Jimin roamed his eyes across the flyer in his hands and excitedly bites onto his lips. He turned back to the person who was handing out the flyers by the main entrance of the college building and taps their shoulder gently.

“Yes?” The girl looked at him over her shoulder, her thick rimmed glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose.

“For this dance program,” Jimin began, referring to the flyer in his hand. “Are we allowed to use the college's dance studio?”

The girl gently pushed her glasses up and smiled sweetly at him. “Yes you can but you need to get permission from the head office.”

“Ah, I see. Thank you!” Jimin nodded more to himself, glancing back at the flyer as he turned around and began to head inside the halls.

“What's this?” Jiwoo questioned, coming up from behind Jimin and snatching the flyer from his hands. It took her a few seconds to read over it before dramatically gasping. “A dance program? Woah! Jimin, you gotta enter!”

He chuckled as she waved the flyer in his face. Pushing down her hand, he took back the flyer and proceeded to stuff it inside his bag with a strap that was slung on one shoulder and ran across his chest.

“I am going to enter,” He says, grinning along with Jiwoo who appeared to be more giddy and excited than he was. “And hopefully I'll be able to get into it, I really can't wait.”

“Hopefully? Hopefully?!” Jiwoo let out a scoff and folded her arms below her chest. “Are you really doubting your dancing skills, at this moment? Must I remind you of everything you've achieve so far? It's because you are so frickin‘ talented, Mr. Park!”

Jimin's ears had turned a bright red from not only her calling him Mr. Park while smacking his ass that had caught turning heads of other students but also her praises. He covered half his face with the sleeve of his jacket and ducked his head from everyone's questioning gazes.

Jiwoo on the contrary was walking with confidence and stuck out her chin in the air, flipping the locks of her hair over her shoulder. The mere sight of Jiwoo had Jimin breaking out in laughter and at this point he didn't care who looked and who judged.

———

Jimin pressed the button to the speaker, his ears perking up as the music began to circulate the college's white dance studio. He was free for an hour or two before his next lecture and Jimin had taken the opportunity to request permission and utilise the time to practice.

Jimin began to enjoy the music as he moved to the centre of room and took a deep breath, readying to be undone and flow as one with the music. There was no lie that Jimin was going to practice a lot more than usual in order to get into the program.

It'll be the first dance program for him, in America.

———

Jimin had no idea what the auditoriums in American colleges were used for, because he was used to having the auditorium for all sorts of reasons. From festivals, to announcements, to shows and performances.

Perhaps he could say that the auditoriums in America were used for one thing, and that was auditioning for a position in the dance program.

“Park Jimin?” Jimin walked on stage and faced the team leader in front of him.

He blinked at the sight of the boy and furrowed his brows as he stared for a bit, for the team leader resembles a bit like someone he knew but Jimin couldn't remember nor pinpoint who.

“You're Park Jimin?” The team leader, who's name was Hoshi, asked once while gancing up from their clipboard.

Jimin nodded his head confidently. “Yeah, that's me. Would you like me to perform first of would you like to ask the questions before?”

Hoshi stared a bit longer at Jimin before blowing out a heavy sigh. Twirling a pen between his fingers, blonde boy looked back down at the clipboard and ran the black ink of the pen across Jimin's name.

“Fine, go ahead.” Hoshi nodded, taking a step back and squeezing the clipboard underneath his arm as he crossed them above his chest.

Jimin brought in his lips and moisturized it in anticipation. Selecting the song from his playlist, 24H. A Japanese song by a Korean boy group. The boy placed it on the ground and stepped back to do the performance he had practiced diligently.

Hoshi had blank stare and pursued on his face as he watched Jimin moved his body. Hoshi could see the the boy was full of passion when dancing, his facial expression on point with emotion.

Hosh's eyes traveled from the boy's face, downwards his body. Jimin had wore a special outfit that fitted well with the song and the blonde boy couldn't keep his eyes off of him.

Jimin was dancing in a pair of tight black pants and a coat like blazer that was cropped, showing off the hardened muscles and bellybutton. Hoshi tried to focus on the performance but his eyes kept luring themselves towards the boys abs.

