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CHAPTER SEVEN
• ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ •

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"Hey," Jimin greets as he jogs over to you. "I hope I didn't make you wait for too long."

He pulls you into a hug and your eyebrows raise in surprise.

"Uh, no, you didn't," You pull away. "So what did you want to show me?"

"It's down this way," Jimin grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his, and pulls you down the sketchy street. "Come on."

"Look, I have done nothing to you and honestly I'm too young to die–"

"Y/N," He laughs at your words. "I'm not going to kill you."

"Yay. Thanks."

Jimin turns the corner and stops at the front of an old, worn out house.

"Okay, nope," You pull your hand away from his. "You're going to kill me."

He rolls his eyes playfully and starts walking up the concrete path towards the house.

"This is where I used to live," Jimin turns around to look at you. "Many, many years ago."

"What are we doing here?"

"We're going inside."

Jimin turns around to continue walking, but you quickly jog towards him, grabbing his arm.

"Going inside? We're trespassing!"

"No one lives here. Look at it," He glances back at the house. "It's falling apart. Plus, I come here all the time."

You sigh and nod. He smiles and continues to walk up the concrete. Once the two of you reach the front door, he opens it for you to enter.

"Woah," You mutter, looking around and walking into the living room.

There was an old beige couch, a wooden table beside it, a wooden drawer, and other things here and there.

"Clean, huh," Jimin says from behind you.

"Yeah. You'd think it'd be messy and rat-infested in here, but no. I mean, look at this carpet. It's spotless!"

"I clean up often since I spend most nights here."

"Here?" You turn to him with a confused expression. "When you practically live in a mansion?"

Jimin chuckles at your reaction, "I argue with my friends a lot."

"Seriously? I thought you were very close to them."

"I'm only close to Yoongi," He smiles at the thought of his best friend. "We've been through a lot," Jimin shakes his head. "But anyway, the reason I brought you here is because this is like my little dance studio and I've been struggling with a choreography for your song."

"Oh God," You feel the worry start to build up inside of you. "I can write another song if you're not feeling–"

"That's the thing, I am, but I don't know why I can't make up a choreo. So I thought that maybe if the composer of the song was here with me, I might be able to make one up."

You smile, the weight being lifted off your shoulders, "Okay."

You turn around and walk over to the couch, sitting down and making yourself comfortable.

"Dance for me, Park Jimin."

Jimin chuckles and takes out his phone, opening up the file of your song. He sets down the phone on the drawer beside him and presses play.

The beginning of your soft piano tune is heard from the speaker of the phone. Jimin wiggles his arms and legs, preparing himself to dance.

As the song continues, Jimin dances around the room, trying various moves with different beats and parts of the song.

It isn't until he's replayed and danced through the song for the seventh time when he finally puts his different pieces together.

Silently sitting on the couch, you watch as he began increasing his movements with such simplicity and absolute control. With each perfect and suave stride Jimin made, it became obvious just how tough and strict he has been on himself.

Your eyes followed every single move he made. They might as well have been glued to him since it was impossible for you to look away as he gracefully danced and spun around the room.

And maybe it wasn't only his moves which captivated you, but the god-sculpted abs of his that would peek through his white sweater every time he lifted his arms or made any sudden movement.

"So," He pants, out of breath because of all the dancing. "How was that?"

"Amazing, Jimin. You were... breathtaking."

"Thank you," Jimin grins, his eyes forming into small crescents. "I need water. You want anything?"

You shake your head and he heads into the kitchen. You stand up and look around the living room before the bedroom beside it catches your eye. You walk inside and plop yourself down on the mattress which laid on the floor.

"You mind if I take a nap?" You ask as Jimin walks into the room. "The 30-minute drive got me tired and I don't want to be falling asleep on the way back."

"I don't mind." He answers, sitting down beside you and resting his back against the wall.

"You're the best." You mumble, fixing the pillow underneath your head.

After getting comfortable, you close your eyes and slowly drift off to sleep. Jimin looks down at you and a small smile reaches his lips, his fingers going to move the strands of hair out of your face.

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The setting sun hits your eyes, blinding you as you try to open them. When you do, you're met with a sleeping Jimin, face inches away from yours.

As your eyes skim his features, you notice how handsome he is. Not that you haven't noticed before, but it just hits different when you're face to face with him.

You admire his round, marshmallow cheeks, his cute button nose, all the way to his plump, round lips. Oh, those lips.

Jimin hums softly before slowly opening his eyes. He shortly smiles at the sight of you.

"You're not gone." He shades, referring to last night.

You chuckle lightly, "Shut up."

Jimin bites his bottom lip, his piercing eyes looking into yours. His gaze was intense which came from the fire that burned deep within his soul—an endless depth of hurt, pain, and sorrow.

The color of his eyes reminded you of the black ashes remaining from a fire that burned everything to the ground. They held the type of darkness that wasn't dark.

It wasn't until you felt Jimin's hand on your wrist, fingers slowly tracing their way up your arm, when you snapped out of his trance. You look down at his moving hand then back up at him.

"I should go." You whisper.

"Yeah," He agrees, knowing if you stayed any longer things between the two of you could escalate. "You should."

You get up and immediately leave the house. Jimin turns to face the ceiling and he sighs deeply.

As you're walking towards your car, your phone begins to ring. When you see the name, you pick up.

"Hey."

"Baby," Byungho speaks at the end of the line. "I haven't seen you in a while. How about you come over?"

"Sure," You look back at the house, Jimin lingering in your mind. "I'll be there in a bit."

Jimin, who stands by the window, hears your conversation from inside. You hang up the phone and get into your car, starting it and driving off.

Get it together, Jimin. She has a boyfriend and she's human.

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Okay, but listen, Jimin......
those two things are fixable 😗