Bts Imagines [ Book 2 ] EDITING IS ON

Jimin

"Jimin... I don't wanna go!" you whined to your boyfriend as he dragged you down the sidewalk to his favorite dance studio. He looked back at you and just grinned cutely.

"But you said you were bored! What better way to cure your boredom than to dance~?"

You whined again, not really paying attention to your footing and you almost tripped over your own two feet. "Jimin!"

He comes to a halt and he turned around just in time to catch you before you fell. He held you in his arms, looking down at you concerned. "Are you okay?"

You nodded your head and moved away from him. You pouted. "You know I can't dance..."

He grinned, knowing that you really were okay and he grabbed your hand again. "Come on! I can teach you, babe... please? Just for an hour..."

He gave you a very cute pleading look, his bottom lip jutted out and his eyes wide. Your heart skipped a beat and you grumbled. He knew you couldn't possibly say no to him.

That's why not even five minutes later, you two were in an empty dance studio, Jimin hooking up his phone to the speakers. "Okay, babe! First things first, we gotta stretch!"

You whined and he bounced up to stand next to you. You followed his lead and stretched your arms way over your head, hearing Jimin saying something along the lines of "If it hurts, you're doing it right!" You grunted, following every stretch he told you to do. Now you were bent over towards your right, hugging onto your leg. You let go, keeping yourself bent forward to move to your left.

You didn't know what or how it happened, but you were suddenly falling forward and you cried out as your forehead made contact with the floor before you just fell in a large heap. "Ow!"

"Babe!" Jimin called to you as he kneeled down beside you. You sat upright and looked at him with tear filled eyes, your forehead red and in pain.

"I hit my head..."

"Ahh," he shook his head, gently rubbing your forehead. "Why are you so clumsy? We haven't even started dancing yet." he laughed softly.

Your lips quivered, not liking how he was making fun of you and he quickly started to panic. "P-please don't cry! I didn't mean to make fun of you!" He grabbed you and helped you get back to your feet. "We can leave and do something else..."

You shook your head. "I want to watch you dance," you said, watching him smile. "I think it's better that way. What if I actually die this time?"

He snorted and laughed loudly. He kissed your throbbing forehead before moving you to the wall of mirrors, making you sit down. "Just stay there, okay? I'll even do a special sexy dance, how about that?"

You blushed and looked away from him. "Well... okay."

"Okay~!"