Jimin has lived in the world of abuse for eleven years, but when the trainee members of Bangtan Sonyeondan come along one by one, will the six men be able to set Jimin free of his fears?
Anyone can be mute, right? Even the sweetest of girls, or the kindest of men, anyone can have their reasons for not wanting to speak. For Jimin, he had a darker reason than some. While other's snuck out to go to parties or do drugs, he snuck out to avoid being beaten by his father.
His mother used to be part of the beating until she passed from a drug overdose. Maybe he should have felt sad that she died, but he wasn't. Because of his father's job finding, Jimin was forced to move with him.
He could have left, after all, he was 18 now. But he was terrified of what his father would do if he tried to leave. And so, he stayed. But today was a new school, a new college, and a new start. Of course, Jimin already knew he would be teased and bullied because he wouldn't talk.
That was a given. He now stood in front of the doors of Seoul School of Performing Arts. He strove to be a dancer all his life, even if he couldn't speak, he would learn how to dance. He would.
He clutched his duffel bag tighter to his side, and walked through the doors. As he stepped into the main office, he readied his notepad and pen, preparing for answering questions.
Hi, my name is Park Jimin. I just transferred here and I need my things.
He wrote it down, and then showed it to the lady behind the desk. A sign of understanding shined in her eyes, and she gave Jimin a sympathetic smile. "I'll be right back, mr. Park." After about two minutes she came back, and handed Jimin a schedule, an ID, and a note. The note read,
Mute
Nevertheless, he gave the woman a kind smile, and headed off. He slung the ID tag, which was clipped to a lanyard, over his head, and then made his way to the first place. Room A120. Just down the hall, two doors over on the left side. He opened the door to see a young man
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dancing on his own to loud EDM music. His jacket, bag, and ID rested on the floor, and Jimin tentatively walked over to his stuff, then set his things down next to the boy's. The music stopped, and the boy hummed. "Hi! You must be Jimin, right?" The younger boy jumped, letting out a quiet squeak as he scribbled in his notebook.
Yes, I am. I was sent here from the main office? Are you a teacher?
The male laughed softly. "No, no. I'm not a teacher. Names Jung Hoseok, but you can call me J-Hope or Hoseok. See, the board saw your audition, and they called me in right away to see your skills first-hand." Jimin smiled with relief at the boy, giving a shy smile.
J-Hope restarted the music, and smiled. "Watch me. I'll go over the motions, and I want you to mirror me as best you can." The boys body flowed smoothly with the music, seeming to become one with every sound and vibration as his eyes focused on nothing in particular.
