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Upon seeing his desperation I take his hand with a slight nod, perhaps this is Jimins version of the olive branch. He leads us to the open space in the living room, neither gaze straying away from the other.
In the absence of music, the pitter-patter of rain softly beating on the windows filled the silence.
His free hand moves to the small of my back, pulling me close enough until nothing but static remained between our bodies. I angled my body to his as an arm carefully drapped along his shoulders. Our connected hands fell beside us, remaining loosely threaded.
The opening pose.
He makes the first move, drawing his foot back in a single semi-circle motion, one in which my foot mimicked to maintain the same level of distance.
Concentration solidifies his gaze and his lips began to utter the counts.
With my leg extended in this position, his palm moved to support me by the back of my waist. The warmth of his hand sinks through the thin material of my shirt.
"Ready?" He asks.
I hum as an answer, to which his body slighly curls over mine and uses my right foot as a pivot before lowering my body along with his. I think he called that last step 'dipping'.
My left arm makes a quick exchange for my right to hold onto him and his other arm caught my back.
The position deepened. As he slowly continued to lean down, his razor sharp focus almost seemed to cut right through me.
My skin began to crawl but not in a bad way, in more of a ...burning way? Pretty weird since I'm kinda fireproof.
Now isn't the right time to bring up everything, is it? Have a 'heart to heart' as the mortals dubbed it.
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Well I can always worry later.
"Jimin about that day," I blurt out, a little relieved upon seeing some of that concentration lighten up a little "I'm sorry."
His face blanked out right on the 8th count wherein he swiftly straightened up pulls me along with him, "Which day?"
"The day I mentioned your ex. You sorta freaked out after that." Both my arms which were securely snaked around his neck now began to loosen, brushing past his shoulders and chest on their way down.
For a moment we each forget what we're doing, I awaiting his answer and him absolutely unreadable in the moment. If only I knew what he was thinking.
A beat later I push myself off him with both hands and turn the other way, in accordance with the dance. My right arm extends behind, as if reluctant to let go.
Both our arms slipped through the hold of each others palm till left only connected by our fingertips.
"You were thinking about that the whole time?" He incredulously asks, while his fingers curl over mine.
'Wanting to have her close but still keep her at a distance,' or something along the lines is what the choreographer said this step meant.
"Yea."
Lightning flashed across the sky, close enough to light up the room entirely.
BOOM!
OHMYGOSHWE'REGONNADIE!
He tugs me back before spinning me by the shoulders to face him, eyes widened in concern as they dart over me.
"You okay?" He asks, forgoing the dance midway.
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Dirty Dancing with a Goddess
Fanfiction"Hello mortal, I'm (Y/n), daughter of Hades and Persephone," He squints, blinking slowly and rubbing his eyes once more. "So I'm here becau-" "SASAENG!" - In which Jimin and (Y/n) learn that the world they know it as, may not be all it seems || BT...
