Trouble~pjm

The sixth

I couldn't decide if it was the man or the fact that the food was completely fine. He kept shouting about the garlic, Which had to be there to enhance the flavor. As if he would rather prefer it to be tasteless.
I signed as the guy retreated his accusations and settled back for desert.
I was supposed to be at the house by 4 today to practice the composition. We had been working on it for 3 whole days now. It was polished and beautiful.
At the house. Hobi was already warming up, in red sweatpants and a green shirt. It had become common for me to come across so many colours. Hobi always had the most bright color palate.
He grinned as I showed up.
"I though of a new step. If you sidestep my side. You will then slide.", he demonstrated.
I nodded. Following it.
"Perfect that's great."
The song always brought me to my knees. Dancing to it with hobi, seemed wrong but, I couldn't face the alternative.
I danced. Minutely being amazed by hobi's amazing motions.
Middaway through the dance. Hobi doubled over, hands on his knees. Panting.
"Wait."
His voice was distant. I lost it again. I was just soaring and twirling through his voice. I was taken apart. All in a go.
Just let me love you.
I don't want to let go.
I help the Pointe and twirled again.
The song ended on a familiar note. I sat down.
Hobi settled as he asked me how much I practiced. I shrugged.
"I love this song.", I just said. Hobi stared at me with awe.
"When are you telling him?", it was not hobi. But taehyung who asked me. He had snuck up. I shrieked. But tae just clapped hobi's back and faced me.
"Tell him what?"
"That you are in love with him?", the ease in tae's voice made me wanna cry.
I stiffened. I did not. I could not. After Hyun tan. I could not. Love.. that was too major, very official.
"I was only joking, Effie.", he frowned.
I just explained my part. Why and what was wrong. Even if it wasn't needed. They blew out a breath. Tae running a hand down his face.
"That was beautiful.", he motioned to us.
"Do you think Jimin can use it for his stage?", hobi asked me. I nodded. I won't mind my choreography being danced by the one it was made for.
Dinner was hearty and solitary. At 9 there was a doorbell. Which I opened, hoping it was jungkook who was finally upholding his promise of taking me Seoul sighting. But it wasn't him. It was jimin.

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He looked around. Clearly confused.
"Isn't tae here? He said he would be.", he murmured.
"He left with hobi.", I smiled apologetic. He had bought something that smelled unbelievably good. He carefully unwrapped the foil, showing me a beautiful platter of noodles and salad and black beans.
"What is that?",I asked him.
He smirked. That made me see red.
"Welcome to korea. It's jjangemyong. Black bean noodles. Have a bite.", he motioned me to take a seat. I did. I sniffed at the delicate looking noodles and frowned.
"What?",Jimin frowned.
"Uh, do you have a spoon or fork.",I asked.
He picked up his chopsticks. And passed a pair to me.
If only.
"Oh.", he stood up. Walking across the table, until he stood behind me. He held his hand in front of my eyes.
My heart was beating so hard, I wondered if I would throw up. I looked at his hands that didn't seem all that baby like up close. With those veins...No. Not baby like, manly.
He folded his fingers so they left two slits where the sticks would go in.
"This. Do it like this.", he muttered, right into my ear.
A chill skittered down my spine. I squared my shoulders and felt how he was crouched. His fingers still folded in front of me.
I tried and failed to reciprocate the fold of his hand.
He clicked his tongue. Reaching till his hand held mine. He folded them. But I didn't care. I didn't care about anything beyond the fact that his hands were touching mine. His breath was at my ear. I could feel his warmth. He was everything. I shook, hoping it wasn't very obvious.
"Hold it still.", he whispered as if anything could startle me. As if my being shocked would steal this moment.
That you are in love with him. Tae's voice rang.
I straightened. He noted it and stood straight.
He strode to his seat and swiftly sat down. Holding his chopsticks to me. I looked at him. He just seemed mildly worried. I flinched.
I tried holding the chopsticks. They held. But when I tried to pick the kale with it. I failed.
Jimin chuckled. Tossing me a spoon.
Why would he play with me, if he had the spoon all along
I shook my head, but took a sip.
Warmth. A burst of flavour and heart filling spice.
It was 10 by the time we had finished the noodles. I finished the broth while he munched on the salad. I managed the walk to the couch till I plopped down. Jimin followed suit. He sighed, murmuring something about gaining a pound or two
We sat in a silence. Where I wondered what I had done to be able to have late night snacks with my idol and live in his room. And his house. And being able to talk to him. I sighed. Struggling to get up.
"Hobi Hyung told me...about you. Your dance.", Jimin's head was thrown back, his shoulders relaxed.
"He told me about your composition of serendipity. Can you..can I do it with you?"
His question caught me off guard. Hobi Told him. I sat up straight.
"Sure, if you want to.", I offered.
"I want to."
The weird desperation made me get up. I prowled to the studio. Well aware of him behind me.
"After that dinner, this is needed.", he said, warming up. How his body moved...
I showed him. He watched with awe. And something else.
I laid down on the mat. I was tired. I realised that dancing this fiercely after a heavy dinner wasn't advisable.
Jimin stopped immediately, "Are you ok?", he asked.
I nodded. Just a minor nausea wave. All that twirling and moving...not good.
He laid down. His head touching mine. I didn't realise as I let go.
I fell asleep.

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