161112 Waltz ft. Park Jimin    
(to set the mood)   You wake up early that morning to clean the house. Not wanting to disturb a still sleeping Jimin, you listen to music through earphones as you sweep the floor.   “1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3,” you count the beat mentally as you waltz to music only you can hear. With the broom as your partner, you slide and spin gracefully around the living room. Enjoying yourself in your own world, your eyes widen in surprise when you complete a turn to see Jimin leaning by the room door staring at you with interest. You stop dancing and set the broom down against the nearest piece of furniture. Pulling your earbuds out, you smile at the sleepyhead.   “Good morning,” you greet. Standing in front of him, you soothe his messy bedhead.    “Waltz, early in the morning?” He asks, snaking an arm around your waist. As if still sleepy, he uses his other hand to rub his eyes.    You frown at him and pull his hand away. “Don’t do that,” you chid. “Go wash up. I’ll prepare breakfast.” But Jimin doesn’t seem to have thoughts of releasing you any time soon.    "You," he calls your name softly.   "Yes, Jimin?"   “Dance for me,” he says, pulling you closer to him. You know how much he loves watching you dance - it was at a ballroom party that you first met each other. Mesmerised by your grace, he said he was.    “I’m not that good,” you admit, rejecting his idea.    Jimin pouts cutely. “Just for a while, please? I think you dance the best in the world.” Defeated, you nod shyly and put on the music you were earlier listening to out loud.    “I’ll always remembe