Park Jimin

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(y/n) - your name

(h/l) - hair length

(h/c) - hair colour

(e/c) - eye colour

(b/f/n) - best friends name (female)

(u/n) - username

I sit down on the grass, my laptop, iPad, and phones ready beside me. I count down the minutes and seconds as I wait for 6 pm. I jump in my spot when there is a minute left. Come one, come on! Jumping up and down on the grass, I count down the seconds.

9.

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"YES!" Bighit uploaded their new song and I instantly start playing them on all my devices, instantly getting the views up. I sigh in my seat, listening to the new song, smiling like the giant idiot I am. "It's so catchy! DNA!" I sing out loud along with the song, instantly standing up and dancing along. My phone suddenly goes off after a long while and I groan, picking up the phone.

"Yes?" my monotone voice echoes through the phone, my face darkening and instantly becoming stoic.

"Where the hell are you!? You worthless piece of shit, answer me!" my father's tone reaches my ears and I instantly panic. Oh no. I stayed out of the house for too long! Breathing calmly, I answer.

"I'm at (b/f/n)'s house. We are working on our PE choreography."

"You ungrateful child! I'm picking you up straight away and we are having a talk." His voice deepens and my heartbeat picks up. I end the call and call (b/f/n).

"Hey wassup man."

"Code red!"

"Oh shit! Hold up, I'll get you on my motor. You're at the hangout right?" I hear motorbike engine rev and I know that (b/f/n) on her way. Thank god.

"Yeah. See you in 2."

"No worries man." she ends the call and I start to pack up my stuff. Sitting down on the tree, I take a deep breath, readying myself for what was coming. Taking out my phone, I plug my headphones in and crank up the volume, DNA playing. I stay alert for (b/f/n) motorbike and I see her. Grabbing my bag, I hop on behind her, putting the helmet on as she rides off. My (h/l) (h/c) hair sways in the wind, my mind blank as I feel the wind caress my face, almost as if it was trying to save me from what was coming. We arrive at (b/f/n)'s house and we both sit down on the steps as if we were waiting for my father. I hear the car engine and I blast the music up higher.

"Hello (b/f/n). I'm here to pick up (y/n)." (b/f/n) nods and hugs me goodbye, not before whispering in my ear.

"Stay strong. Just wait a little longer and we both can get outta here." I nod and squeeze her until I let her go. Following dad to the car, I sit in the back seat with my little sibling. They look at me with pity. I glare at them, knowing they slipped up. I sigh and sit back, taking the headphones off and started recording.

"So you think you can run off without me knowing, you little shit! You think I'm stupid!?" I look out the window, trying to drown out the harsh words. "Listen to me when I talk to you, you arrogant child! You think you know everything! You run around wasting your time and what of your studies!? Nothing! Waste of space you are! You are so stupid and such an idiot! Your head always stuck on your phone!"

"I always tell you where I am though and I get your permission." I say softly, tears springing in my eyes.

"You useless child! You think you can talk to me like that! How dare you show me attitude! You talk back to me and you are so rude!" but I'm not. I never am. I always ask you if I could go out, tell you where I am going. I study hard and I don't talk back to you. Cause I'm scared. Scared of you. You are never happy with me, no matter what I do. I ruined my future just to make you happy. But you are never happy with my efforts. Do you even know what I like, what I dislike, what my interests are or my hobbies? I close my eyes. These words ringing in my head. Only if I could speak them out. I have never lived like a normal 18-year-old girl. Never get to do the things my friends get to do. I have never even experienced shopping with my friends. I'm always stuck at home like I'm under house arrest and I'm never allowed to speak. I'm like a mute servant and my dad, a high ruling king. He controls my every being, my every movement, my whole life. He ruined me. Ruined my life. It's funny how a daughter hates her father and others are like, every child needs a father. I'm better off. And it's also funny how a child's depression is all caused by her parents, funny isn't it. Aren't the parents supposed to help the child instead of being the cause? Looking out the window, I put back my headphones, my chest heavy and my heart hurting. Just a few more weeks and I can leave them all behind.

