Little Dancer (Jimin BTS, Park Jimin, BTS Jimin)

Please Don't Leave Me

Ever since we came back from the studio I tried to avoid her. I couldn't take the heartbreak, it hurt living in the same house as her. Let alone bumping into her and being forced to apologise.

I decided to go and practice today since I had been slacking lately. "I'm going to the studio." I called out grabbing my shoes. "Wait I think Jord-" Jungkook shouted. I cut him off by shutting the door. I knew exactly what he was going to say anyway. I decided to still walk out of the building, hopefully she would've left by the time I got there. I don't know, maybe I wanted her to be there. I sighed heavily as I shoved my hands into my pockets and made my way to Big Hit.

I arrived at the big building as I went to reach for my key card. I patted down my pockets. She must've taken mine. Again. The receptionist let me in and tutted. "Girl trouble?" She asked but I pushed past her and ignored her as I ran over to the closed double doors, leading into the dance hall. I saw her.

I watched her body move in sync to the music, I was mesmerised. All of a sudden, she started to cry, her body failed and she buckled to the ground. For a second I contemplated whether I should go in or not. 'Screw it.' I thought. I quickly pulled open the door and ran in as i knelt down to her level. I sat down on the cold, hard wooden floor and pulled her into my arms. "I'm sorry." I cried. She must've recognised my voice because she looked straight up and her eyes filled up even more. She placed her head on my chest. "I'm sorry." She cried hysterically as her voice cracked and her breathing hitched. "Shh." I tried soothing her, stroking her back. Tears streaming down my own face.

We didn't say anything for a while. We just tried to calm each other down. Finally, she had gained enough strength and pulled herself up. I stood up with her. She looked at me for a good few seconds before I stepped forward to hug her. "No." She said looking down as she backed away. Hurt, I looked at her confused. "What? Why?" I replied. "I hurt you Jimin, I don't deserve you. I could say sorry a billion times. I could buy you the moon, I could give you everything you ever wanted and it still wouldn't be enough to show you how sorry I am. I can't." She replied sadly, looking down at her feet. "you are everything I want." I said walking towards her. "I don't deserve you." She repeated avoiding my gaze. "You deserve someone who can give you the world, and more, you deserve someone who won't kiss your bestfriend, or anyone else for that matter, even if it was a mistake." "Exactly" I cut her off. "A mistake." I repeated looking down at her. "I don't want to lose you." I said, my hands finding hers. "I can't lose you." She looked up at me, crying. "Stop, because seeing you cry is hurting me more than anything right now." I said, trying not to cry myself. I forced her into a hug, partly because I missed her being in my arms, partly because she was being stubborn, and partly because I couldn't bare to see her cry anymore. "You promised." I said crying onto her shoulder. "You promised I wouldn't lose you. You said you loved me too much." "I still stand by that statement." She replied, her voice slightly rasped. "Then show me, tell me, kiss me for God's sake because I can't take it anymore." I said pulling back, placing my forehead on hers. "Are you sure you still want this?" She asked wiping her eyes. "If 'this' means you, then yes. I want all of you, the good and the bad. One thousand times yes and no take backs." I said half smiling, looking down at her big eyes. "I ruined your friendship. You hate your best friend because of me, why would you want anything to do with someone like that?" She asked upset. "Because I love her. And I love my bestfriend. Like you both have said, it was a mistake. Tae can't stress enough how sorry he is, and neither can you by the looks of it. Yeah it'l take a while before everything is normal again, but I am willing to work on it. But what I can't stress is not having you." She finally looked up at me. I moved my lips down to hers quickly so she couldn't move away.

I felt at home again.
I felt calm again.
For the first time in a while, my heart skipped.

I pulled away and put my arms around her neck, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I love you. So much. I don't care if it was a mistake, I just need you, please." I said into her hair. She broke down again. "I thought I lost you." She said crying. "You sound like me." I chuckled. "The only way you were going to lose me was if you didn't want me anymore, I would've been a wreck...but I want you to be happy." I replied looking down at her. "I am happy. With you." She said looking back up at me with tear stained cheeks. "Oh god." I sighed hugging her again. "I don't wanna know what it's gunna be like when you do leave Korea."I said chuckling slightly. "I told you." She started. "Don't think about it now." She smiled weekly and took my hand. "Come on. It's getting late." I said leading her out of the studio. "It's 11 am?" She said in confusion. "Yeah, getting late for breakfast!" I replied laughing. "Oh wow." She said chuckling slightly.

"Did you bring your purse?" I asked stepping into the cold air. "Uh..." She stopped as she patted her pockets. I stopped walking. "Yeah, I got it, why?" She asked walking ahead slightly. I walked over to her and wiped her cheeks clean. "Because. We could ditch whatever crap the boys have cooked up and go to our coffee place." I suggested looking at her. "I'll pay you back." I winked. "I don't want your money." She said cutely linking her arm with mine as we started to walk. "Who said I was talking about money?" I replied smirking. She laughed as she nudged my side. "Owwww." I replied as i pouted. "Don't worry, I'll kiss it better when you 'pay me back.' She winked. I laughed at her cheekiness.

We finally reached the small, cosy, coffee joint. We sat down in our regular booth as I stood up to go and order. "Pancakes?" I asked turning back to face her. "Sure." She smiled. She handed me her purse as I walked off to go and order our belated breakfast.

Jordan's *POV*

I still felt so guilty. I sat there patiently waiting for Jimin to come back. I looked out of the window, watching people on bikes, people with kids, pass by contently. Jimin finally came back with two glasses of orange juice. "Sorry, the line was really long." He apologised, setting down me my drink in front of me. "They're gunna bring the food to the table." He said smiling as he sat down opposite me. I ignored him as carried on looking out of the window. "Stop worrying." He said kicking my foot under the table, pulling me out of my thoughts. I still ignored him again. "Look at me." He demanded. I turned my head to meet his calm brown eyes. "Stop." He mouthed. "I'm sorry." I mouthed back, eyes starting to tear up again. "Pancakes with banana?" The waitress interrupted, looking between me and Jimin. Jimin raised his hand and thanked the lady. "And pancakes with strawberries and Nutella for you miss." She said putting my plate down on the table. I smiled weakly in return.

"Eat." Jimin demanded, already half way through finishing his pancakes. "You wasted your money on food that you're not even gunna eat." He pouted. "You said you were gunna pay me back, so i'm not fussed." I replied, picking a strawberry off of my plate. Jimin watched me intensely. I licked off the Nutella, painfully slowly. "Don't." Jimin said wide eyed with a mouth full of pancake. "I don't know what you're talking about." I said batting my eyelashes innocently as I sucked the strawberry clean. Jimin swallowed hard. I laughed as I finally ate the strawberry, putting him out of his misery. He shot me a unimpressed look as he finished up his breakfast.

We finished up our food and decided to stroll through town as we had nothing better to do. "Why are we even doing this? I'm the only one who has money with me, and not a lot at that." I said laughing. "I dunno, something to do before we have to face the boys." He replied swinging my hand as we walked through streets. "I still haven't spoken to Tae..." He started. I looked away awkwardly. "He tried apologising, but I just ignored him..." He said, his voice full with regret. "Don't worry, ill speak to him when we get home." He shouted over the busy streets, squeezing my hand in reassurance.

"OMO, IT'S JIMIN-OPPA!" We heard a shrill voice shout from a distance. I quickly let go of Jimin's hand. "Fuck." He muttered under his breath.