━ written july 8, 2020

HE IS A CHILD OF THE WIND, Chaeyoung thinks.

The breeze seems to weave themselves around him, curling around his legs and arms and heaving him wherever direction he throws his limbs to, and after a few more moves he swiftly lands after executing a last pirouette. He stays still, with one of his hands frozen mid-air and another out in the front, reaching for something insubstantial. Chaeyoung stares at him as his facial expression morphs into a quiet calm, so different than the array of emotions that he had shown in the past minutes.

The studio is engulfed by silence, then, and Chaeyoung knows that everyone is feeling the same way that she is. As much as she doesn't want to admit it, whenever Park Jimin performs one of his immaculate solos, it leaves her body in a state of shock (a positive kind of shock, of course) that she finds herself quiet, lips together and eyes scanning his entire physique--in search of wrong angles and crooked lines--but finds nothing.

A movement catches her eye that she turns her head to the side and sees Madame Viktoria standing up. Chaeyoung internally grimaces, already having an inkling that a string of compliments will surely leave their Madame's mouth. Don't get her wrong, though she admires Jimin's skills, she still thinks that he isn't really the best out there than what the Madame perceives him to be. 

(basically this is ballet rivals jirose, and the both of them are vying for the top rank within their ballet company)