you outside of Deladova, come out.

(y/n)iie: What do you mean by ‘all of us’?

Riniie: You know, me, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, the whole ballet squad.

You remembered that you told Chaerin that you had to work late tonight, and couldn’t hang out. You wrapped your hand in some paper, and grabbed the first aid kit. When you got outside Chaerin was right, her whole ballet squad was there. Even Sori and Miju. In all honesty you had no idea who Sori was, you just knew she was another S rank dancer and she was Taehyung’s partner.

“(y/n).” Chaerin squealed as she ran to embrace you.

“Chaerin!” You said as you hugged her back. Jimin was actually surprised to see you act this way and hug Chaerin, you only let your guard down when you were with Chaerin or Hoseok. Yoongi walked over to you and held out a to go box that had a few slices of pizza in it.

“Chaerin made sure none of us ate the last four slices.” He said as he held it out to you.

“Oh..uuuhhh….” You started as you tried to figure out how to grab it. You transferred the first aid kit your tissue wrapped hand that already looked like the flag of Japan.

“What happened your hand?” Namjoon asked as he spotted your blood.

“If I show you none of you guys can scream.” You said, and got ten head nods as a response. You dropped the tissue to the ground for you had no other free hand and hung the first aid kit on the pinkie finger of the hand that was holding the pizza.

You held up your hand so they could see the bloody blister on your palm, and the dark maroon blister that was in the inside of your knuckles. They were both about as big as a nickel and really unappealing to the eye. Hoseok shrieked in terror and held on to Chaerin.

“What the hell?!” He screamed out loud into Chaerin’s poor ear.

“I told you not to scream you big baby!” You yelled back.

‘Are you okay (y/n)?” Jin asked as he walked up to look at your palm, his motherly instincts kicking in.

“I’m fine, these happen on occasion. I know how to deal with them.” You said, as Jin was about to grab your palm, but another hand stopped his. You were shocked to see Jimin’s ringed hand gripping onto the older’s wrist. Jimin actually had no idea where he was going with this, but he just felt like he had to stop Seokjin from touching you.

“Jimin why are you holding on to him?” Jungkook asked. Jimin blinked back into reality, and let go of Jin.

“I’m sorry, I should have told you not to touch the blister because it could get infected.” He said smoothly making up an excuse.

Jimin grabbed the first aid kit from your hands and pulled out two alcohol strips. He ripped open one the clean his hands. He offered his clean hand out to you, and placed your bloody hand in his, palm up. The pool of blood and dark maroon boil looked painful. Jimin dabbed the cloth over the bloody skin, soaking up the liquid. It really stung, but you sat there like an obedient child. Jimin noticed your teeth digging into your lips so you wouldn’t make any noises out of pain. When all of the bright blood was wiped clean, you were left with a ripped up palm with red skin. It looked like the other blister, but deflated now. Jimin grabbed out a band aid, and without touching the sterile piece he wrapped it around the open wound. When his hand left yours, you immediately closed your hand.

“You know you shouldn’t pop blood blisters, they can get infected easily.” He said firmly, but you took that in the wrong way, you thought his tone was condescending.

“I didn’t mean to pop it, I told you yesterday I am not an idiot.” You snapped. No one said anything for a few short moments, that felt long to all of you. In those moments Miju was analyzing everything what just went down: ‘Jimin doesn’t do that for me when I have blisters and bruises, and I have them all of the time. Why did he wrap her wound? Is he falling for her more?’ Miju thought . Jimin never paid attention to girls at school, and all the time he was swarmed. Girls would crowd him in class, they would clamor to sit close to his table at lunch, and they would push and shove so they could watch him practice from the small door frame. Was it because you weren’t easy and he was trying to get you? But he did mention you being annoying and smart mouthed, wouldn’t those turn him away from you?

“Guys we should probably go, it’s almost curfew.” Namjoon said, as he slid he phone back into his pocket after checking the time.

“Thanks for the food, I really appreciate.” You said, not really sure who you were directing it to, but you wanted to get your gratitude out there. You turned and walked away from Jimin without another word, back into Delladova, where you could be safe from the world around you.

