Took you long to realise that I'm your hope.

My hope?

What does hope even mean to me? When I was dancing in the dance studio with Jimin he gave me hope that I would be able to dance that fast-paced-tango. The expectation in me grew into belief that I would eventually move like that and it did happen, I began to swing my hips and move my feet the same way he did.

I stand up and begin to move the same way I did back in the dance studio. My baggy jersey hanging around my thighs exposing my legs that swiftly moved on my bedroom carpet.

I keep on smiling feeling proud of myself. The feeling so great. Suddenly I stand on my toes going higher and higher. My arms spread out beside me feeling the air as I move side to side backwards and forwards.

I crash on my bed a light chuckle escaping my lips. I close my eyes remembering the way he held me close, his fingers against mine and his eyes...

That was hope. But now my only hope is Hoseok.

•

Next day 

I smile as I sit next to Seolhyun. Her face lights up immediately and she hugs me.

"Hey Yoona," I turn and greet Sowon. Choa hardly looks at me as she twirls her finger on Seolhyun's hair.

I tell Seolhyun and Sowon about what happened yesterday about my sudden faint (not mentioning dancing with Jimin or J-hope/Hoseok) and what class I went to last before my father came and took me home.

"That's sad. Do you know why you fainted?" Seolhyun asks.

"No not really," I lie. Seolhyun nods and right on time, Mr Xuimin walks in smiling.

"I'm sure you guys are aware that our school will have its 5th Annual School Performing Arts Review this year, right?"

"Yes sir," the whole class says.

"Forms for the Review are going to be at the main office. You can only sign in to watch unless you are of course part of the Dramatic arts class and The Junior or Senior choir."

"There's a choir?" I ask excitedly.

"Choir club." Seolhyun says.

"Yeah, but they're the kind that is all religious," Sowon answers.

"Isn't that how a choir is supposed to be? Boring and nun like?" Choa asks while filing her nails. She could literally win an award for Best Hater and Best Stoic.

"Guys stop." Seolhyun firmly says. "Yunjae is part of that choir, remember?"

Sowon giggles.

"Is there something funny Miss Kim?" Mr Xuimin rises his eyebrows. She hushes but remains smiling.

Mr Xuimin carries on with the announcements.

•

I enter the class looking around wondering if this is still a class. Everyone seems to be on a hype mood, nobody seated, everyone talking aloud. This is complete disorder. Chaos!

I make my way past squeezing by. I quickly sit down on the first open chair I see putting my bag down on the chair next to me.

Where is the teacher?

I sit back silently watching. The energy in this class is high. People engaging in topics laughing, screaming, talking with hands, flaunting hair. So much energy for one person to bare within themselves. Something catches my eye by the door. Maroon blazer and blonde hair. It's Jimin. My lips curl to a small smile remembering yesterday's dance.

Yoona are you okay? His voice echoing in my mind. Care, in his tone. Worry, in his eyes. Immediate reaction, from him. Why does this linger in my mind?

"He's coming!" Someone yells over the noise.

In a fast motion everyone rushes to their seat separating from one another. Soon enough everyone is seated and the class is silent. My eyes scan for blonde hair, I look behind me and in front but no luck. I guess he was just talking to someone from this class.

A male teacher walks in the class. Mr Jae according to the timetable. He looks restless walking fast to his table.

Okay I have to admit but all the male teachers in this school are fire. Like what's going on? Why are they all so lookable, attractive and hot? Like this is a school not a modeling agency.

He's wearing a white tucked in shirt and black suit pants with polished shoes. His body defiantly feeling the clothes and not the other way around. His black hair is parted to the side making his small blue eyes pop out.

"I could hear you all from down the corridor so don't think you've all escaped detention," He says smirking at us. I hear some groans, obviously from the boys. "But because this is business class I assume you were all talking about the politics in this country, no detention." He smiles, while the class agrees that they were talking about politics. I laugh silently.

"Mr Park you're late," He says without even looking to the door. "Park do we always have to do this every year?"

Park? I look at the door. Standing tall with a small smile, he bows.

"Sorry sir," He says.

"I bet you are." Mr Jae says sarcastically signaling Jimin to come in. A few giggles are heard.

I turn around by the giggling noises. Why am I not surprised at the girls giggling and fanning themselves?

Oh yeah because the honourable boy is quite frankly extremely gifted with everything. From the hair and I bet even his pinky toe is gifted.

"Girls please stop giggling like prostitutes. It's unladylike," The girls gasp and I try not to show my smile. I notice Jimin walking towards me with complete stillness in his eyes. He stops by my desk raising his brow his head falling to the side. Why is he looking at me like that? I look away feeling my cheeks heat.

He passes himself by and takes my bag off the chair and sits down next to me. Maybe this is the only available seat left.

"Sir how can you say that? Do you know how prostitutes sound?" One girl whines, leaning forward on her desk. Mr Jae smirks at her and walks to his desk disregarding the situation. Talk about inappropriateness 

"Can you pass me my bag?" Jimin asks. I turn to him looking confused. His face is so straight and serious.

