My heart raced as I took each step towards the door.
Is she really in trouble?
Or is my brain fooling me??..
Please be alright Yunjin, your Jiminie is here..
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The club had thorns on it..
Like it was specially designed for beating her.
The thor...
A/n: This episode is inspired by Luminary by Joel Sunny.
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NB: Thoughts are highlighted in italic style.
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Enjoy!
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3rd Person POV:
The preparations for the upcoming art exhibition buzzed through the corridors of Seongsu University of Arts and Management, casting an air of excitement and creativity over the students.
Everyone is going to be very busy for 6 days including today.
Yunjin, with her passion for painting, and Jimin, with his love for dance, were immersed in their respective preparations.
The day began with a burst of energy as Jimin eagerly headed to the dance studio.
"Luminary by Joel Sunny" echoed through the empty room as he practiced his ballet choreography.
Each movement flowed seamlessly, a delicate balance of strength and grace, mirroring the emotions that stirred within him. With each step and movements, Jimin poured his heart and soul into his performance, the music guiding his every step.
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Jimin POV:
The corridors of our University were alive with eagerness for the upcoming art exhibition.
As expected everybody is busy in their own way to prepare their masterpieces, like me.
As I made my way to the dance studio, I felt a surge of energy. Today, I was not just a dancer; I was a storyteller, ready to translate my emotions into movements.
And I had to give my best to show off my talent, my love for my passion. To impress my IDOL. And to make my Yunjin proud of me. My tutor also... Oh I'm sorry I didn't mention anything about him.
Taemin sunbaenim, Actually, He's our senior. After graduation, he decided to stay in the University as a Dance Tutor. His skills are surreal, the body movements are flexible as water. I'm lucky to have him as my teacher.
The studio was my comfort place after my apartment, the place where I could lose myself in the music and let my body speak.
I chose "𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲" by Joel Sunny for my choreography.
It's not just a song, It's an emotion, a portal to a fantasy world, it is something which connects the truths untold, which keeps the lovers together. That's why I chose this song.
The soft music filled the room, its melody in unison with my heartbeat. I danced, each leap and turn an echo of my innermost feelings.
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I let my body feel the song, and my mind delve deep into the rhythm. I was lost in the music.
I imagined Yunjin's reaction after seeing my performance. My cutie pie cheering for me among the audience.. Her being proud of me..
"Should I tell her? I'm going to call her. Where she might be right now?"
I thought for a moment where she might be right now, then it struck my head. I know where she is. The art studio...
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3rd Person POV:
As he perfected his choreo, he couldn't shake the excitement of sharing the choreo with Yunjin. He imagined her reaction to his dance, her eyes lighting up with admiration and pride.
It fueled his determination to make his performance unforgettable. He rushed through the hallways straight to the Art Studio where he might find her. And he did.
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Jimin POV:
I saw her sitting right infront of the Canvas at the corner of the room, giving a firm stare to the canvas.
The paint on her paintbrush in her hand had been all dried out.
She wasn't even blinking. She stood there like a statue.
She's again lost in thoughts, I guess there's something big going on in her house.
I called her while clinging onto the door.
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"𝗬𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗮𝗵, 𝗴𝘄𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘆𝗼? 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝘇𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁." I asked her after noticing her distant gaze. She flinched and looked at me.
"𝗪𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴?" She signed me with a weary face.
I walked towards her. She stood up from her place in a hurry and covered her painting with a cloth then walked towards me before I could reach there.
"𝗪𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴? 𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴?" She signed me, the shadows of tension were visible in her movements.
"𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗿. 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱." I reassured that she didn't had to worry about what she missed.
"𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗢𝗸𝗮𝘆?" I was concerned for her.
She signed back with a small smile, "𝗜'𝗺 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲. 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀, 𝗜 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀."
Suddenly I noticed those paints. They look familiar.
They.. They are.. I.. I bought them for her on her birthday 3 months ago. With the money I won for my dance performance.
"She's still using them? I thought she was done with those paints."
