Hatching

Dance

"I can't believe we're so close to debuting! Like this time next month!" Jimin squealed while jumping up and down. His hair bouncing along as well. 

Everyone was getting ready to go out, wearing t shirts and sweats as they were going to be dancing the whole day. Dawa had already left earlier than everyone else for his Korean lessons, he had left quietly and despite his quietness, the members couldn't help but feel the absence. It was hanging in the air, the extra space in their small dorm felt a little too roomy. 

"Now that the album is finished, I can focus more on the dance and since we don't have that much preparations, we'll might have to work overtime." Hobi pointed out, while tying his shoes. Jin started gently herding everyone out the door, grumbling about how no one kept an eye on the time. 

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Dawa was waiting for everyone else in the dance room. His lesson had ended a bit early which he didn't mind, he couldn't really focus anyway. Dawa just couldn't settle his mind that whole morning. His left leg was throbbing. It was a normal sensation to him at this point, but he had to dance. He's danced before, learning easy choreographies and what not. They weren't a problem. But today they were learning the dance to their own songs. Some were intense and others were chill. It was the intense dance that had him itching. 

"I should practice, I reckon before the other arrive." 

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Jimin walked in the dance room. Soft violin was playing through the speakers echoing off the walls. Jimin peeked in, seeing Dawa on the floor, but he seemed to be on the phone, although Jimin couldn't really understand the conversation. The phone was on speakers so Jimin could hear the other person on the line.

"Moonie! I miss you, Mum is always busy with work now!" 

"I miss you too, Stargirl, what have you been reading these days?" 

"Mmmm just the classics, you know Peter Rabbit, I really liked that one. Oh and today we had your favorite dinner-"

"Is that my moon?"

"Hi mum! Just checking in. I miss you!" 

Jimin had never heard Dawa this talkative he could see a soft smile playing on Dawa's lips. 'He must be a really cool person under all that mystery.' Jimin thought while entering. Listening to how chatty Dawa was, he felt somehow inspired to get to know Dawa more. 'I want to be close to hyung!' 

"Alright mum! I know. Call you every weekend, I'll try but things are getting more busy now. I miss you a lot! Tell Essie I miss her too! Bye!" Dawa had noticed someone enter, and he didn't exavtly want them listening to his conversation. 

"Half of them are getting coffee and snacks for later, other half are using the bathroom. How was your lesson?" Jimin asked, cutting through the silence that had taken over. 

"Good." 

'This is harder than I thought.' Jimin's steps echoed through the room. He faced Dawa, who watched him. Jimin could see Dawa was interested in whatever it was that he was doing.

After a few seconds, Jimin opened his mouth, letting notes fly out of his mouth. His voice was high pitched but soft, it glided through the mostly empty room. Dawa couldn't help but stare at the teenager, his cheeks a dusty pink. Jimin held the last note and then slowly letting it fade away. 

It took a few seconds for Dawa to realize that Jimin was done, and for a moment they just stared at each other. 

"Well? I just showed you my worst ablity, now it's your turn!" Jimin smiled, explaining what it was he was actually doing. Although, Dawa was sure he had misheard. 

"Singing?" 

"Come on Hyung! It's your turn now or it won't be fair!" Dawa sighed, it would be unfair. And he would feel guilty if he didn't participate. 

As he got up, Jimin sat. 'That actually worked! Whoa, he's cutting a layer down!' Jimin clapped his hand as Dawa changed the song into a more upbeat one. 

'Bugger off!' Dawa mentally yelled at the pain in his left leg. As he strated to dance to the beat, improvising as he want, Jimin watched, his mouth slightly open. He had never seen Dawa dance really. Only a few times when they were all learning the basics. After that because of Dawa's Korean lessons, the dance instructor had a separate dance lesson with Just Dawa. Until now. It was now getting to the end of the song, Jimin could see that Dawa was preparing for a jump. Dawa's leg was about to push off the ground, but his left leg gave out. 

'Bloody leg.' 

"Are you okay? Here let me help!" Jimin immediately sprang to his feet. His cheerful smile turning down.

"Thank you."