Between Footsteps| p.jm

TWENTY-TWO| .... --- .--. .

"62," 19 spoke up in a way that made everyone stop what they were doing.

Jimin had just arrived at the food truck to pick you up for the day, and you had been forced to witness the weird show-down that was occurring between him and 9 and that was based solely off of eye contact. 

Now everyone was looking towards 19, and Jimin stiffened upon realizing he had just been called by the elder. 

19 continued to wipe the front counters as if he wasn't fully focused on his words and didn't know the impact they had had on the onlookers.

"After you're done dancing today, bring 79 back to the truck."

Huh? You blinked a bit towards his words while Jimin wavered in sudden conflict.

He had to preform that night so wouldn't be able to do much with you anyway, but he had still wanted you to come watch his performance. When 19 noted Jimin wasn't answering right away, the old man turned to glare.

"Yes sir," Jimin agreed promptly after this, and 9 rolled his eyes mockingly at his presumed weakness towards the situation.

"Why do I need to come back to the truck...? Do you need me to sell concessions again?" You questioned, and 25 and 52's eyes lit up in sudden hope and excitement.

Alas, 19 was quick to shake his head after throwing the dirty towel into the used bin.

"Don't worry about it kid, just come back when you're done dancing and we'll talk."

While you didn't worry per say, you certainly thought quite a bit about the situation. While dancing you couldn't help but be distracted in your curiosity towards why 19 would want you back at the truck and what he might say.

You were naturally very curious, which was something you had discovered without memories. With that being said, your heart was thumping in a familiar adrenaline as you danced with Jimin in the clock tower. 

It didn't help that you also continued to think about your dream from the night before. Somehow, although so far they had all been the same, they seemed to become more and more vivid. The cool touch of freezing water was harder to recover from upon waking up, and the lack of air you were experiencing became more difficult to find and fill your lungs once more.

Jimin was very patient with you of course, but he could easily tell you weren't giving the practice your all in the constant thought of what 19 had summoned you for and your general unease as the days passed.

You were both quick to call off practice for the day when you accidently slammed your forehead into Jimin's during the last part of the dance. 

It turned out you had a harder skull than you thought, and Jimin had winced and immediately dropped you in the ache that  penetrated his entire head. 

You gaped at the damage you had done and immediately blushed in embarrassment while your friend tried to assure you it was fine while holding his head in his hands.

After walking around to find the closest food truck that might have ice and trying to lessen the redness of Jimin's forehead with it, he was soon escorting you back to the truck just as 19 had informed him to.

You were about to say your goodbyes, but to your surprise he quickly pulled you to the side of the truck seemingly out of sight from any onlookers.

"Wish me luck," he requested with a smile after you looked towards him questioningly towards his actions. "For my performance tonight, I mean."

"Oh, sure." your face slightly fell when your eyes trailed up to witness the unfading redness against his forehead. "Um... are you sure you're OK to dance? I mean, I may have given you a concussion."