I'm In Love With A Dork [Jimin Fanfic] (Complete)

//Imagine 1, pt. 1//

so i wrote an imagine a while back when i was on a road trip and some of my friends already read it but i still want to share it. i dont know where to post it and i dont want to create a book or series for my imagines because i dont do a lot of them so im gonna do a 3 part short series. im gonna post one day each day for 3 days. dont worry, im still gonna continue the fanfic and ill post a recap at the beginning of the next chapter in case you forget what happened. btw, this story has no relation to my actual fanfic. anyways, enjoy.

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part 1

"YN have you picked what college you want to go to yet?" your mom asked. You roll your eyes. She had asked that question a billion times, trying to convince you to go to a certain college. "Yeah, I wanna go to (college)," you answer. "Now honey, I know you love to dance but I don't think you should go into that field. Pick a more reasonable path," she tried to change your mind. But you were certain. You WANTED to go to (college) and you WANTED to pursue dance, whether your mom agreed to it or not. "Mom, I AM going to (college). I don't care if you don't like that idea or if you want to disown me. I've always wanted to be a dancer but never tried because it wasn't 'practical' to you. I've ALWAYS listened to you about everything but not this time. I am going to follow my dream," you said stubbornly. "Then move out. As of right now, I am disowning you," your mom said. You go to your room, tears rolling down your cheeks. You pick up the letter. "Congratulations Miss YN! You have been accepted into (college)! We look forward to seeing you attend our school this fall." You had secretly auditioned for (college), not letting your mom know, because you knew she wouldn't agree. You smiled reading the letter and thinking back to that audition.

(Your bias) and you had been friends for a long time and he had been giving you dance lessons for about a year now. Yes, you were there for the lesson, but you were more excited to spend time with (your bias). When you were with him, you always got the butterflies. Even if you guys were friends, your stomach felt like it was on the craziest roller coaster in the world when you guys were together. During those practices, (your bias) made you incredibly confused. He was close to you. He would always compliment you. He would always make you feel good about yourself, and yet he didn't actually make a move. After practicing and perfecting your technique, you decided to audition.

The audition was today. Since your mom wouldn't drive you to the location, you asked if (your bias) could do so. "Of course!" he replied. When you arrived at the location, you became overwhelmed by everything. Adrenaline began to kick in. You began to shake. (Your bias) put his hands on your shoulders. "Look at me," he said, "you can do this. I know you can. Don't let it get to your head. Just don't think about it and go out there and do your best." He pulled you into a hug, his chin resting on your head, his warmth enveloping you, providing you with a sense of assurance, calming you down.

Your group was then called. You pull away from the hug, "Okay (your bias), I gotta go now.." you said with a nervous smile. (Your bias) gave you a thumbs up, "You'll do fine! And once you make it, I have surprise for you," he said with a smirk. "How do you even know if I'll make it?" you asked. "I just do," (your bias) replied.

For your audition you danced your heart out. You put emotion in your face, your moves were neat and clean, everything seemed good. You came out of the dance room sweaty, yet (your bias) still wrapped you in a hug and told you you did great. He then had to go his dance practice. "I'm really sorry!" he apologized. You understood, "It's okay. You being here for me right now is enough. I'm really thankful for that."

Two weeks later, the letter came in the mail. You nervously opened it and jumped up and down with joy. You made it! At first, you wondered if you should tell (your bias) about it or not because you were still planning to work things out with your mom. After what happened, you were sure of your decision.

You took out and went to your recent calls. Usually (your bias) was in the top 3 recently called contacts but this time, you had to do quite a bit of scrolling. You then noticed it had been a while since you and (your bias) talked. You had been so consumed in other things that were happening that talking to him was placed lower on your priority list.

You dialed (your bias) but the machine said his phone was off. "Hmm, that's strange," you thought. (Your bias) always had his phone on and he always had it charged. "Ah whatever, I'll just go and tell him in person," you decided.

You laced your sneakers up and jogged over to (your bias') dorm. Every foot set down sent butterflies up your stomach. "Once you make it, I have a surprise for you," you remembered (your bias) saying. You blushed as the sentence played over and over in your mind like a broken record.

When you arrived, you noticed his skateboard wasn't in its usual place; in front of his door. It was ALWAYS there, unless if he was riding it of course. "If he's out, he would have his phone with him.. What's going on?" you mumbled to yourself.

Just then, (your bias') neighbor was arriving home from the market, carrying bags of grocery. You quickly rushed over to help her. "Annyeong YN! Thank you so much for the help." she said. You laughed it off, "It's nothing." Since you spent a lot of time at (your bias') dorm, the neighbors soon got used to seeing your face around. "Ma'am," you asked, "have you seen (your bias)? I tried calling him but he didn't answer." (Your bias') neighbor looked at you in confusion, "He didn't tell you? I would've thought you would be the first person he would tell." "Tell me what?" you asked. "He moved to America last week," she answered. "Could this be his surprise?" you wondered, tears forming in your eyes.