'this isn't really my thing.' namjoon admits during break, a couple days after she asked him to be her partner.
finishing off her bottle of water, jennie tilts her head to the side and has an inquisitive look on her face.
'then what is?'
the girl notices how endearing it looks when his eyes light up, the small smile on his face and the passion in him when he talks.
'rapping. it's exhilarating and liberating. it's my outlet and passion, just like dancing is yours.'
she smiles, though the last sentence is only half true. she can't tell him the endless nights of punishments if she didn't do this routine right and her mother's subsequent leave of the family to become a well-known choreographer. her mother refuses to acknowledge her until she can prove herself.
'liberating.' jennie repeats the word though her mind is screaming something else.
suffocating.
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Dance {Rapnie}
FanfictionThe man hadn't always been like this. Once, he was a good dancer that regularly performed. In which a mourning boy can't help but remember the one who got away. {Book 2 of The Little Things}