You sat down at your desk and ate while you looked at your injured hand, your rotated your hand, switching between the blandness of the back of your hand, and the uneven patchiness that was your palm. The awkward off flesh color of the band aid and the swollen deep wine red blister. While you were looking at your hand you realized what you said to Jimin was stupid, he was only trying to help you, you didn’t have to be mean about it. You sighed and hung your head as you pulled your phone out.

Spoiled Siegfried: Sorry…for how I snapped at you before. That wasn’t meant to happen….I don’t really know what happened honestly. I was cranky, hungry, and tired, which isn’t really a justifiable excuse for what I did, but I am still sorry.

Jimin heard his text tone go off and he fished his phone out of his jeans and read your text. Without him knowing a small smile forced its way on to his face, you were always honest, and wanted to cut the cutesy crap. Your main goal wasn’t to impress Jimin with looks or how cute you were. You weren’t even trying to impress him, but you were through your acts of skill, talent, and hard work. Chaerin noticed Jimin smiling at his phone from the corner of her eye, and quickly just sent a text to you.

Riniie: Did you just text Park Jimin something? Anything?!

(y/n)iie: Okay first, creep. Second, how did you know?

Riniie: Well, I just saw him smiling at his phone, and I know for a fact that he doesn’t smile at much

(y/n)iie: Probably wasn’t my text than, I just sent a text apologizing for how mean I was being to him a few minutes ago.

Riniie: I heard he’s into honesty ;)

(y/n)iie: I will not date Park Jimin, I’m just not into him. He irritates me, he always thinks I am lower than him, and he’s higher than everyone because he’s way better dancer. If he really thought of himself as on the same level as his peers he would pick a partner he could emotionally link to, and try different partners to dance with, not Yoo Miju. Just because she is the best female dancer at Etre doesn’t mean she has to be his partner.

Riniie: You are right about many things there (y/n), but you forgot to say something else.

(y/n)iie: And what is that?

Riniie: Jimin is a fast learner, everyday he learns just like you and I do. Just remember he is human, he did get sick and needed another person to help him. (y/n) you help him in many ways you may not even know.

(y/n): I think I know what you are implying, and if I am right I’m going to say that here and now.

(y/n)iie: That’s bullshit.

You rolled your eyes, and ate more of your pizza. You weren’t in the mood for more of Chaerin’s deep talks.

“(y/n) wake up.” A familiar voice brought you out of your comatose like state, and your eyes fluttered open. You looked up, as you were bathed in the golden chains that was the sun. In front of you was a face, a face you haven’t seen in five years.

“Grandma?” You whispered out. Where were you? You looked above your head and instead of the sun it was actually night, and you were under millions of colorful paper lanterns. You were at the lotus lantern festival, it was one of your favorite events, because it was another time of the year where your grandmother would dress you up in your hanbok, and she would wear hers, so the two of you could watch all of the lights. You noticed that your blisters were gone from your hands, at your wrists was covered in the gold embroidery was stitched on to the sleeves of your childhood hanbok. If you looked down to your feet, they were hidden by the blue fabric of your bell skirt.

“(y/n) go and play, your friend is waiting for you.” Your grandmother crouched down to your level and held you close, as she pointed in the direction of boy. He was standing in the middle of everyone he was also in festival dress. He had round cheeks that were plump, just like his lips. His eyes and nose had a familiar face, one you have seen before. Something was drawing you to him, and took one step after another in your tiny hwahyejang (shoes that go with the hanbok). You could have sworn you did not know this boy, but you did at the same time. a face you know, but could not put a name to. You tugged at his sleeve and he turned to face you, now you could see him full on, not just his side profile.

“Do you want to play with me?”

Jimin sat up in his bed in a cold sweat. It wasn’t hot in October, but he was still perspiring. The little girl’s voice was haunting his mind, she was a cute little girl bright eyes that were never one solid color. Different greens and blues would flit around quickly, she had fluffy cheeks, and medium sized lips. Most of her tiny body swallowed in blue, from the fabric of her skirt, and cute headband held her bangs back, shadows and reflections from the lanterns that hung above their heads danced across her skin, she had a bright smile, that just yelled fun. It was a face that was almost recognizable, but no name came to his mind when he saw the little girl.

