Good Dancer.

I FOLLOWED HIM FROM his back and I couldn't lie that I was still doubting when he said he has remember where his friend's apartment was placed. But having no other choices, I had to follow him then we ended up standing in front of a hazel colored door which looked kind of fancy.

I changed my standing position then waited for his friend to open the door while hiding behind of Jimin. Even he isn't that tall to cover my figure, but at least he's a few centimeters taller than me.

Waiting patiently after Jimin knocks the door, his friend finally opened the door with a big smile plastered on his small face. A pair of cute and adorable dimples popped up, making me to let out a small giggle silently.

As he looked at Jimin, he began to speak. "Hi. Long time no see, " he smiled then pulled Jimin's arm into the house but stopped when Jimin refused to move.

"I bring a friend with me. " He moved aside to show me to his friend. His action was like I was his girlfriend and he was trying to introduce me to his friend. As the thing being said, the guy looked at me and smiled sheepishly.

"Ah, sorry. I didn't notice you were there, " he rubbed the back side of his neck. Feeling quite happy to have a new friend, he gave me his hand to shake with. It didn't take me so long to respond and shook our hands. "I'm Namjoon. How bout you? " He asked.

"I'm Jieun. Jimin's friend. " I smiled with the most friendly way.

After shaking our hands and knowing each others names, he invited the both of us to come in. "I thought there's a party here? " I asked in confusion when I saw there was no one in the house except me and Jimin.

Namjoon stopped walking, "Oh. Jimin didn't tell you? I held the party last night and Jimin said he couldn't make it so I make this small party to make it up with him. " He told me.

I nodded in response then turned to Jimin. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. Are you disappointed now? " He asked.

I wasn't actually mad. Instead, I found that it was quite good since it won't be awkward because I just had to talk to him and Namjoon and I technically don't have to struggle to get along with people I don't know. I smiled then shook my head. "It's alright, though. I'm fine, "

"So, anyone wants cake? " Namjoon asked with a plate full of various flavours of cakes in his hand.

We had a small talk while enjoying the cake. I honestly was amazed by the sweet taste of the carrot cake. I don't really eat vegetables but who expects that carrots could turn into a delicious cake like this?

As I was drown in a delusional world of the sweet cake, I realized that Namjoon was asking me a question. "Jieun? Are you hearing me? " He clapped his hands in front of my face and on the other hand, Jimin was laughing at me.

"Yeah, what is it? " I blinked.

"I asked you how did you know Jimin? Are you two friends since high school? Or you guys went to the same college? " He asked.

After he finished talking, I glanced at Jimin to see if he wants to answer the question. But seeing him being all quiet, I guessed that he wanted me to be the one who answers his question.

"I'm actually his housemate. " I simply answered.

Namjoon was somehow impressed by my answer. He furrowed his eyebrows then looked at Jimin who was casually eating his cake. "You guys are housemate? That's— cool. " He commented.

"Jimin is usually not talkative to girls. I barely got to see him talking to girls except for his mom, relatives and some random girls who flirt with him. So knowing that he has a girl housemate is kind of shocking. " He whispered but I think Jimin heard it.

"There's nothing weird of me having a girl housemate. What's the matter? We're friends now. I have talked to her a lot today." He scoffed at the thing Namjoon threw at him.

Knowing that Jimin is a type of person who'd get offended easily, he laughed then patted his shoulder. "You know I'm just kidding, right? "

Jimin just sighed, then continued eating his cake to let Namjoon and I have a bit more conversation. "So where do you used to study before? What course did you take? " He seemed interested to know about the course I took in college.

I cleared my throat, "I took degree in art course. And now I'm working at an art museum. "

He mouthed an O, then nodded his head slowly. "I thought you're a dancer. I mean, you've the look though. Your height, weight and body proportion is perfect. I bet that you've a flexible body. " He said after been looking at me for a quite long time. No wonder he kept his eyes glued on me for the past few minutes.

I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear then gave him a small smile. "Why do you say so? " I asked.

