Taeyeon closed the door after her last pacient leave the office, the clocked marked 4.45pm, it was the first time in weeks she could leave the office before 6pm and that made her really happy.  She decided to see if her friend Jongin was free, she knew he was having some troubles with her little sister and the therapist wanted to help him. Picking up her phone she looked for his number, calling him while she rested her body against the chair. Thankfully didnt took him a lot of time to pick up her phone making the woman happy about it “Jongin-ah” she smilled in her voice, sure that he could see that she was happy about hearing his voice “are you free? i’m getting off the office and i wanted to talk with you a bit”

Jongin was frustrated with the child, un­able to really help him with the growing number of curiosities a chi­ld has. Yes, he could answer most of them but sometimes the incessan­t nature just got on his nerves. Other times, the content, like the ques­tion of, “What happens when you die?” or other things about their paren­ts made him so uneasy that he froze when trying to answer them. In al­l reality, he was still dealing with these things himself, so his loss ­for words was understandable. Which is why he had gone to Taeyeon for­ advice although she always seemed too busy to talk business with h­im, even just speaking with her on a friendly basis would have been bet­ter than nothing at the moment. The little one he cared for was going t­o soon drive him crazy if he didn’t get a little help. He was so hap­py to hear his phone ring, and see that pretty face pop up on his call­er id. “Taeyeonnie noona,” He sighed to hear her cheerful chirping, f­inding himself mirroring the smile quite easily. “Yes, I can meet yo­u at the café by the studio if you like? I was just getting ready to ­go back and see if I lost another babysitter…” His chuckle, which­ should have sounded happier, came out grim and terse while he waited to see if that worked out for her.

The class flyers that had been posted seemed to be doing well for Jongin based on the number of people he had sitting down on the hardwood floors and the various scattered chairs around the perimeter. It was great to see so many still took an interest in dancing. He smiled as the time for the class to begin drew near, anticipating getting all the meet and greets and formalities out of the way. He just wanted to know who would stick, and make this their home. He had several that looked as though they were born to dance, complete with their gear and attire, and some that looked as though they had just stepped off the streets and into his studio. Going through, he got names from those that seemed ready to dance and sent them off to stretch. Everyone else needed proper attire before they could move correctly, but that was no matter. He picked the last girl that walked in and asked her to stand. “Yes, you… Can you just tell me why you came in today? What brought you here?” He asked as though this was an intervention meeting, though his voice was softer than it had been, genuinely curious about this girl.

Namine looked around until she realized he was talking to her. “m-me?” she asked surprised as she stood up “u-um. I just saw your flyer on my way home.. I wanted to check it out since I’ve wanted to learn how to dance… b-but I don’t think I can..” she stuttered out nervously due to a few people turning to look at her while she talked. She looked down shyly and fidgeted with her jacket nervously. She had felt completely out of place and was now doubting if she should’ve just went home instead of coming here but now there was no way out seeing as the teacher had already seen her in here.

Her soft looks and shy personality was what had enticed Jongin to speak to this girl first, surprised that she was not already a dancer. She had the presence to become one and the proper face for stage lights to show off well… In short, he could make something special out of her. Hearing her motivations for joining up with his troupe was just a way to draw her in, otherwise he feared she may sneak out the same way she came in. “Fantastic. If you’d just fill this out then,” He said, stepping closer and handing her a paper and pen, “I’d love to get you registered. I believe that you will do quite well under my tutelage.” He smiled down on the girl softly, a knowing glint in his eye. She would accept, and he could turn her into the star of his next showcase. If she backed out, however… He feared this might actually be one he chased.

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Namine had been walking around town when she noticed a flyer in a window for a dance studio nearby doing classes. “hmm.. looks interesting.. oh it’s tonight? maybe I should check it out since it’s close.” she said texting her brother letting her know she’d be home a bit later than usual and typed the address into her phone to find where it was. It took her a bit but after a few wrong turns she ended up at the studio. Namine opened the door and found the room to be full of pulled. As she looked around she noticed that she wasn’t really dressed to dance and felt a bit out of place as she sat down as she decided to just watch for her first time and to not make a fool out of herself.

The class flyers that had been posted seemed to be doing well for Jongin based on the number of people he had sitting down on the hardwood floors and the various scattered chairs around the perimeter. It was great to see so many still took an interest in dancing. He smiled as the time for the class to begin drew near, anticipating getting all the meet and greets and formalities out of the way. He just wanted to know who would stick, and make this their home. He had several that looked as though they were born to dance, complete with their gear and attire, and some that looked as though they had just stepped off the streets and into his studio. Going through, he got names from those that seemed ready to dance and sent them off to stretch. Everyone else needed proper attire before they could move correctly, but that was no matter. He picked the last girl that walked in and asked her to stand. "Yes, you... Can you just tell me why you came in today? What brought you here?" He asked as though this was an intervention meeting, though his voice was softer than it had been, genuinely curious about this girl.

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