Dance For Me

9

"Is he okay?" I cower into the wall when Jimin walks in early for practice. "He'll live," he smiles handing me a green water bottle, "He's just glad you're still friends." I take a deep breath relaxing my shoulders and taking a sip of the unfamiliar liquid.

"Watermelon," Jimin points, "Jungkook thought you'd like a change of taste." "He does seem to know me well." I smack my lips, enjoying the new protein powder taste. "Still wearing it?" Jimin sips on his own, pointing at the hoodie that is practically glued to my skin at this point.

"It's comfortable." I don't lie, suddenly taking it off due to embarrassment. "Mhm." Jimin side eyes me as I fold the jacket nicely and place it over the back of my chair in the corner. "Does... everyone know? About Joon?" "About the three week plan he plotted to get you alone and ask you out? Of course not."

He scoffs and smacks the air like nothing, but it doesn't amuse me. "And you're wearing that today?" "What's wrong with this?" I cringe at him annoyed, covering my torso with my arms. He doesn't answer though, instead he stays silent as the rest of the boys begin to file in.

Truth be told I was planning on wearing the jacket all day. I didn't think anyone would see my grey tank top at all, but it's not something I didn't wear when I was an Idol. I try not to think about it, and turn to greet everyone.

"Morning." I smile and wave to the boys; Jin, Hoseok and Suga. Next are Tae and Namjoon, both smiling happily. Thankfully Namjoon doesn't seem upset or awkward and I relax even more.

Then Jungkook walks in, his head held high and a pleasant expression spread across his face. Like before, his eyes meet mine and time suddenly slows down. He walks across the smooth floor, eyes set on mine.

"How's the watermelon?" He stops a few feet in front of me. "G-good," I nod grasping the bottle filled with the green liquid, "It's... my new favorite." "What about that book Joon got you? He said he convinced you to read one."

He slightly tilts his head to the side, almost taunting me. I think hard about my answer. "It's actually really good... though I've never really enjoyed reading. I prefer... long car rides."

His chest rises and falls suddenly and he opens his mouth to say something, but doesn't. His lips shut before he bites the lower one, looking down at the floor. Chuckling he turns on his heel and joins Suga and Hoseok at the back of the room.

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I sit in Jimins room, listening to him rant about some drama in that's happening with some famous idol. I don't listen though, my mind is elsewhere. I replay the actions from earlier over and over again. The way he held himself back from saying something, and his smile.

I can't help but wonder what would have happened if me and him were alone. I can't decide if I would've preferred if we were or not.

"Jimin I think I touched his dress." I breath out so low that he couldn't even understand me. "Huh?" He asks annoyed, tilting his head to the side and stopping his rant. "I touched his dress." I repeat quietly again, giggling at the metaphor, but he doesn't seem pleased.

"How?" He shrugs and looks me up and down, making it hard to read him. His eyes seem disappointed in me, and it breaks my heart. Shrugging I turn my head down to my fiddling hands. "So..." he sits beside me, "You.. finally came to terms with it?"

"With your feelings for Jungkook." My eyes widen when the words leave his mouth, panicking. "I-i don't... I never.." I stop and bite down hard, too scared to answer. "Well," he takes a deep breath, "Think carefully before you lead someone else on, okay?"

His words hurt, but I can't help thinking back to when I rejected Namjoon, just yesterday. "You said he was okay." "Yeah, okay. But he was still heart broken." "Oh." I nod understandably, "Would you rather me date him? And pretend to like him back?"