Pt 1

It was another late day at work, and by day, it can mean night and by night, well... who works at hours like these? The answer to that question, Park Jimin did.

The clock marked 3.31 AM, Jimin hated how uneven it looked on the clock, regardless he was just now starting to dance again after taking his first small break of his night. Ever since his last class finished at around 10.30 PM he had been left alone where he kept working on next week's choreographies.

The beat started playing again and Jimin’s body moved swiftly to its sound, over and over again until he was sure he did it as perfectly as he envisioned it in his head. He wanted the choreography to be in place so that next week when he presented it to his class, he could help out anyone else who looked like they were having a hard time, but for that Jimin felt like he needed to do it until it felt perfect to him, or until someone stopped him. That was the case that day, as well as all of the other regular Friday nights where he worked relentlessly till his own body gave out.

That was the routine. Every week there was a new choreography for his classes. And at the end of it, they’d dance through it as a whole class and record individual shots so that it could be posted on the dance studio’s social media page. Hoseok had come up with that idea and at first Jimin wasn’t sure about it, afraid people would tear apart his student's insecurities, like it had once happened to him back in his beginner days. But now, he loved it and worked harder than any other dance teacher at the studio to make sure all of the choreos would turn out amazing.

So, as he always did, Jimin stood in his class room. One that felt like, more often than not, his comfort space rather than the room where he worked hours on end, perfecting every step he had come up with. He felt good about his skills, those were never questioned or doubted, but he also wanted to give the best he could to his students who were just as dedicated as Jimin was. Sometimes, not often but not that scarcely either, he felt as though he wasn’t the best person to help them grow. Jimin knew he was good at dancing but he still felt like he lacked in teaching others to use their talents like he had learned to do himself.

He still kept dancing despite all of his colliding thoughts. His passion seemed to be bigger than his worries and that kept him going with everything he did regarding it. Regardless of all insecurities, Jimin loved what he did at the studio. Teaching and dancing along with people who seemed to love dance just as much as Jimin did compensated all the boring meetings he had to attend has a managing director, a role given to him and one that he did not want.

Just as Jimin’s thoughts seemed to start to dissipate, allowing him to finally enjoy it all, the music abruptly stopped and with it so did his body. Jimin looked at where his laptop was sitting, spotting Hoseok lifting his finger from the bar space.

Hoseok, 26, was not only Jimin's, 24, boss and owner of the dance studio but was also his roommate and best friend. It was hard juggling all that sometimes, both were stubborn in many ways regarding many things. However somewhat, somehow, they made it work in all those areas. When Hoseok gave Jimin the managing director role, the youngest grumbled but took it, aware that his friend knew what he was doing, even if Jimin didn't see it clearly right away. Hoseok was the type to push and cheer Jimin on to do his best, he had never doubted his talent, being part of the reason as to why Jimin had gained so much confidence in it to begin with, but the boss was also the first to force Jimin to rest, especially when the blonde dancer refused to stop.

“Hyung-”

“No, I know what you’re going to say.” Hoseok shook his head “You should go sleep. There’s still a few days to go before you have to teach the choreography and you’re already doing great on it.”

“I can still work a few more hours though. It won't hurt me” Jimin insisted heading over to his laptop. “And I still have to record the video so I don’t forget the steps in case something happens.”

“Yes, it will hurt you. And you can record it tomorrow, nothing’s gonna happen to you.” his friend insisted almost dragging him away from the laptop “Now let's go home together, there’s no need for you to spend money on a taxi.”

“But it’s not fair...” he whined “Why do you get to stay here and work till late and I don’t?”

“No whining! Unless you wanna stay here doing accounting work with me, we’re going home. Don’t you have the recording session with Namjoon in like 6 hours anyways?" Hoseok checked his watch "You should be resting your body and voice.”

“Ew, no accounting please." It should be noted, Park Jimin hated doing administration work, his best field was clearly, and withouth any doubt in his mind, teaching. "Okay fine. Ugh... I almost forgot about Namjoon Hyung... Let's go.”

“Exactly! Plus, you have time.” Hoseok said in a laid-back manner “Your soulmate isn’t gonna bump shoulders with you tomorrow! You can rest assured.”

“Don’t even joke about it.” Jimin huffed grabbing his stuff from his small office as following his best friend onto their small underground parking lot.

By the time they got home

To Be Continued...

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