Stuck in my bedroom again, I start doing my schoolwork, ignoring the multiple calls from my friends or the notifications from my social media, most being insta fans asking for my next post. Yeah, I'm insta famous, though that was kinda by accident. My friends all had social media and bugged me to get insta, so I downloaded it. Not knowing what to post, I uploaded one of my choreography clips, most being freestyle or covers for certain songs. From there, my friends shared my profile with all their friends and their friends shared it with their friends, and so on. So that's what happened. I mostly reenact choreography by western artists or freestyled my own to their songs. I was only into western songs until (b/f/n) introduced me to kpop, and boy did she make a mistake. I'm obsessed now. It's like how they say, once you're in, you can't get out. Me and (b/f/n) both do covers for BTS especially, also doing freestyle to their songs. She has an account of course but she collabs with me mostly. Sighing out loud, I look out the window and see the full moon. I suddenly hear laughter and I know it's from little sibling and dad. I go back to doing my work, my laptop on the whole time as my playlist loops, the views for DNA increasing. The night draws on and I complete my work just a little after midnight. Body buzzing with the need to let out dark emotions, I quietly head out of the house with my backpack. The night was a little chilly, thank god I had my hoodie on but unlucky I was wearing my black leggings. Shivering a little, I head to the park. Seoul at night is a peaceful time, preferably taking a walk at this time of night.

Arriving at the park, I walk to the middle of the field, lamps lighting up the area brightly. Setting my bag down, I take the hoodie off, shiver going down my spine as my shoulder off shirt doesn't help to keep me warm. I take my laptop out, ready to record as my phone starts playing DNA. breathing in and out, I start to dance, letting out all my inner emotions. My heart beats faster and my chest heaves, my eyes stinging from the wind as it pierces the tears that stream down my cheeks. The lyrics run past my ears, not being registered by my brain as the words springing in my head, breaking my heart over and over again. My body heats up as I start to get furious beyond compare, my breathing quickening, the melody and the harmony synchronising with my movements. The beat leads my feet, the blood that pumps through my body as the beat drops. I scream out in pain, dropping to my knees as years of pain burst from my eyes.

Years of bottling these emotions, the case cracking till it was too much to hold. I look down at the ground, my tears looking like dew drops on the blades of grass as I scream out loud once more into the night, anger pulsating through my body. Breathing heavily, I stand up and see a figure standing by. They were too far away to distinguish their features. It must be a guy, as the figure was a bit built but quite short. I think I'm shorter than this guy. Well, that's sad for me, seeing as this guy might be shorter than the average male. He was wearing a hoodie, concealing his face and he was wearing runners with trackies. I think he is on a run. The man nods his head and walks off as I just continue staring at him until I see him disappear. Well, that's weird. Shaking my head, I wipe away my tears, turning my attention to learning the choreography of BTS new song, DNA.

"FIRE!" I groan, loudly, reaching for my phone as my alarm goes off. Singing softly along with the music, I turn it off. I get up slowly, my body in slight pain from last night. Ugh, I shouldn't have stayed up till 2 in the morning. Checking my phone, I see that it's 7 knowing that little sibling and dad went out already for work and school. Sighing, I start to get ready for work. I play DNA out loud as I start changing into my dance clothes. Dad knows I work, but not where or what. I give dance lessons and use my spare time to make promotional videos for the studio, which is a win-win as I get lots of time to practice choreo for different songs and get paid. The only reason I work is so hard is so I could save up money to move out. I just need to work for a few more days and I can finally live my life. Today, I have the whole day to practice DNA, seeing as I perfected a little last night. If I clean up the rusty moves, I can upload it on insta. Quickly grabbing a muesli bar, I run out the door with my gym bag. I see (b/f/n) with her motorbike and I hop on, putting the helmet on as she drives off.

"You ready?"

"Yeah! I was out last night, working on the choreo. We can perfect it today and upload it on insta."

"Would be amazing to do but I gotta help out at the family business after I drop you at the studio."

"Nah that's cool. I'll clean it up a little and send you a vid of it today after I'm done."

