"Hello, Passion Studio; how may I help you?" Vivian had already forgotten when she had lost count of how many times she had said the line. Somewhere between 32 and 35, she thought to herself. That's when she felt like she had lost her mind. Or maybe it was closer to 40? Possibly more...
A tiny cough jolted her out of her number-related reverie. The boy before her bit his lip as if trying not to laugh.
"S-Sorry! How may I help you?"
"I was wondering if I could hire a studio today? Just for an hour?"
Flustered, Vivian tapped rapidly through the bookings on the computer, trying to find the current week. Sticking her tongue out to the side in concentration, she located the week and smiled apologetically at the boy.
"Sorry, we're all booked."
"What about tomorrow?"
Vivian lowered her eyes again to scan the screen. "Tomorrow at 2?"
"Sounds good."
"Could I get your name?"
A boyish smile. "Jongin. Kim Jongin."
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In the weeks following, Kim Jongin hires the studio for an hour between 2 to 3 tirelessly. Each week they would greet each other with a smile and a nod before Jongin disappeared behind a door to immerse himself in mirrors and pounding music.
It's at 2:51 (Vivian swears she's not watching the clock tick towards 3 so she can say goodbye to the boy) she hears the door of the fridge open with a creak of protest. A bottle of water is placed before her by a softly panting Jongin. A thin sheen of sweat covers his body, glistening in an almost sinful manner. She fights back a blush (without much luck) and makes a mental note to start a petition for the destruction of all boys who danced in tank tops. Vivian keeps her eyes downcast as she accepts the money and mutters a quiet "thank you" before a freezing sensation on her cheek causes her to almost jump out of her seat.
"Yah!"
Almost convulsing with laughter, Jongin removes the cold water bottle from Vivian's face.
"I just wanted to help! Your face was red!"
At his words, Vivian feels her cheeks flame more.
"Just drink your water!"
As soon as the words leave her mouth, she regrets them; Kim Jongin drinking water while glistening in sweat should be illegal. She casts her mind around to find something, /anything/ to distract herself.
"You must dance hard."
Oh nice one- Vivian mentally slaps herself. But Jongin just grins.
"I can show you? Next week! I'll show you! From 2 to 3!"
"I have to work Jongin."
"Will hyung can cover for you or something. Come on, Vivian noona!"
Vivian feels her breathing constrict at the sound of her name falling from his lips- his voice deep and smooth while still retaining the touch of childish eagerness.
"I... Fine."
Vivian swears that if she lost her mind somewhere between 32 and 35, she must've lost her heart between 2 and 3.