He shrugged, "Well. Both of Jimin and I are dancers. Jimin has his own studio and I work for him. I've met so many types of dancers and most of them have body like your. That's why I thought you were a dancer. But seems like I was wrong. " He chuckled.

With the new information he told me, I turned to look at Jimin then raised an eyebrow. "You own a studio? " I asked. It was cool to know that I'm living with a man who can dance. It'd be nice as I can learn some new steps of dancing.

Jimin just gave me a slumber look then nodded his head slowly. Namjoon saw my face as if I was expecting more emotions from Jimin but it seemed like he tended to stay quiet and continued eating his cake. In order to avoid me from feeling awkward or anything else, he suddenly let out a small chuckle to make me looked at him. "Anyway, do you love baby crabs? " He changed the topic.

"Er, yes I do. " I face palmed.

After spending about 2 hours at Namjoon's house, Jimin finally gave me a signal that he wanted to leave. Heaving a deep sigh, I looked at the baby crabs that Namjoon was holding and smiled. He had been playing with those three little crabs like for an hour now.

I can say that he loves crabs so much.

As I was drown in my own thought, Jimin suddenly patted my shoulder and made me to look at him. "I'm going to take my things in his store. Can you wait for awhile? " He asked.

"Oh, sure. " I nodded then sat beside Namjoon while waiting for Jimin to come back.

Finally coming back into the reality, he looked at me who was sitting beside him. "You're going back already? " He asked.

"Yeah, " I answered.

"Alright then. Anyway, I'm happy to know you. You're like a good type of a girl. " He smiled sweetly.

Earning a good impression from him, a smile crept on my face as I didn't have much of guy friends except for Jungkook. And I'd probably will be more closer to Jimin after this since he's now my housemate. Maybe it was one of the reasons why Jungkook didn't like the idea of me moving in to live with a guy. He's probably afraid that I might ditch him. As I was busy with my thoughts about Jungkook, I felt like someone was scooting closer to me and realized that it was Namjoon. "Hey, I wanna ask you something, " he said slowly, more like whispering.

I moved my eyes onto him then raised an eyebrow as the way he talked was a bit weird and making me suspicious. "What is it, Joon? " I asked. He looked around before asking, making sure that Jimin's wasn't there. When he thinks everything was secured and safe, he turned back to look at me.

"Who suggested you to stay at Jimin's house? Was it Taehyung? " He asked slowly.

I furrowed my brows, looking sort of confused. "You know Taehyung too? " I asked. He nodded.

"Yeah, we're friends. He used to work at Jimin's studio as a vocal coach but when his dad started getting sick, he decided to resign from the studio to take care of his dad's company. " He explained. "He loves his job as a vocal coach but he has to do his responsibility as the only son of the family. "

Namjoon suddenly told me everything at once. Even it was quite unusual, but I enjoyed hearing the story. "I see, " I nodded.

"Besides being the owner of the studio and a dancer, is Jimin is a vocal couch as well? Cause I can tell it by his sweet voice. It's really soothing and calming even I've never hear him singing. " I stated.

Hearing my question, he shrugged then leaned back to the chair. "Yes, he has a really good voice but he's not a vocal couch. And, even everyone calls him a professional dancer, he refused to believe it and keep the talent himself. He barely go to the studio like he used to and will only visit it like only a few times a month. " He sighed. Something didn't sound right.

"I think he wants to stop dancing. " Namjoon started sounding sad as his voice trailed off.

"What do you mean? Why he doesn't go to the studio anymore? And, what's the reason that made him to stop dancing? " I asked in interest. It's rare to know that someone suddenly wants to stop doing something they love. I'd never do that.

His eyes were moving weakly, trying to let me know that it was hard for him to say the thing. With a sigh being heaved, he opened his mouth and started talking. "Dancing had always been his passion. " He stated.

"Until he has a decease called minor amnesia. " His face saddened as he said those words and so did my heart. It was somehow heart breaking to know that he stopped doing things he loves because of the decease he has.

