Dancing with danger

Chapter three

AUTHOR's POV;

     The dance studio was dimly lit, with only a few dancers scattered across the room. The sound system pulsed with the beat of "Candy" by Doja Cat, filling the space with sweet, upbeat energy. Jimin stood at the front, facing the large mirror that reflected every move. He began to dance, his body bouncy and carefree, weaving together playful hip bumps, bubbly arm waves, and sassy shoulder shimmies as he launched into a fun, flirtatious footwork pattern. As the beat dropped, he transitioned into a series of lively, energetic movements, popping his chest, swiveling his hips, and tapping his toes, his feet moving swiftly to execute precise steps.

   The other dancers watched in awe, following Jimin's lead as they danced in unison, their movements mirroring his with precision and accuracy. As the song reached its final beat, they all came together for a synchronized ending - a dramatic, freezing pose, with Jimin at the center, his arms extended and his body poised, frozen in place.

    "Excellent execution, everyone!" Jimin commended, beaming with enthusiasm. "Let us take a brief recess of five minutes!" He strode over to his backpack, retrieved a water bottle, and took a refreshing draught. As he drank, his phone began to ring within the backpack. Jimin glanced at the screen, the bottle still poised in his hand. He replaced the cap, set the bottle aside, and bent to retrieve his phone.

     Jimin's eyebrows knitted together in curiosity as he stared at the incoming call. His confusion vanished the moment he recognized the name flashing on the screen, a warm smile spreading across his face. With a quick swipe, he answered, his tone playfully dramatic, "To what do I owe the honor of a call from my esteemed hyung?" The grin lingered on his lips, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

     A familiar, unmistakable laugh echoed through the speaker—loud and infectious, like a windshield wiper on overdrive. Jimin couldn't help but laugh along, the sound effortlessly drawing out his own laughter.

     "You impish youngster," Jin said, his laughter subsiding, though Jimin could detect the lingering warmth in his tone.

  "Can't I call you simply because I desire to hear your voice?" Jin asked, his words laced with affection.

Jimin's curiosity got the better of him. "You saw me just yesterday, hyung. What's the true reason behind your call?" he inquired, running his hand through his damp black hair, still moist from his intense dance practice.

  "Whatever prompts you to think that?" The caller asked, feigning offense. "It's been fourteen hours, naturally, I yearn to hear your voice. I'm astonished you've lost faith in me." He hummed, the skeptical note in his voice making it clear he didn't buy a word of it.

    The person's tone shifted, their words laced with a hint of resignation. "Very well, I require your assistance."

    Jimin chuckled, vividly imagining the person's eye-roll "I'm glad we understand each other."

    "Are you currently at the studio?" He inquired.

"Yes, I'm taking a brief break. Need help with the cafe?" Jimin replied.

  "Yeah. Kai won't be around today, and I have a work commitment. The staff will struggle to manage on their own; your support would be a significant relief," the person explained.

  "Understood," Jimin said, gesturing to the other dancers to assume their positions. "I'll be there in ten minutes. I wanna complete this dance routine today, making it easier to transition to the next one." He continued, his mischievous grin evident. "What do I receive in return for this favor?"

     He raised his hand, signaling to the dancers that he would soon conclude the call. They smiled, nodded, and stretched their bodies in anticipation.