FUDGE FATE || pjm x reader x myg

~ Chapter 20 ~

'Are you going to practice dance?' You remembered.

'Oh yeah!' He offered you his hand and he pulled you up from the piano bench. 'We could go downstairs to a studio but... nah' He waved his hand and started to roll the piano across the wall, revealing a large mirror behind it. 'In our original room in the old building, we got a mirror because Jin wanted to practice his dancing in private. Namjoon didn't like constantly staring at himself so we put the piano in front of it, and ever since that's how we've been doing it.'

You laughed. 'Seems like their typical selves.'

Jimin agreed. 'It was quite a funny moment in time.'

'So what do you need to practice?'

'It's a new song. One of my own.' He said and you oohed.

'Do I get to hear it?'

'Hm...' he put on his thinking face, 'Of course! We usually have to be pretty careful with unreleased music, but I trust you.'

'Yay!!' You cheered. You were frankly ecstatic that he would show you his own song before the rest of the world. It made you feel special.

He got out his phone and the intro started playing as you moved to the plush leather couch. It started with him lightly vocalising to the strum of a guitar.

'Sorry for interrupting, I have a question.' He laughed, moving out of his starting position pausing the music.

'First of all, I love your voice.'

He grinned widely, his eyes disappearing.

'Secondly, is that you playing the guitar?' You thought he might have tried learning an instrument.

'Actually I have been learning the guitar and I came up with the strumming pattern,' you oohed. 'But the recording isn't me because I'm still not the best at it and I thought my slides didn't sound good enough...'

'That's so cool, Jimin! How long have you been learning?'

He thought for a second then admitted, 'It's been almost 4 months.'

'Ah so maybe for your next track you can do the guitar backing yourself!' You suggested excitedly.

'Yeah actually you make a good point, y/n.' You smiled. 'I might just do that.' The inspired look on his face made you feel bubbly inside.

'I look forward to hearing that one but first, I'm sorry for interrupting this one!'

'No no it's fine!' He waved his hands, ' I appreciate your contributions and... actually...' He got all shy, 'I love your voice too.' With that he swooshed on the track for the second time and got in his place.

His song was slow and soulful. There was a moving guitar riff, and when it played you noticed his face brighten up. You assumed he had come up with the riff too. You could imagine him cuddled up with his guitar sitting in his lap and his fingers picking away at the strings as he figured out how to bend the sounds to the soulfulness of the track. You liked the song. You really did.

His arms flowed around him. His face swirled into the shades of the song. Watching him dance made you feel at peace. Your chest tightened as your body relaxed into the couch, the joy of music and dance floating through the hidden hide out above Seoul.

Although he moved the piano away from the mirror, he wasn't looking at it. He was looking at you — your face the only mirror he really wanted to see. The small contours of your grin and raises of your brows and lips were endlessly intriguing for Jimin. He read what moves and lyrics you liked the best by these little contours. It gratified him to see your reactions. He thought to himself that he has never met anyone so expressive with their emotions and needing so few words to do so.

The chorus came yet again and so did the same dance moves. You tried to join in, remembering a few moves correctly although the majority were quite off, making Jimin audibly chuckle. The song completed soon after and as he caught his breath, he asked, 'Want me to teach you the choreography of the chorus?'

'Um... I don't know,' you hesitated, unsure you would be too good at it, your self doubt about your dancing skills still prevalent even after Monday's encouragement.

He tried encouraging you, explaining what the moves were from his place in the middle of the hard wood floor and your place on the sofa. He danced the chorus slowly while counting, and you watched admiringly, forgetting for a moment that you were supposed to be paying attention.

'Wait wait. What was that move again?' You got up and had a go. He demonstrated again and you tried it too. Maybe a half hour passed as you struggled to remember what moves went when but, surprisingly, you managed to learn the dance!

Jimin was good at helping you. When you weren't quite in the right position he would gently adjust you, his touch leaving goosebumps on your skin. You liked it when he would pause and step back to look at you. Like really look at you. Then he'd adjust you again, saying softly what you're doing right and what you could do better, until finally you got it.

When it was time for you to do it from start to finish, he stood watching with his arms on his hips and a smile on his lips. 'You are truly amazing, y/n,' He said softly and you felt intensely gratified to hear those words.

You walked up to stand barely a foot in front of him and leaned in, embracing him in a hug. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he gripped his around your waist, removing the distance between you two completely. You leaned your head against his chest and he adjusted to rest his cheek on top of your head, enjoying the scent of your salty beach-tousled hair and your warmth becoming his own.

'Thank you, Jimin... For teaching me and for being there for me.' You said from your heart.

Releasing his arms from around you, he raised his hands to your cheeks and lent in to press a single kiss to your forehead. Your breath hitched. It was the softest and sweetest gesture. He smiled widely for a moment, his eyes crinkling.

Your stomach gurgled as you let go of the hug.

'I'm hungry,' You admitted. 'But we can't exactly go out to eat, can we?'

Jimin apologetically shook his head.

'Do you want to get take out and eat it in my hotel room?' You offered.

'Oh wait, I'm sorry do you already have dinner plans?'

'I have dinner plans.'

"Oh..." You felt bummed for a moment.

"With you." Jimin finished and you perked up.

And so off you went. You helped roll the piano back and closed its lid. Jimin grabbed your bag off the sofa and told you he'd carry it for you, and reluctant at first, you thanked him. The bunny lamp was switched off and the door locked once again. You said goodbye to their secret room for now as Jimin led you prancing down the back stairs, exclaiming about how no one ever used the stairs and explaining how he'd come here to get away from the chaos of his life. You listened contently as you walked down the way too many stairs to the back exit. He put on his dark hat, mask, and sunglasses and handed you your hat and sunglasses from your bag as well.

'Just in case.' You nodded. 'It's the price we pay for doing what we love.' Jimin said sadly.

'I understand.'

As he pushed the door open and held it for you, you thought about what it's like to be famous. If it was worth it. He turned right and you followed him down the side streets.