You were rudely awaken when the sleep was shaken out of you. Your eyes rolled to the front of your head, and was met with the harsh factory lights of Delladova. Your eyes almost watered from the pain of lights.

“(y/n) you fell asleep here?! No wonder you didn’t come home, you’re lucky we have that GPS in your phone, or else there would have been a massive manhunt for you.” You didn’t know what time it was, but it was already too early for your mother to be yelling at you. When you finally got your brain back in your skull you started to get back work, despite the pain in your hand. Pain, didn’t matter to you anymore, you learned how to numb it out while you worked. You were sitting at a sewing machine sewing more pointe shoes, when your mother sat next to you.

“(y/n) can you go get Sehwa from ballet today? Most of my dancers have shows coming up and they need shoes. Your father has an appointment with ballet companies, and Jaewook will be at study hall tonight.” She said, you nodded response. It was the least you could do, you weren’t there at night to help in the house, and you weren’t there in the morning to help, you also didn’t drop Sehwa off at the bus, so someone else had to do it. You knew you had to leave an hour earlier than Sehwa’s dance practice, just to get there. So you planned to leave at seven, and just take the rest of the day off.

You worked all day until it was ten minutes before seven. When you stood up, you got a news alert saying that a few lines in the subway were down, and could not be rode. Just by luck, the one to Sehwa’s studio was closed. You were going to have to take the bus now, and the bus was slower than the train. You mentally cringed at your horrible luck and stood up so you could walk out. You walked to the bus station that would bring you closest to Studio 8. While you were waiting for the bus, a blue sports car you were well antiquated with pulled up.

“What are you doing here (y/n)?”

“Well doesn’t this feel all too familiar Park Jimin?” You answered, there was no sarcasm or malice in your tone.

“I was picking up costumes. Now why are you at a bus stop?”

“I need to pick up my little sister from ballet, and the bus is the only way I can get there right now, the trains are closed.”

“Get in,” Jimin said.

“What?”

“I said get in, I’ll drive you.” Jimin said, enunciating every syllable in a teasing way. You pulled the car door open, sat in the passenger seat.

“I’ll type in the address,” you said, and Jimin obliged, and handed you his unlocked phone. You typed in the address of the studio and gave it back to Jimin. You looked in the back of Jimin’s car and saw there were three costumes. A blue costume, that was plain, but the chest was decorated in many shades of blue feathers. There was a long sleeved white jacket that was embroidered in intricate patterns of gold, and white lace around the sleeves. The last one was a jacket with the vest made of a shiny matte gold fabric, and the collar was made of a blue, it was a soft blue tinted green, that gave an off blue look. It kind of reminded you of chlorine water. Each article of clothing was separated by the plastic film of dry cleaning bags.

When you arrived at the studio, you were twenty minutes early. Since you took Jimin's car, you were able to get there faster than by bus or train. Jimin put the car in park and shut off the ignition, he was about to open the car door until you stopped him.

"What are you doing?" You asked.

"Getting out of the car obviously."

"Then why? You can just leave when I'm gone."

"And how are you going to get home?"

"I'll find my way." You said not missing a beat.

"What if-"

"I don't care if you think it's unsafe for me."

"I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about Sehwa's safety. What are you going to do?" You bit your lip as you contemplated your options. You hated to admit it, but he was right.

"Fine, but I'm doing this for Sehwa."

"Then I guess we have mutual motives.” Jimin said as he walked with you into the building. Now that you were out of the car, you could finally see Jimin. He was wearing all black today. He had on a warm turtle neck that went up to his chin, that was under a leather jacket, with black jeans, and lastly he had on a pair of sunglasses that protected his sensitive eyes. You two sat together in the waiting room with the other moms.

“My aren’t you two a pair of young parents.” Lady said nicely, “how old are you?”

“We are not parents, I’m just waiting for my little sister.” You said, quickly.

“What a nice boyfriend you have there, he went with you to see your little sister.” Another mother added.

“I am not her boyfriend-”

“He’s an acquaintance, we’re co-workers.” You said, cutting Jimin off. “He only drove me here.”

