Dirty Dancing with a Goddess

Chapter 4

Your POV:

The streets grow more crowded and Jimin pulls his hat lower, constantly adjusting his mask as well. Keeping his gaze on the ground he seems intent on not looking anyone in the eye. 

"Ji- oof" the wind gets knocked right out of my lungs when someone slams into my left, a big buff guy who continues walking down the street, not even bothering to look back on who or what he bumped into. 

Between the gap of people he created from barging through, a pregnant woman an arms width away staggers as well, holding her stomach and a nearby lamp post for support as she glares at the same back that walked into me.  

"Watch it lady," he barks at her.

I scoff, perhaps we've been a little too lax in retribution.

Ends of my fingertips grow warmer, a little cloud of wispy black smoke dancing between them. Closing one eye, I aim at the back of his arm, flicking the tiny puff in his direction. It zips through the crowd, igniting into a few little sparks.

Bullseye!

He jumps, gripping his arm as he inspects it but the fires already out, it was only a few sparks after all, for him to be more mindful of his arms. 

Smiling to myself, I turn back to find Jimin, expecting to see his back a little up ahead. Instead the redhead is standing right beside me, arms crossed over his chest, evidently not amused by my antics. 

The moment is short-lived, with another person walking through us, pushing mainly Jimin. His first instinct is to hold onto his hat, keeping it onto him, as he looks at the elderly woman who walked into us. She briefly pauses mumbling something to him while waving a finger in his face before huffing and setting off.

His eyes widen with shock, a little taken aback. Those same mortified eyes flicker onto me, fingers repeating my flicking action from earlier at the woman.

"I'm not going to set an old lady on fire."   

A sudden  rush of people take advantage of the gap between us, more flooding through and pushing us apart. The varying heights obscuring my view of him, and on the other side he seems to be facing the same issue.

"Jim-woah," the end of my voice shakes when his hand darts through from the crowd of people, taking hold of mine. Unfortunately, him obstructing the stream of people for what would look like nothing to passerby's earns several angry words and sneers. 

I stagger through the people, catching myself before falling onto his chest once we're out of the sudden people rush, looking up to find the usual glint of irritation in his eyes.

How welcoming indeed, well two wrongs never make a right so in turn I smile up at him "Thank you."

His head jerks away, dropping his hold on my hand as well before skeptically looking around. Clearing his throat he turns away, slinking through the crowd, heading to a more desolate side of the pavement. I manage to follow him though, with very minimal events of getting walked into. 

He keeps both hands in his pockets and his head down, almost as if he's a criminal. 

OH MAYBE HE IS!

I still don't know what he does but him being a criminal would explain alot, needing to walk around with majority of his face all covered up, the big house he lives in with a bunch of random other people that could be his partners in crime. Not to mention he had a security guard too, like you wouldn't need one unless you're safety is threatened. Why is his safety threatened, because he's a criminal. See fire and criminal, now that is a combination that makes sense.