"Excuse me?" I pip.

"Next to your chair. On the floor," He says. I open my mouth then close it and turn around looking on the floor. Surprisingly his bag is there.

Oh crap no, don't tell me I'm sitting on his chair. Again. I pick up his bag, his heavy bag and pull it up all the way around me. He meets me half way taking it out of my grip and easily puts it on the floor with no haste.

"I see you enjoy my seats," He states taking out a nicely wrapped book, in black. I'm lost of words and look down, ashamed of my action.

"I'm sorry," From the corner of my eye, I see his eye. I dare not to look back, focusing on Mr Jae who's handing out papers.

"Do you guys remember environments from last year?" Mr Jae asks giving out papers. The class is silent and he looks around.

"Anyone." Silence.

"Yes Mr Park, answer." Mr Jae signals Jimin to answer, randomly picking.

"Micro, Macro and Market." Jimin answers easily, loud enough for everyone to hear. Mr Jae smiles.

"Good now answer the worksheet. This shouldn't take so long, but if you can't do it. I'll swear your mother and then you'll have detention." Mr Jae says restless holding his back pocket and walking over to his desk.

Jimin uncaps his pen and starts answering. I uncap my pen and begin to jot answers in my book too. Time to time I look over at Jimin. He's so deep in concentration as his eyes jump on the page then back to his book. His hands lightly hold the pen which swiftly slides on the page.

He puts his pen down leaning back on his seat. His fingers glide through his hair in slow motion. He's already done? I furrow my brows, I grip my pen tightly and try to focus

I read the case study answering what I can answer. I feel Jimin's eyes on me. I don't dare to look but instead quickly try to finish my work.

I write down the answers and provide sub definitions, challenges and solutions. I put my pen down and look at Mr Jae, he's squinting at a paper right in front of him.

I bit my lip finally giving in to Jimin's stares. I shrug my shoulders asking what.

"How are you feeling?" He asks his hard expression turning soft showing some emotion. I remember my faint yesterday in the morning. I stop biting my lip and smile.

"Much better." I whisper back. He nods and carries on looking at me. It gets awkward after that. Me just staring at him and him at me. I don't know why I can't look away but those eyes seem to hold my eyes locked and fixed on them.

Yoona~

I sharply intake the air and gasp looking away. Hoseok's voice ringing in my head. I slowly breathe in and out glancing around the class hoping nobody saw.

I look back at Jimin, his now back to looking still.

"Eyo Eyeliner 95 I need help," I look back at the boy behind Jimin.

Jimin smiles and turns around, helping that strange boy.

Mr Jae stands up still looking restless.

"Whose mother am I going to swear and who's going to detention?"

•

"Yesterday we got to listen to the new bees singing. Today you are going to be paired and sing together, different voices that have to blend," Mrs Kim says eyeing everyone.

I've started liking this class since yesterday. Mrs Kim is really cool in a strict way and I feel she's going to help me reach my potential.

"First team, Danilla and Melcom. Second team, Jones and Kara. Third team, Hyundai and Suho." She reads from her clipboard. I look over to Hyundai -pink haired girl- as she stands and walks to Suho. Min-Yo watches her walk away and out of the blue looks at me then scowls. I hope I don't get paired with her after yesterdays outburst.

My lip twitches and I look away. Hoseok and Mrs-Miss Kim defiantly showed her up.

"Twelfth team, Alrice and Sujio. Thirteenth team, Min-Yo and Yoona. Last team,"

Why? Why'd it have to be her? Ugh I saw it coming. I look over at her sealing my annoyed expression which she annoyingly shows to me. She doesn't look like she's gonna stand and come my way.

I sigh and walk to her sitting where Hyundai sat. Which is at the back and corner of the class. She clinches her jaw and huffs. The urge of rolling my eyes are strong but I ignore them and look at Miss Kim.

"As I said different voice that have to blend. You and you're partner have to come up with a song, it can be a known song or written by either you or your partner. You have today and tomorrow to prepare then you'll perform on the third day." Mrs Kim says with 3 fingers in the air.

"This will be for practice. I won't grade this one, I'll grade the other one. This is just to get to know your partner," Miss Kim says. She has a funny way of paring people.

All the teams turn to each other and begin while Min-Yo and I hardly look at each other. I sigh and turn to her. One of us has to be the mature one and if it's not gonna be her then it will be me.

"I think we first have to figure out which voices we are." I say hoping she'll be cooperative.

"Lyric coloratura soprano." She says looking at her nails. "C4 to F6 the most," she adds being cooperative, at least.

"Okay I'm Mezzo-soprano, I can reach C4." I say. She dramatically sighs taking out her phone and earphones. Before she can put her bud in her ear I grab her wrist, she yanks it away and swats at me.

"Before you tune me out please tomorrow bring a song that will work for my and your voice." I say. She rolls her eyes and puts the bud in her ear. I hope she will.

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How do you think the friendship between Yoona and Bangs haired girl will be? Have you guys ever mat anyone like that before? And how do y'all deal with unexpected tests? I know Asians are always prepared for unexpected tests but way about y'all?