Dancing with danger

chapter 1

Okay, so guys I made some changes to the story. The first time I wrote this story, I wasn't really good at writing and I've improved more now so I decided to give it a little change. Please support me with it. Happy reading☺️

Authors pov
  
        In the midst of the lively Park family, there existed a duo notorious for their dynamic and unpredictable nature - the twins. Their reputation preceded them, earning them the nickname 'The Pugnacious Twins' among family and friends. Let's start with Jimin the first half of this formidable pair. Jimin was a sparkplug, always chasing the next thrill and living life on his own terms.

     His adventurous spirit and disdain for the mundane often led him down paths his parents would rather he avoid. And yet, it was this very essence that made him so captivating. His motto? 'Why play it safe when you can live life on the edge?' Yesterday was a prime example: despite his father's stern warning to steer clear of clubs, deeming them a 'danger zone', Jimin simply shrugged it off.

      For him, the thrill of the unknown is too great a temptation to resist. With a heart that craves excitement and a mind that scoffs at caution, Jimin is a force to be reckoned with. And yes, yes he went and it actually got him in big trouble because he got so terribly drunk that he doesn't even remember how he got in his room and right now he is been questioned why he came back home so late and on top of that, in the midnight. Honestly, Jimin is really good at making excuses or things in his favor but everything took a wild turn when his "snitch of a sister" ratted him out.

    "I told you, Mom, I didn't go anywhere!' Jimin protested, his voice laced with a hint of desperation as he attempted to sound convincing. 'You didn't even check my room - I was fast asleep!' But his mother's knowing gaze saw right through his feeble attempt at deception, and she shook her head, a mixture of disappointment and amusement dancing on her face.

    "I know you're denying it, Jimin, but Min-yun swore she checked your room but couldn't find you, and I know you weren't in your room like you claimed. Don't insult my intelligence by lying to me," she said, her voice laced with disappointment and a hint of sadness, her eyes clouding over with a mix of frustration and hurt.

LAST NIGHT;

Jimin emerged from the bathroom, the towel wrapped around his waist clinging to his damp skin. As he stepped into the room, his phone suddenly sprang to life, the screen lighting up with an incoming message. He padded over to the nightstand, his bare feet making barely a sound on the floor. Picking up the phone, he swiped the screen to reveal the text.

    "Are you coming for the party?" the message read.

Jimin's fingers flew across the keyboard as he typed out a response. "Is it tonight?"

Jimin lay on the bed, his stomach pressed against the sheets, waiting for the next message. But instead of a text, his phone rang, the automated voice announcing the caller: "My lovely hyung". A knowing smile spread across his face as he swiped to accept the call and brought the phone to his ear.

"Ye-" he began, but was cut off by Hobi's disapproving tone.

"Don't tell me you forgot about it?"

    Jimins eyes glinted with mischief, "ok, I'm not gonna tell you".

    He could almost see Hobi's eye roll and heard the mumbled "fucking brat" on the other end of the line.
Hobi sighed, his voice tinged with exasperation. "Just make sure you're here, or I'll come to your house and drag you to the club myself."

Jimin giggled, standing up and walking towards his closet, phone still in hand. "So the party's at a club?"
Jimin swung open the door to his dressing room, the soft creak of the hinge echoing through the spacious, purple-hued sanctuary. His free hand still cradled his phone, where Hobi's disapproving tone seeped through the line. "Seriously, Jimin? Weren't you the one who posted about it?"