The boy was magnificent, physically and talent wise. Hoshi didn't mind to admit to himself but instead of feeling a sense of overwhelming pride for finding another passionate dancer like himself— all Hoshi could feel was burning jealous.

Like hell he was going to let this person be even close to his level.

“That's enough,” Hoshi suddenly said, shaking his head.

Jimin did as told, coming to slow stop and panted gently. Looking at Hoshi with big curious eyes as to why the boy had stopped him.

Going up to snatch back his phone and stop the music, Jimin used the back part of his palm to wipe away the sweat. “Are you going to ask the questions now or do you want to see another performance?”

“There's no need to.” Hoshi said, gesturing for Jimin to get off the stage for the next stage.

Jimin who hadn't caught onto what was happening, innocently tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

Hoshi exaggerated his sigh, this time and pointed with a stiff finger towards the stairs that led down the stage platform. “I'm saying that you're not good enough, now get off for the next person.”

It felt like a stab to his stomach as he let the words to sink in. After all the practicing he had done, preparing for this moment— he was so easily discarded one side without even finishing the performance.

Jimin fluttered his lips open and closed it like a fish out of the water before nodding and doing as he was asked to. Once Jimin had left the auditorium, he was surprised by Jiwoo who had jumped on top of his back as a sneak attack.

“So? So? When do y'all start?!” She asked, excitedly.

He chuckled and untangled her arms around his neck as she slid herself down. He turned around to face her and gave her a soft smile. “I didn't make it in.”

Jiwoo blinked, her smile dropping. “What? What are you talking about, how can you not get accepted?! Were they blind when you were performing?”

He let out a sheepish smile. Waving a dismissing hand in front of his face, He began to walk down that halls. “Let it be, not all things go a person's way.”

Jiwoo pursed her lips and stared at him while he tried to avoid eye contact. She was gonna say something but held back and gave me a sour smile, instead.

“Whatever,” She muttered, looking down. “Once they realise how much of a talent they had let slip through their fingers, they'll regret it.”

Jimin doesn't reply or react to her statement, getting lost in his own thoughts and mind. No matter what he could say and smile, it couldn't change the emotions he felt underneath his skin.

Was Jimin losing his touch?

———

Taemin patted down the quiet hallway with his bag slung on his shoulder. Hands stuffed into the comforts of his pockets to keep them warm in this chilly, afternoon weather. There were a few people roamed around, getting ready to their final lectures of the day and some just waiting for their friends.

Taemin was free from lectures but he didn't feel like going home, any time soon. He was walking passed the the auditorium when he stopped in his tracks and turned to face the half open door.

Loud music was playing inside and it only perked up his interest even more. Taemin sneaked himself inside the dark auditorium, the only source of light were the on the stage. Taemin narrowed his eyes, noticing someone spinning and dancing on top of the podium.

‘What the hell are they doing?’ Taemin thought to himself, walking deeper into the auditorium before leaning against a wall in the darkness.

It was when the mysterious person halted after a twirl and reached out their hand forward, as if asking for help, was when Taemin had realised that the dancing guy was non other than Jimin.

A thought had crossed Taemin's mind, reminding him of the dance program that was going on. Was Jimin going to enter? Taemin pursed his lips and kept silent, watching as the boy continued to dance is heart out.

But something didn't feel normal, for Taemin's gut began to twist as he noticed how aggressive and fast Jimin's moves had become.

'Something isn't right...' Taemin thought to himself, pushing his physique off of the wall.

Taemin took a step forward, ready to go up to Jimin when a figure had flew passed him. Their long hair flapping behind them as she ran up onto the podium, wrapping her arms around Jimin's body.

It was Jiwoo.

Swallowing a thick lump in his throat, Taemin slowly turned around to leave. Jimin's sudden cries that began to echo throughout the auditorium and it only made Taemin to rush away.

'What was I even thinking?' Taemin thought to himself, pacing down the hallway and bumping into a few other students.

Taemin knew for a fact that he had no right to approach and inquire Jimin of his troubles. But the sound of Jimin's broken sobs struck deeper than he thought and reminded him of himself.