Jimin clapped into his hands.
"OKAY, that was better. Again"
The dance studio was filled with heavy breathing.
Jimin turned on the song on ones again.He stepped in front of the mirror to watch his students carefully.
"KEEP TENSION" he yelled over the loud music.He folded his arm's and watched until the song was over, without saying anything else.
The boys walked over to their water bottles, looking exhausted from their training."You guys are making progress"
Jimin smiled widely to show them that he wasn't just reassuring them. He was really proud.
It's been only 3 months with them and their dancing had improved.
Jimin became a choreographer after he graduated. He has two dance groups every evening. This one was special because they're still in highschool and doing this as a hobby. Like him back then. And now he turned his hobby into his job.
The other groups are people around his age , some are even older than him. But he didn't really care because it was fun working with them.(I just gotta add my sons)
"But I think we will change your positions. Moon Bin, I want you in the front. "
"Okay" the boy simply said.
"We'll practice that next time."
Jimin made gestures towards the door.
He turned around and crossed the room to his bag.
He took out his phone and sat down,leaning against the wall.Jungkook: hey dude ,wanna get something to eat later?
Jungkook: Youna said you guys are hanging out after work, I gotta pass tho. Hope you're not mad.
Jungkook: Btw I'm paying for you. You did last time.
Jimin grinned and began to type.
Jimin:Nah I'm not mad. And yeah I'm starving, pick me up?
Jungkook answered almost immediately.
Jungkook: I'm almost done with vocal training. I'll be there in a few.
Jimin: how can you text when you're not even done practicing?
Jungkook: skills, bitch
Jimin snickered.
J
ungkook was in the same label as him.
But he's actually about to become a fucking idol.
A solo artist.
And even though he hasn't even dropped his own album yet, he already got a really big fanbase , because of features he did.
The fact that they were working at the same label was the reason why they decided to move in together.
Youna was a stylist and makeup artist , while Eri worked as a model.
Jimin also jobbed in hotel restaurant in the mornings to earn enough money for their new apartment. But only for a few months.
He planned to buy himself new furniture. So he needed to save the extra money he earned. But he was able to life from his job at the label itself.Jimin stood up to pack his things.
Some of the boys were still in the room so he clapped into his hands again.
"Guys hurry up, I need to lock the doors"
He waited until they left.
The room was quiet and dark without their chatting and without the usual loud music.
He closed the door and turned on a random song from his playlist.
It must've been ages since he just danced for his own enjoyment.
It had became his job so everytime he danced he thought about new choreographies.
He closed his eyes and began to move his body to the rhythm.
The song that was playing was very slow at the beginning but speeded up after the beat dropped. So his breaths became heavier and his heartbeat faster.
A smile creeped onto his face.
He missed this.
The song ended and instead of dancing to the next song or turning off the music he stood there, hands on his hips, his back facing the mirror. He didn't want to see his red face in the mirror, he just wanted to enjoy the feeling he had now.
Suddenly he felt two arms wrapped around his waist.
Jimin stiffened while the embrace tightened and he could feel a warm body pressed against his back.
Soft lips began to kiss his neck and then up to his ear.
Jimin wanted to protest because,well... he was sweaty, but it just felt so good so he kept quiet.
He nibbling at his earlobe, causing Jimin to gasp for air.
"I love it when you dance like that", the deep voice whispered.
Jimin smiled and began to turn around, so he could see them both in the mirror.🌝
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Stranger[Yoonmin]-on hold-
Fanfiction[Sequel to •dirty sheets•] People change On the inside and on the outside. Sometimes it's hard to recognize them. But how do these changes affect your feelings?