MJ || where my heart stopped, he started to believe again

chapter 1 || as our eyes met, my heart started burning again

"so, would you rather get the small room, or the bigger one? problem is, the smaller one doesnt have the led lightning and.."

selma, one of my best friends mumbles, her self talk again. we're currently walking to this dance studio thing. long story short, we had some drama with the youth center lady. which doesnt even make sense cause we didnt do anything wrong?? whatever, back to the story. we found a dance studio not far from where we live, and after todays shoot, we decided to check it out.

my hands are freezing, as my phone vibrates in my pocket. my brother, jake.

"emmy, when are you coming home?"
"mom's waiting, the food is getting cold"

ah fuck, i forgot to tell them that i'd sleep at selmas

"sorry, i'll be home by tomorrow. tell mom good night from me"

i put my phone back to where it was, as i get snapped out of my thoughts

"-so thats it.. girlie?"

"ah yeah, uh, the big one"

"girl. i was telling you about drama"

"ah, uh, fuck them"

selma sighs, as we arrive at this.. dance school? to be fair, apparently they just moved here. it looks... well lets not judge a book by its cover!

we get in, finally some warmth. i turn to the light switch and turn it on, flickering light

"lets just hope that they have enough money to renovate this"

i say out loud, damn the echo is strong. me and selma laugh, hoping nobody heard me. eventually, we find these two dance rooms that we can rent. in between of dusty doors and spiderweb-decorated walls. not so sure if its decoration only..

"yo the room number is 127, thats crazy"

selma exclaims, i open the door, a simple and comfy dance studio. everything looks quite okay, a big difference to everything else in this building

"you take a video for 4fusion, i'll check out the other one"

i say, a bit more quiet now. she nods and closes the door, suddenly it looks scary again. girlie, what am i? 5? no, i can do this. okay room 143.. aw man i gotta walk upstairs. why not the elevator? take a wild guess, its scary. what even more scary than the elevator? i hear faint music from somewhere. well, i think its a good thing that we're not alone.. i think. whatever, it'll be fine. everything will be fine.

i find the room 143 and knock, cause thats where the music is coming from. however, whoever is in that damn room doesnt hear shit. i gently open the door, there's a guy dancing. i dont see his face though, what if he looks like jungkook? damn emmy get your delulu shit together. i snap back to reality, then notice that he noticed me. he turns around, is that..?

"jay? w-what are you doing here?"

i ask, shocked. after the conflict from my brother and him, i swore to never talk to jay ever again. he did bad things, and jake doesnt want me to ever be near him again

"..emmy? i can ask you the same thing"

i freeze, he slowly walks towards me. fuck why does he look so good, no emmy focus

"i asked you something, dont you wanna answer?"

he says sternly, leaning onto the doorframe. fuckkkkkk

"what cat got your tongue?"

"u-uh no, uhm i-i.. i wanted to look at the room, m-me and my dance crew wanted to rent it"

"see, i knew you could talk for me"
"whatever, look around, i dont have forever"

i carefully enter the room, shaky breath. i take a quick video, trying not to be too obvious when im filming him. omg what, emmy get yourself together. thats your brothers enemy, your enemy. still no idea what he did, but thats not the point right now

i get out of my thoughts as i feel a hand on my shoulder, flinching due to nervousness. thank gosh its selma

"everything alright?"

"ah yeah uh, just uhm, i found the room!"

i try to change the topic, as selma rolls her eyes and walks into the room properly, someones sassy today. after some time, we decided to rent the bigger room, or atleast try it out once or twice.

"before you two go, here's my number, incase you wanna get more information about the dance studio and all that"

jay says, handing my a piece of paper with his number scribbled on. our fingers touch, a burning feeling for a millisecond. i havent felt that in a while. we surprisingly find the exit again and leave, as i think about whether to rant about jay or keep it secret. if selma tells anyone, i'm fucked. its not like i dont trust her, just common sense. i mean anyone could tell me a secret and maybe someday it'll slip out. better be safe than sorry, sorry selma.

we dont talk much on our way to her place, both sunk in thoughts. our phones light up at the same time, as we read

'new messages in 🤍💎4FUSION💎🤍'
reply mark as read mute

"okay, lets guess.. its either nina with niki, lou with professional stuff, or something really random"

selma says, chuckling

"okay, three two one!"

we open the chat at the same time. of course its nina with niki. i'd rather not write what she writes in here, cause this story isnt nsfw based, thank yewww <3

"at this point, i really dont understand you guys. i could never talk like that about soyeon, jihyo, or ryujin. well there's an exception for ryujin but that doesnt count"

selma complains, i just shrug with my shoulders. i mean how could i not talk about ja- jungkook like that.. haha ha ..ha

doesnt matter, however after alot of minutes of walking and driving, we finally arrive at selmas and watch a movie. and thats where my phone lights up again.

'you got a new message from +0829XXXXXXXX'
open?

i click on 'open'
maybe someone from my family got a new number

"its jay, i'd be free tomorrow for a private dance lesson, incase youre free tomorrow"

what?!?