"That's fine by me. Can't wait to see those cool moves." (b/f/n) laughs lowly and I grin, loving the feel of the wind in my hair. We arrive at the studio and I hop off, taking the helmet off and putting it in the compartment. I wave (b/f/n) goodbye and head inside the studio. I greet the people with a small wave as I look for my studio. Opening the doors, I head inside revelling in the quiet. I drop my pack to the floor and take out my speakers along with my phone and laptop. Setting them up, I start practising the full song a few times, perfecting the moves before actually recording myself. The music fills the room and I put everything into the choreo. After the 5th run, I stop to take a break, laying on the cool floor after taking a swig from my bottle. I think I should record now. I face the laptop towards the giant mirror and I fix my clothing a little. Wearing my ripped black jeggings with a grey crop top, I start to record, the music playing as I dance the choreo. Breathing heavily a little, the music ending. I wait a while and then stop the recording. I look at the video, smiling.

"Not bad, I should fix my footing a little and strengthen my arms more." I send the video from my laptop to my phone, along with the freestyle video. Laying back on the cold floor, I cross my legs and look through my notifications. Well damn. Sure I've been gone a while, but is it necessary to blow up my phone? I chuckle lightly at some of the comments and reply back to some. The fans instantly replying back with excitement. Through insta, I send both the videos to (b/f/n). Her being the big fan she is, she posts her choreos on a BTS fan account that is similar to the actual BTS username. I close my phone, sighing, sleep suddenly crawling to my tired body. It wouldn't hurt to sleep for a while right?

--Jimin--

The guys all watch as the views skyrocket. We just released the new DNA music video and our fans are loving it.

"ARMY is the best!" Hoseok Hyung grins, the views still going up.

"I hope they like the new song." Namjoon Hyung says, Jungkook nodding.

"Hope they like the whole album." Taehyung says, his boxy grin in full view. Jin Hyung smiles, watching the music video. I look to my right and see Yoongi Hyung asleep. I chuckle as his mouth is open, him in being a deep sleep. As the usual. I sigh, relaxing back on the couch after a long time with rehearsals and the comeback videos, along with the release of the teasers. Finally able to get a break, I drape my arm over my eyes to get some sleep. After a while, the guys start to get louder.

"Whats going on? What time is it?" I yawn, getting up to see what the commotion was.

"Look at this Jimin Hyung!" Jungkook grins, handing me his phone. My eyes widen. The views have increased so much in the past few hours!

"Keep it down would you." Yoongi Hyung mumbles, turning around on the sofa. I check the time and see that it's a little past 12. Buzzing with energy, I decide to go for a run in the cool wind. Going up to my room, I change into a hoodie, going shirtless, my runners and track pants. Plugging my headphones in, I pocket my phone along with the house keys and head out. Breathing in the cool air of Seoul, I start out in a jog, making sure my face was concealed. My breath fogs up in front of me, music playing through my headphones. The street lights flit past my eyes, the scenery changing as I start to head to a nearby park. In the distance, I hear faint music, but not the one coming through my headphones. Who would be out this late, besides me? Curious, I walk to the field and see a figure dancing. Getting a little closer, I release they are dancing to DNA. Oh, it must be an ARMY. I watch as they freestyle, moving their body vigorously and hard, a few pop and lock moves. I see tears streaming down their face and they fall to the floor, screaming out in pain and anger. My body lurches forward as if to help them but I stop. I might look like a creep if I do that. They stand up and they look at me and my breath hitches. It's a girl. Her chest heaves as she breathes heavily, that ass snugly fitted in those tight leggings and her glistening neck and collarbone exposed with sweat by her shoulder off shirt. She looks at me, her (h/l) (h/c) hair framing her face. Why is she crying? I shouldn't stay here for too long, she might recognise me. I nod at her and walk away, looking back quickly to notice her wiping her tears away. Why does my heart hurt? Shaking my head, I jog back to the house, still thinking about the crying dancer.

"Jimin! Wake up!" I groan out, pulling my pillow over my head. I suddenly feel something heavy on my back and I moan out in pain. Who is that!?

"Jimin! You have to see this!" Turning around, I see Taehyung laying on my back as Jin shoved a phone in my face. I turn around and Taehyung falls off the bed as I take the phone. Someone sent a DM to the BTS official Instagram page. Sitting up, I open it to see two videos sent along with a message.