“He drove you here?” The second mother said.

“If you ask me, he probably wants to be more than co-workers.” The first mother said, winking.

“Never going to happen, I am fine right where I am.”

“Aw, you might’ve just broken his heart.” The second mother said, teasingly nudging you.

“(y/n) you have left me wounded.” Jimin said, feigning pain.

“You’ll be mortally wounded, if you don’t stop.” You hissed through your teeth.

All the little girls started coming out from class wearing their little pink tutus that flounced as the ran out to see their guardians. There were girls from age six to twelve, they were all so so tiny and innocent you thought. Some of the older girls started to recognize Jimin.

“Oh my god, is that Park Jimin?”

“It really is him?”

“I love him so much, he’s such a great dancer.”

“Why is he here?” Chatter started to erupt around him, and Jimin was flooded by little girls in pink who wanted pictures and autographs. He obliged, because he didn’t want to be rude in front of the girls’ guardians.

“Unnie!!" Sehwa came running to you. You squatted down to her height with your arms open. Sehwa leaped into your arms and you held her close.

“How’s my girl? I haven’t seen you since the other day.”

“Yeah, Unnie wasn’t there why?” She asked pouting, you were about to answer but, “Because of me.” You turned around to see Jimin walking towards you and Sehwa.

“Unnie, you know Park Jimin?!” Sehwa squealed, Sehwa was also a fan of Jimin. She’s seen him dance when you took her to Chaerin’s recitals at Etre.

“You know how Unnie makes shoes right?” Sehwa nodded her little head.

“Well I make shoes for Jimin to dance in now. Yesterday, Unnie was with Jimin because I had to take care of him. Jimin was sick.” You explained your absence.

“Like husband and wife?” Sehwa asked, tilting her head. Jimin almost snorted with laughter, and your cheeks burned.

“Sehwa why would you say that?” You said.

“Because Unnie said that when you are with someone you love, you will take care of them no matter what.” Sehwa answered dutifully. Jimin was touched by her cuteness, and the more he looked at her, the more he realized she looked a like the girl from his dreams. Was that her? The little girl who asked him to play with her, she seemed outgoing enough.

“I did say that, but Jimin and I do not love each other Sehwa.” You said.

“Unnie, you said it was bad to lie.” Sehwa said flatly. Jimin almost lost it, Sehwa definitely got her bluntness from you.

“Sehwa I am one hundred percent telling the truth.” You said, Sehwa rolled her eyes.

“Whatever you say Unnie.” She said, and walked off to get her dance bag. When she came back with her bag she grabbed your hand and offered her hand out to Jimin. Jimin gladly took it because he thought Sehwa was super cute, and he also didn’t want to suffer the consequences from you if he didn’t. The three you walked hand in hand together to Jimin’s car, and Sehwa would swing yours and Jimin’s hands. Also she would fiddle with the rings that were on Jimin’s fingers on the hand that held hers. She’s never seen anyone wear as many rings as he does, and you barely wore rings because of work. You and Jimin were going to put Sehwa in the back seat, but all of his costumes took up the seats, and she didn’t have a car seat. So she was going have to sit in your lap, yeah, it was illegal, but maybe it was the safer option? You didn’t know.

“Isn’t this car cool like Jimin oppa, Unnie?” Sehwa asked as she sat in her lap.

“Yes, Jimin oppa is really cool.” Jimin said quickly.

“The car is cool, but I’m not too sure if the driver is cool too.” You answered.

“Sehwa, you also shouldn’t call Jimin oppa, you only met him today.” You scolded. Sehwa pouted and nodded her head up and down.

“it’s okay Sehwa, you can call me ‘Jimin oppa’ if you want. I’ll be your older brother.” Jimin said, as he took one hand off of the steering wheel and pat Sehwa’s head.

“See Jimin oppa will be my other oppa next to Jaewook oppa. Is that okay Unnie?” Sehwa asked turning to face you. You couldn’t say no, you nodded your head yes. Jimin remembered your house address, so he knew where to go.

“So Sehwa are you going to Etre when you grow up?” Jimin asked.

