The rabbit stares me.
It stares into my eyes as I collapse to the floor, back against the wall. Sweat runs down my body, from the damp hair plastered to my forehead to my aching ribs. My breathing is ragged and my white shirt sticks to my skin, wet and uncomfortably warm.
The rabbit tilts its head from across the rectangular practice room, eyes boring into mine with mischievous curiosity. Its white fur shimmers as it grabs the left side of its scarlet blazer, pulling out a pocket watch. It turns its attention back to me, shooting a sly grin, and asks me, "Must know the time, young man?"
My breathing has calmed to a steady panting when I stare at the rabbit blankly, but it proceeds without my answer. It hops closer to show me the face of …show more content…
"I.. I have to practice."
"More?" ( Y / N) asks, eyebrows raised.
"I have to. They.." I lick my lips, gulping. "They'll be angry at me."
She seems to know who "they" are without clarification and purses her lips, though her tone is still gentle as she questions, "Do you know what time it is?"
I nod, eyes unfocused. "The rabbit told me. It.. it told me the time and that I need to keep going." My voice sounds a bit airy, almost delirious, and I wonder if I look like a muttering psychopath.
Probably.
"The rabbit.." ( Y / N ) echoes emptily, gaze wandering thoughtfully. Subtle realization flickers across her face briefly, and I hear her mutter to herself, "Ah.. You're having the visions again.."
"( Y / N)," I say, and she gives a low "mhmm" of recognition. "I.. I am sad. They never are satisfied. They ask where my.. my abs are now often. W-why?" My voice cracks, and I look at her …show more content…
"Jimin-ah.." She whispers, cupping my face in her hands. "You dance for hours and hours, and exercise until dawn, but the members and I, along with everyone else, think.. know that you can't exert yourself like this. You drive yourself literally mad trying to please every single person out there with the perfect body and perfect dancing." Her fingertips are cool against my hot, flushed skin as her right thumb traces the outline of my cheekbones and my jaw, trailing the sweat marks. "The real fans don't love you for muscles or abs, but for the wonderful person you've proven yourself to be. You only need to be content with yourself, and to just be yourself. Do you hear me, Park Jimin?" She chokes out my name, as she has begun crying slowly now, the teardrops falling to the floor, one by
It stares into my eyes as I collapse to the floor, back against the wall. Sweat runs down my body, from the damp hair plastered to my forehead to my aching ribs. My breathing is ragged and my white shirt sticks to my skin, wet and uncomfortably warm.
The rabbit tilts its head from across the rectangular practice room, eyes boring into mine with mischievous curiosity. Its white fur shimmers as it grabs the left side of its scarlet blazer, pulling out a pocket watch. It turns its attention back to me, shooting a sly grin, and asks me, "Must know the time, young man?"
My breathing has calmed to a steady panting when I stare at the rabbit blankly, but it proceeds without my answer. It hops closer to show me the face of …show more content…
"I.. I have to practice."
"More?" ( Y / N) asks, eyebrows raised.
"I have to. They.." I lick my lips, gulping. "They'll be angry at me."
She seems to know who "they" are without clarification and purses her lips, though her tone is still gentle as she questions, "Do you know what time it is?"
I nod, eyes unfocused. "The rabbit told me. It.. it told me the time and that I need to keep going." My voice sounds a bit airy, almost delirious, and I wonder if I look like a muttering psychopath.
Probably.
"The rabbit.." ( Y / N ) echoes emptily, gaze wandering thoughtfully. Subtle realization flickers across her face briefly, and I hear her mutter to herself, "Ah.. You're having the visions again.."
"( Y / N)," I say, and she gives a low "mhmm" of recognition. "I.. I am sad. They never are satisfied. They ask where my.. my abs are now often. W-why?" My voice cracks, and I look at her …show more content…
"Jimin-ah.." She whispers, cupping my face in her hands. "You dance for hours and hours, and exercise until dawn, but the members and I, along with everyone else, think.. know that you can't exert yourself like this. You drive yourself literally mad trying to please every single person out there with the perfect body and perfect dancing." Her fingertips are cool against my hot, flushed skin as her right thumb traces the outline of my cheekbones and my jaw, trailing the sweat marks. "The real fans don't love you for muscles or abs, but for the wonderful person you've proven yourself to be. You only need to be content with yourself, and to just be yourself. Do you hear me, Park Jimin?" She chokes out my name, as she has begun crying slowly now, the teardrops falling to the floor, one by