(u/n)

'Hey (b/f/n). Heres 2 vids of DNA. 1 is freestyle, 2 is choreo. Can u edit & send back 2 post. Thnx man.'

Looking through this person's profile, I realise that it was the girl I saw last night at the park. The one that was crying. I check out her Instagram profile and see that she's quite famous, posting dance clips of different songs, both Kpop and western.

"She must have sent this by accident if it was addressed to her friend." Taehyung says from the floor.

"What are the videos about?"Jungkook asks from the doorway as I shrug. The guys surround me as I click on the first video. A background of the park shows up along with the face of the girl. Her long lashes framing her big, dull, (e/c) eyes, full lips, and baby cheeks. She's quite adorable up close. I hear a faint squeak and turn to see Jungkook blushing red from seeing a girl. Taehyung drapes an arm around his shoulder grinning at his expression. Jin laughs as well and my attention goes back to the video. I watch as she backs away from the screen a little, her phone in view. DNA starts to play and she places the phone down before walking back a few more steps. Her head down, she starts moving to the beat, her body swaying and feet moving along with the harmony.

"What are you guys watching?" I look up to see Hoseok Hyung and Namjoon Hyung. I hand them the video and the rest surround them.

"Hey, why is she crying?" Yoongi Hyung comes outta nowhere, scaring some of the guys.

"I don't know. I just saw her at the park on her knees crying." I shrug and the guys instantly look up at me. "What?"

"You saw her? When?" Namjoon Hyung asks.

"I went out for a jog last night. Remember."

"So she lives in Seoul then." Taehyung grabs the phone and continues watching. "She has a nice figure." Jin Hyung instantly covers Jungkook's ears and glares at Taehyung.

"Don't say that so freely!"

"But it's true!"

"I agree with Taehyung." Yoongi says as Namjoon Hyung and Hoseok Hyung nods as well.

"Hey, back off. I saw her first." I mumble but sadly, Jungkook heard me.

"Jimin Hyung likes her!" the guys look at me again and smugly grin at me. That's it. I'm doomed. Namjoon Hyung grabs the phone and does something with it.

"Whoa. She's famous. Look at the videos she's posted."

"She put down her number!" Hoseok Hyung says and I run for the phone. I grab it and click to see her phone number.

"Is this actually her number?" I ask.

"Someone wants to talk to her badly." Namjoon Hyung says smugly.

"Hey, she has a nice ass. Ow!" I rub my arm where Jin Hyung slapped me.

"You can't say that around Jungkook."

"Ok, ok." It's not like he's innocent. He seems like it but he's not.

"Let's call her." Taehyung suggests.

"We can't do that. Manager Hyung won't like that." Hoseok Hyung says.

"Too late. I'm calling." I grin and click on the number, instantly going on a call. I put the phone on speaker as it rings.

"You have reached the Seoul Dance And Fitness studio. How can I help you?" I mute it and the guys burst out laughing. I roll my eyes and unmute the phone.

"Um, do you have a dancer with (e/c) eyes and (h/l) (h/c) hair?"

"Ah yes. (y/f/n)." (y/f/n), a beautiful name for a pretty sexy dancer. "She is a dance tutor. Would you like to join a class or have a one on one session?" I look over at the guys to see them shaking their head and hands no.

"One on one please."

"She has a free day tomorrow so you can come to the studio anytime between 8 am to 12 am." That late!?

"Thank you."

"Your welcome sir." the call ends and I see the guys all just staring at me.

"You're not actually going are you?" Jungkook asks.

"I am." I walk to my bathroom, freshening up for the day as the guys start shouting at me from the other side of the door.

"Manager Hyung won't be happy!"

"How are you going to go in disguise!?"

"What if she recognises you!?"

"You guys are so loud."

"You would get in trouble!"

"What if the paparazzi find out about this!?" I open the door and all of them fall to the floor on top of one another.

"They won't. I just want to meet her."

"That is fine and all, but how will you do it?" They all ask at the same time. How WOULD I do this?