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Dance with me | Jimin

Music was blasting, and the boys were fully in their element. I loved watching them dance, I loved watching him dance. They were in perfect balance. Currently, my boyfriend and his group mates were practicing the dance for "Silver Spoon," one of my favorite songs ever, and since Jimin doesn't like me being at home alone the whole time he brought me along today. But something seemed to be off today because his normally smooth and swift motions were now harsh and short. It just seemed that Jimin had gotten up on the wrong foot today. "Aishh, I just can't get it right!", Jimmie yelled out in frustration as he stopped dancing and stood there. The other guys, obviously noticing his frustration, looked at him then at me. I just nodded, telling them its better if they left for a short while so I could calm him down a little. "Jiminie, just go over it once alone. Well, go to the cafeteria to get some water," Jungkook spoke as he patted his hyungs shoulder. The other members gave him a reassuring smile, then grabbed their towels and left the practice room. "Don't you wanna go get water with them, rather than watch your boyfriend fail?", Jimin muttered as he looked at me through the mirror in the room. "No," I got up, walking over to him, " I'd rather stay here with my wonderful boyfriend who is the best dancer I know." As I reached him, I slid my arms around his waist and pressed my cheek against his shoulder. "I don't know, I just can't seem to get a hang of it today, Aegiya!", he whispered as he turned slowly, hugging me next while resting his head on mine. "Is there anything i can do to help you?", I questioned, not liking to see my boyfriend in such a bad mood. "Not ... well, maybe you could dance with me?", Jimin suggested as he took my hands in his, looking me deep in the eyes. "Dance?" I questioned,"Jiminie, you know I never danced before! I doubt I can do the stuff you guys do!" Jimin just smiled at me and went to connect his phone to the Bluetooth box in the dance studio. I sighed, looking around for any sort of help to escape this misery. Not even a minute later, a familiar song started playing, "A little Death" - by The Neighborhood. I looked over to where Jimin was standing, already holding a hand out for me to take. Without thinking, I took hold of his hand and let him guide me, let him take control. "See, it isn't that difficult. You just gotta feel it, Yeobo!", he smiled, twirling me around like a ballerina. Whenever I would dance with anyone else, I would always feel stiff or judged, but with Jimin I feel safe and secure. He would never let me fall. The song soon ended, but we just kept dancing until "Silver Spoon" came up again, and Jimin grunted in frustration again. I knew he was unmotivated, but I couldn't stand him being sad, so it took it into my own hands and started dancing the choreo as good as I could. Jimin stood there for some seconds before joining in and actually showing me how it was done. As the song ended, Jimin had danced the choreo without any mistakes, and I stood there staring in the corner. "Look, Jimin! You did it!", I laughed, hugging him tight. Jimin also tightened his grip around me while twirling me around. Both of us laughed as we suddenly heard a cough behind to our side. The boys were back. Jimin sadly put me down but still kept one of his arms around my waist. As we both finally cut the eye contact, I looked over at 6 widely grinning boys. "You know, maybe you should come more often, to calm our ChimChim down," Namjoon suggested as they all walked inside, handing me and Jimin a bottle of water. "Maybe she should," my boyfriend spoke gazing at my lips. I blushed as he ran his thumb over my bottom lip, only to see him smirk smugly. "Not funny!", I exclaimed as I wiggled myself out his grip and sat back down to where I was earlier. Jimin just blew me a kiss, got in his position, and ready to dance. I sat there for one more hour as they went through the choreo again and again, finally finishing at 9 pm. All the boys, including mine, went to get a shower and change into fresh clothes while I waited outside the changing room, hoping to go home soon. One after another, they left, leaving Jimin to come out last. "Finally! I thought you died!", I sighed dramatically. Jimin just gave me an annoyed glance, but grabbed my hand and left the building with me. Outside, it was already cold, and I stupidly hadn't thought we weren't going to stay here till night time. Shaking a little, I moved closer to Jimin, putting our hands in his jacket pocket. But out of nowhere, Jimin stopped, pulling his jacket than hoodie off. "Chim, what are you doing?", I asked him. Silently, Jimin just handed me the black hoodie, gesturing me to put it on. Pulling it over my head, I instantly got warm and nuzzled more into it, enjoying his smell. I looked up at him, seeing him smile his oh so beautiful cheeky smile. "Naww, you're so tiny in my things," Jimin cooed as he put his jacket back on. I grumbled but still grabbed his hand, interlocking our fingers and finally walking towards the bus station. How I loved seeing him happy...