“Yes, I want to be just like Chaerin unnie, and be able to have a partner like her. I want to try to dance with another person.” Sehwa said excitedly. Ballet was Sehwa’s passion that she carried from you and Jaewook. Sehwa turned her head to see the glittering costumes in Jimin’s back seat.

“Jimin oppa,” Jimin hummed in response. “are those your costumes? are you going to be a prince?”

“Well aren’t you smart Sehwa? Those are my costumes for Prince Florimund in ‘Sleeping Beauty’.” Jimin answered.

“I love ‘Sleeping Beauty’, Unnie took me to watch ‘Sleeping Beauty’ at the national ballet. She had to work very hard for those tickets, she told me she had to make many pointe shoes to get those tickets.” Your cheeks flushed from embarrassment. It was good Sehwa was friendly and could talk to people, but sometimes she would let too much slip out. Jimin and Sehwa talked all the way to your house, you didn’t think Jimin could be this talkative, because Chaerin would say that he didn’t talk much in school, especially to other girls. When you got back to your house you stepped out of Jimin’s car carrying Sehwa and her bag.

“Did you want to come in? For tea or coffee?” You offered, as you adjusted Sehwa in your arms. Jimin pursed his lips out and thought about your offer. He was in a mental battle with himself, would his heart falter more, would he get hurt like last night.

“Uh, sure. Coffee would be nice.” He said smiling.

“Follow me.” You said as you opened the gate your house. Expertly you held Sehwa in one arm as you unlocked the door. When the door opened you were greeted with a dark house, no one was home yet. You stepped in your house and took off yours and Sehwa’s shoes, with Jimin following en suite. You set Sehwa down so she could go change into cleaner clothes, she sprinted into your room to change quickly. Jimin followed you through your house and he noticed a picture on the wall. He saw a framed picture of Sehwa in her hanbok. Now he knew that little girl wasn’t Sehwa, Sehwa had different hanbok from the other girl in his dream. Next t Sehwa’s picture was another little girl, that looked similar to her, but she was different in facial features. She was sitting in a swing with an elderly lady behind pushing the swing. The girl had a mega watt smile, and the sky blue skirt caught his eye. It was all coming together, from the hair, to the hanbok, and the smile, the girl in the dream was you as a girl.

“Jimin are you coming?” You called out from the kitchen, Jimin pulled himself out from his day dream and walked into the kitchen.

“You and Sehwa really looked alike when you were her age.” Jimin said, as you set down a mug of coffee in front of him.

“Oh yeah? Well, I say she is the prettier one though.” You said, joking.

“You are right, Sehwa is super adorable.” Jimin said, and took a sip of his coffee.

“Unnie, I am hungry what is for dinner?” Sehwa asked as she came out from your room. Jimin noticed that he was intruding in your house and got up.

“I should probably go, you know I have curfew.’ You understood and walked him out to the door. Sehwa ran and wrapped her arms around Jimin’s black jean clad legs.

“Good bye Jimin oppa, I’ll see you later okay?” She said looking up, Jimin smiled and mused her hair once more

“Good bye Jimin.” You said as you waved.

“I’ll see you around (y/), Sehwa.” Jimin said, he wasn’t sure if he should hug you or walk away. He’s never hug any other girl his age, so it was safe not to hug you. He turned and walked to his car. You watched him get in his car and speed away. You walked back into your house and cooked dinner for Sehwa.

“Unnie, I think Jimin oppa really likes you.” Sehwa as said as you two ate.

“What makes you say that?”

“He is the only boy who’s ever agreed to come to our house.” You brought your hand to your face, because your seven year old little sister just dried roasted you.

+8 82- ***-****: Yoo Miju I want to met with you at the cafe near Etre, just you. Yourself.

Yoo Miju: Who is this? And how did you get my number?

+8 82-***-****: This is Kang Duhi, the second year B rank student

Yoo Miju: Well lose my number Kang Dahui, I have no business in talking to you.

+8 82-***-****: Are you sure about that?

+8 82-***-**** It’s about your partner Jimin and his maker, dandelion. Let me know if you interested.

Yoo Miju:.....what day and what time do you want to meet?

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