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Dancing in the Shadows || PJM

Y/n had always loved dancing. It was her escape from the mundane and often harsh realities of life. When she heard about the prestigious dance academy in Seoul, she knew she had to give it a shot. It was there she met Jimin, a talented and charming dance instructor with a reputation that preceded him.

From the very first class, Jimin's eyes seemed to follow her more than the others. He was intense, but there was something undeniably captivating about him.

"Y/n, right?" Jimin approached her after class one day, his voice smooth and warm.

"Yes, that's me," she replied, trying to hide her nervousness.

"You have a natural talent, Y/n. I'd like to offer you private lessons, if you're interested," Jimin suggested, a charming smile playing on his lips.

"Really? That would be amazing, thank you!" Y/n couldn't believe her luck.

Their private sessions began, and Y/n found herself drawn to Jimin's passion and dedication. He pushed her harder than any instructor before, but he also had a softer side. He often called her "sweetheart" or "my little dancer," nicknames that made her heart flutter.

"You're doing great, sweetheart. Just a little more, and you'll nail this routine," Jimin encouraged her during one of their intense practice sessions.

"Thanks, Jimin. I couldn't do it without you," Y/n replied, panting from the exertion.

One evening, after a particularly grueling practice, Jimin offered to walk her home. The night air was cool, and the streets were quiet as they strolled together.

"You know, Y/n, you're not like the others," Jimin said, his voice low and almost hypnotic.

"What do you mean?" she asked, curious.

"There's something special about you. I see a fire in you that others lack," he explained, his gaze intense.

As weeks turned into months, Y/n noticed a change in Jimin. His sweet and caring demeanor began to shift, revealing glimpses of a darker side. He became more possessive, demanding more of her time and attention.

"Where were you after class today, sweetheart? I didn't see you leave," Jimin's voice was sharp, almost accusing.

"I had to run some errands. Why?" Y/n replied, feeling uneasy.

"I don't like it when you don't tell me where you're going. I worry about you," he said, his tone softening but his eyes still intense.

One night, after another private lesson, Jimin insisted she stay for dinner. As they ate, he revealed more about his past, his struggles, and his obsession with perfection.

"You have to understand, Y/n, I can't stand mediocrity. I push you because I see greatness in you," Jimin said, his eyes dark with a mix of passion and something more sinister.

Jimin's behavior grew increasingly erratic. He began showing up at her apartment unannounced, sending her dozens of texts if she didn't respond immediately, and isolating her from her friends.

"Why haven't you been answering your phone, my little dancer?" Jimin demanded one evening, his voice a dangerous mix of anger and concern.

"I was busy, Jimin. You can't expect me to be available 24/7," Y/n argued, feeling trapped.

"You don't understand, Y/n. I need to know you're safe. I can't lose you," he said, his eyes pleading but his grip on her wrist too tight.

Y/n's life began to unravel. The constant pressure from Jimin, combined with the demanding dance routines, took a toll on her mental and physical health. She started missing classes, and her once-bright spirit dimmed.

One night, after a particularly brutal argument, Y/n decided she couldn't take it anymore. She needed to escape.

"Jimin, I can't do this anymore. I need space," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Space? What do you mean, space?" Jimin's eyes were wild, his smile twisted.

"I can't breathe, Jimin. You're suffocating me," Y/n cried, tears streaming down her face.

"You're mine, Y/n. You can't leave me. I won't let you," he whispered, his voice chilling.

Desperate and scared, Y/n made plans to leave Seoul. She packed her bags and booked a flight, hoping to start fresh somewhere far away from Jimin.

On the night of her departure, she felt a sense of relief wash over her as she headed to the airport. But as she waited for her flight, she felt a familiar presence behind her.

"Going somewhere, sweetheart?" Jimin's voice was calm, but his eyes were anything but.

"Jimin, please. Let me go," Y/n pleaded, her voice trembling.

"You can't leave me, Y/n. We belong together," he said, stepping closer.

In a final, desperate attempt to escape, Y/n tried to run, but Jimin was faster. He grabbed her, pulling her close, his grip like iron.

"You're mine, Y/n. Forever," he whispered in her ear, and in that moment, she knew there was no escape.

The story ends with Y/n trapped in a cycle of fear and control, her dreams of freedom crushed under the weight of Jimin's obsession.