Jimin sounds genuinely afraid.

"....Minah? Why did you bring me here?"

I smile encouragingly as I look at him, my own shyness beginning to show in my cheeks. There's a lot of people here— a lot. But this was the only way he could overcome his stage fright.

"Dance, Jimin."

Horror widens his eyes as he slowly shakes his head, starting to back away from me. His voice is shaky as he replies a firm no.

"Don't do this to me, Minah."

"I know you love dance. I also know a paid trip to World Dance Academy is something you really want. Come on, Jimin— you can do it."

"Forget that they're there."

"I...I can't." He whispers, his eyes flickering at the people bustling around. "There's too many. There's no music— I can't."

"Oh— I can take care of that, actually." I say brightly as I unsling my backpack from my shoulders. Jimin just keeps shaking his head and backing away.

"I can't street dance."

"Yes, you can. I believe in you."

"Please, Minah." He begs, when I suddenly snap my fingers together.

"I'll do it with you." I offer, and to my relief, he stops backing away. "I'll do it with you, Jimin. You won't be alone."

He swallows, before taking my hand.

"Let's do the dance you choreographed." I say to him, forcing a smile when my own heart is beating out of my chest. Unlike Haeun, I was on the introverted side as well.

But this was for Jimin.

"Don't be scared," I tell him, but he doesn't even seem to have heard me. His eyes are flashing back and forth, and his face looks pale.

I cup his face and meet his eyes as I prepare to start the music.

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When the music starts, Jimin looks like he's about to die as people instantly shoot glances towards us. His face flushes, and my heart begins to race...

"Focus on me, Jimin."

His hands aren't certain as he grips me tightly, and I can tell no matter what I say, he's too distracted with the judging stares the people are giving us.

This won't do.

"You memorized the routine, right?" I ask, and he nods. "Close your eyes. You don't have to look at them."

"It's just us, and no one else."

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I can't believe my eyes.

Jimin is dancing— and even when I gently break away from him and blend into the awed crowd that surrounds him, he doesn't stop.

But he does open his eyes in surprise, and I share an encouraging look at him as he does the impossible.

He really dances like the stars.

I can't help the uncontrollable smile on my face as I hear the rousing murmurs from the people gathered around, their eyes all fixed on the boy who I'm so proud of.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know— but he's damn talented. Looks super young, too."

"What an amazing dancer."

When the music slowly fades to a stop, Jimin looks almost confused as an eruption of claps surround him. I'm probably clapping the hardest as he looks at me like a cute, lost lamb.

"Another song!"

"Does he take requests?"

Go on, Jimin, I mouth at him as he blinks at the roaring crowd. Keep going. Keep dancing.

As Jimin begins to freestyle like he's practiced for years, someone taps me on the shoulder. I look to see a man, his eyes flickering to Jimin's graceful figure in the center.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

Boyfriend?!

"I— um."

Why's it taking you so long to answer, Yoon Minah? He's an AI! He's—

"Yeah."

"He is."

"He's very talented," He laughs heartily as he smiles. "You're very lucky to have someone like him. Very brave, too."

Yes.

I know.

And why in the whole wide world did I just say that?

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"I'll buy you chicken today!" I announce happily as he rubs at his neck, back to the shy, adorable robot he is. "You deserve it, Jimin."

"It's all thanks to you," He answers, his face still flushed with a bright smile. "That wasn't as bad as I thought."

"Told you!" I giggle as I unlock the door to the apartment. "I always knew that you could—"

The keys slip from my grip.

Haeun instantly flushes when her eyes meet mine, mouthing This is so not what it looks like as Taehyung mumbles incoherently on her lap.

Her hand is half-sunken into his light brown locks, and I raise an eyebrow at her as she blushes a deeper color.

"I swear it's not what it looks like," She hisses as she quickly retracts her hand. "He was just depressed with his company or something like that— help get him off of me already!"

"Sure." I smile as Jimin looks at me uncertainly, pointing at the completely passed out Taehyung on Haeun's lap.

"Shut up!" Haeun hisses, face somehow finding a way to turn even redder than it already is. "Where'd you two go, huh? On a date?"

"Nope," I say, smiling at the memory of the street dance. "We had fun!"

"What the..." Taehyung's deep voice echoes lazily, and Haeun instinctively pushes him forward. His half-open eyes completely shoot open when he hits the floor.

"What the heck, idiot!"

Haeun shrugs nonchalantly as she sticks out a tongue, ignoring Taehyung's glare. But my eyes narrow curiously when I notice his glare isn't even a glare.

It's more like a playful, angry stare.

"You were too heavy," Haeun says, smiling when she sees Taehyung scrambling sleepily on the ground. "You were crushing me."

Then my eyes widen when I suddenly sniff, and Haeun whips around towards the kitchen as Jimin casually ambles out.

A plate is clutched in his hand.

"I made breakfast!" He exclaims as the three of us look incredulously at his innocent expression. "I don't think it's as good as yours, though— it's waffles!"

Waffles.

Jimin happily sets down the plate of blackened waffle, and his face is so angelic the three of us can't even squeak out a word of protest.

"I tried to make it the way you did last time— it smells a bit weird, but I think it's pretty okay! Do you think it's okay?"

He's so innocent.

"Y-Yeah," I stutter, swallowing as he carefully pours maple syrup over the blackened piece of bread. "Amazing job, Jimin."

Think positive.

Think positive— it wasn't that burnt. It was just browned more on the severe side, right? It won't give me cancer or anything, right?

Right?

"You can't—" The second Taehyung blurts out, Haeun's hand smashes over his mouth. He groans in protest as she shoots a look at him.

Did he not see the excited look in Jimin's eyes?

"Thanks," I say as I force down a bite, motioning the two wincing idiots to do the same. "Do you mind getting some milk, too?"

"Sure!" He claps his hands together as he disappears towards the kitchen.

We all look at each other.

Haeun sighs, plopping down on the chair.

"If I get cancer eating that, I want you to continue my legacy."

I can see Taehyung look at the trash can and back at the waffles as the look in his eyes grow forlorn.

He glares at me.

"Your AI smiles like an angel."