Gasping, "Does it mean he doesn't remember anything about his past? " I wanted to know.

"No. It's not like that, " he shook his head to show that I was wrong. "Since it's just a minor amnesia, he can still remember some of his past. But he lost some of his memory. What breaks my heart was to know that he couldn't remember that he was a good dancer." He said.

"He was a dancer teacher and he enjoyed doing that. Like what I said, it's his passion. But after the car accident, he lost some of his memory and— yeah, you know. " He smiled weakly, remembering all the moments they had to go through.

But however, he was glad that they did it together and Jimin is now back to normal. Even he couldn't remember who he used to be.

"So he involved in a car accident? " I asked softly. That was tragic. I don't know how I'd feel if I was on his place.

Looking at his sad face, I patted his back and tried to say something comforting. "It's alright, Joon. At least he's fine now and you got to see him everyday. That's great enough, right? " I tried to cheer him up.

As he, himself, didn't want me to feel bad or seeing his down side, he forced a smile then nodded his head. "Yeah. You're right, "

Then, Jimin showed up in the living room. "Can we go now? " He asked, totally had no idea about what just happened. As he spotted Namjoon's sad face, he stopped walking then stared at his face. "Are you okay? You look a bit— pale? " He couldn't tell about what was going on.

Namjoon knows that Jimin was concerned about him. So he changed his face expression right away as he didn't want him to know that he was sad. "Pale? You're talking nonsense, though. I'm just surprised that my baby crabs are now all grown up. Can't wait to let them go at the beach soon," he lied.

Gladly, Jimin believed his lie. He looked at me, "Are you ready to go home now? " He asked.

When I looked at his face, I smiled. This time, the way I looked at him was different. Who expects that a guy like him who looks absolutely normal, nice and have a warm personality had to went through such a hard time. Forgetting who you used to be isn't as easy as it looks. It can be hurt for someone who appreciate themselves.

"Sure, " I answered.

We got into the car and I wore the seatbelt right away, waiting for Jimin to do the same then start the car engine. But instead of doing so, he took a few moment to stare at the steering wheel then somehow was glancing at me.

I could feel his eyes were secretly looking at me as if there was something he wanted to say. Not to make it complicated, I turned to look at him then asked, "Is there anything you want to say? "

With the thing being asked, he cleared his throat then touched his nose slowly. Finding himself was stuck between the choices of whether to ask me or not, he heaved a sigh then looked down at his lap. "Actually, I want to ask you about Namjoon. " He spoke.

I raised an eyebrow, "Namjoon? " I asked. "What's wrong with him? "

He shrugged his shoulders then shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with him. It's just— I could feel that he was lying when he said he was fine. I mean, I can clearly see his sad face though. You saw it too, right? " He asked in concern.

He seemed like he believed what Namjoon told him but deep inside, he was actually doubting about it but he just shrugged it off because he didn't want Namjoon to feel bad. I love the way he accepted the lies people tell him but doesn't believe any of it.

"Jieun? Are you listening? " He asked, realizing that I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. I blinked.

"Maybe it's just your feelings. He's fine. Really, " I denied.

He sighed softly, "You sure? " He asked. "Alright then. Glad to know that. " He nodded his head and finally started the car engine.

At home

I put my things on the couch, sighing tiredly then rubbed the back of my neck gently, trying to ease the slight pain that I was feeling. I heard a noise of Jimin putting his car key on the counter, making me to look at him. Without thinking, I called his name. "Jimin, " he looked at me.

Raising an eyebrow, he waited for me to say something after calling his name. "Is there anything I could help? " He asked.

As my eyes were looking at him, I just gave him a small smile then shook my head. "It's alright. I just want to say that, " I stopped and he waited for me to finish my sentence.

"Yes? " He asked.

With no doubts, I finished my sentence. "You're a good dancer, though. Really. " I smiled assuredly. Confused by my words, he shrugged and smiled awkwardly.

"Thanks, "

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[A/N]

I've been quite busy lately. Doing things. Anyway, stay healthy and don't go out. It's dangerous out there.