IQ148 // namjoon ✔️

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August; 2014

NamJoon only mildly remembers that there's been a red CD boombox player resting on the bookshelf in the corner of the courtyard. It is only fully revealed when JungMi moves a pile of books away.

“Does it still work?” NamJoon asks in awe from the other side of the courtyard as JungMi pulls it out of it's hiding place. He scoots to the edge of the stool and leans over the wooden table to get a better view.

She opens the CD compartment and peeks inside. What she sees causes the corners of her lips to curl upwards. She glances at NamJoon, “There's already a CD inside.”

She closes the top and plugs in the cord to a nearby outlet. She presses play with a delicate touch as the smooth keyboard, light drums, and heavenly harmonies fill the courtyard. She turns up the volume until NamJoon is able to hear it from far away.

It's definitely not something from this decade…

But JungMi doesn't seem to care; she can move to any melody. She stands up and starts swaying as the words of the first verse resonate.

All of NamJoon's facial features gradually turn into crescent shapes the longer he watches her turn the courtyard into her own dance floor.

A smile is plastered on her lips as she twirls with grace; expressing herself through a dance and shuffle. He has never seen someone dance so gracefully yet so effortlessly; not even his own band members. It's yet another side to her he has never seen before.

He never knew her to be the kind to like dancing.

The sun shines down on her as her giant disco ball. The rays of sunlight bounce off of her summer blouse, which is light and flowy and moves along freely with her movements. She looks up to the clear, blue sky and waves her arms in the air; like a butterfly taking flight and fluttering through the air.

She's in control of her body at the same time as she lets herself loose. Her movements, though clearly not professionally developed through practice, embodies the smooth, free motions of a gust of smoke floating in still air. Although not extravagant in choreography, the appeal of her dancing is seeing her genuinely enjoy herself.

Her hands glide through the sunlight shining down on her, the rays of light filtering through her fingers.

She glances at NamJoon and ushers him to the dancefloor in a flourish of choreography.

“That's not a good idea.” NamJoon sinks back in his chair, afraid that JungMi will persist, “I'm not a good dancer.”

JungMi halts in her dancing and holds her hand out for NamJoon to take, enticing him by fluttering her fingers. The first verse comes to an end and NamJoon refuses profusely, leaving JungMi hanging.

She stops the CD player, the song pausing just before the first note of the chorus. She parades up to him with a sense of determination. She places the palm of her hand flat on the table and leans over so she's blocking his view; so that he has no choice but to focus on her.

“If you can teach me, a person with two right feet, how to ride a bike,” She slides her hand closer to his, “then I can teach you, a person with two left feet, how to dance.”

NamJoon still doesn't look convinced, but he sits up in his seat, signaling to her that he is considering.

“Think of it this way: two right feet with two left feet are just two pairs of normal feet.” JungMi suggests as she holds her hand out to him again for a second attempt.

NamJoon trusts her in that moment.

He trusted her from the start.

In the same way JungMi took a chance on him to teach her how to to ride a bike, NamJoon is taking a chance on her.