Scenario: Jimin, your crush, is gpign to give you a dance lesson you'll never forget...

Rated: Fluff

P: Jimin x Reader

Requested by: KimYonCrystal

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Who were you to complain?

You had always been a shy child, choosing to spend your time in a book or simply trying to stay away from everyone.

Why?

You weren't fit.

You weren't at the weight you wished, and occasionally you'd get the doctors sneaky remark on it.

You hated it.

When you we're heavy, everyone called you fat, when you we're super skinny, everyone called you anorexic.

You couldn't please them.

No one.

But there was something that always kept you smiling.

Well, rephrased, someone.

There he was in the middle of the courtyard of your high school, dancing Bam by Momoland, his legs shuffling while he whipped his hair as if he was in a rave.

He was crazy, but what was their not to love about the squishy ball of mochi in front of you.

Park Jimin.

He was your crush, and had been for three years and counting.

The first time you had cross paths with him was in P.E class.

He was playing volleyball with the other guys, his face shining with sweat, his white tee stuck to his back and his legs looking so good in the basketball shorts he was wearing.

He kept leaping, his sweaty hair moving heavily left and right making him look so charming, his eyebrows furrowed and concentrated as he yelled and made grunts and noises while moving.

“Yah! That's stupid”

“Fuck!”

“Shit, I had it.”

All these comments coming out such plino and innocent lips made your heart flutter.

He was so cute.

Dozing off, you didn't realize when he had suddenly slammed you into the wall, hitting the ball and scoring for his team.

You laid on the floor, your head hitting it pretty hard while he sat on top of you.

You were on the heavy side that year, your weight being the reason you had sat out and had decided to go view the guys playing the the boys gym.

Big mistake.

Now you we're on the floor, Jimin's butt on your torso while his hands pushed off the floor to get off of you.

“Scoreeeee!” He yelled, forgetting you had crashed his fall.

But you were contempt, you didn't want to get any attention on you. Unfortunately, Jin, one of your seniors, went and smacked Jimin, making him take you to the nurse's office and apologize.

He never did remember your name however, especially since he was in too many clubs to remember the one girl in his p.e class. After that year you only saw him in the courtyard, admiring his dancing from afar.

And so did many other girls.

Rumor had it that he went to the same dance school your older sister went to, and you never worked up the courage to ask her, so you simply kept quiet, your little crush on him being your biggest secret.

Until the day she found your hidden stash of dancing videos.

That day she forced you to go with her to practice, telling you to go to the sophomore class since she'd seen you dance plenty of times and knew you could keep up with the sophomore dancers.

There you were, standing in joggers and an oversize white shirt, waiting patiently for your instructor.

Your sister had told you the instructor was around your age, and had been dancing for so long he had gone up the ranks so quickly that he often helped out the other dance instructors by teaching sophomore dancers.

You were surprised to see so many people, some older others younger than you.

They all seemed quite happy, the girls being giggly as fuck.

You wondered why until you saw who the instructor was, Jimin walking in confidently with a clipboard in hand through the practice studio door.

“Well, hello everyone! Some of you may know me, but for those who don't, I'm Park Jimin, and I've been dancing for about 13 years now. I will be your instructor today. Now, let's begin with some warm up and stretching shall we?”

He carried himself so much more differently than when he danced at school.

You wanted to cry, stepping back as far away as possible from everyone else, hoping to hide your existence in that room, or better yet, from the world.

“He doesn't recognize me right? I mean we haven't talked in so long right? He can't know me. He just can't,” you thought, reassuring yourself that he wouldn't know who you were, much less know your name.

“Y/N, wrong step, you skipped one,” he yelled out as he everyone did the dance he had showed y'all.

Your face went red.

So he did remember.

He kept coming over and holding your hand to change your position or to stop you so he could show you where you were going wrong.

He did the same with the other, but just having him so close made your skin crawl.

You low key thought he was enjoying it.

He began a new step, waiting and watching everyone carefully.

Again, he went to your side and fixed your positioning, his breath against your ear, making you shiver in response.

By the end of it you were tired and embarrassed, sitting at the corner of the practice room while everyone huddle together and drank water while laughing and convesating.

You weren't interested, sitting alone, hoping your embarrassment would go away, but it didn't.

There he was again, acting cute.

Some girl had asked him about his other hobbies besides dancing, and watching him respond so excitingly reminded you of a toddler explaining what he had done that day to his parents. His eyes were big and wide, and he moved his arms, showing just how excited he was.

Just as you giggled at him shyly scratching and mess in around with his hair, he caught your eyes on him, saying something to the girls before turning to walk towards you.

Jimin walked over to you after seeing that you were alone, telling everyone it was the end of the session and for them to go home.
“Y/N, you're staying.”

Everyone turned to look at you, snickering and giggling before heading out the door.

“Yes?” You asked, your legs spread eagle on the floor as you drank some water.

“You're Suha’s sister right?”

“Yeah,” you answered, assuming he probably didn't realize you were also classmates.

“Ah, I guessed. You look a lot like her. Plus you and her have the same love for dance. Don't think I didn't notice you recording me in the courtyard, I'm not that dense,” he giggled, his eyes closing do to how hard he smiled.

Your face felt hot, your cheeks probably giving away just how embarrassed you were at getting caught.

“Sorry,” you apologized.

“What for?”

“Recording without permission.”

“That's not… I wasn't scolding you or anything. I found it kinda cute. I'm kinda sad we haven't had any classes since freshman year, but hey, at least we'll get to see each other more now if you come to practice. So… Will you?” He asked.

“Um.. I don't know. Wait, so you-”

Before you could confront him about him knowing y'all didn't share classes anymore, he pulled you up and onto your feet.

“Now, let's practice. I don't want you getting behind. The others have two years head start. Show me what you got,” he giggled.

The small bouncing and beat wasn't hard, Jimin laughing when you made a mistake and mimicking you to show you were you had messed up.

And hour went by, both of you guys running around the room like idiots and falling onto the floor after finishing up the last dance.

“You did great Y/N. How bout we do this more often.”

“Why would I come back?” You asked both happy y'all had spend the day together and happy he remembered who you were.

“Don't you want more private lessons with your crush?”

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🐨Ik this one was short and I left it in a huge cliffhanger but I thought it would suit the feeling.

Plus I don't know if you've noticed, my reactions and imagines don't feel the same and it's bc I force myself to write more and drag the idea I had in the beginning to give you more to read, but sometimes I just..

So I resided to stop that and simply write as much as I can from that idea.

Hope that's ok with you guys and I hope I don't lose some of you guys bc of it.

Anyway, enjoy.

Mama KoalaBeaw
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