The Bucket List | Park Jimin editing

16; Two Birds and One Stone

A/N: Black haired Jimin is my aesthetic. I should've studied for my exams, but meh...BTS first. Anywayyy thank you guys for reading this boring fanfic! The comments really do motivate me to keep writing. Anyway long chapter ((?) not sure if this is a long chapter) of just fluff and stuff. Not much. IM OBSESSED WITH SURAN'S new song "Wine/If I get Drunk Today". You guys should check it out! 

#12,13 Cooking v.s Baking 

In the counts of one, two, and three I traced the steps of Jimin's graceful movements with my own rigid and clumsy steps. There was no music except the sound of our shoes clicking against the hollow wooden floors paired with the sounds of our heavy concentrated breathing in rhythmic pants. My body ached as he scolded me to stand straighter, arms extended longer than I could ever imagine.

Neither of us decided to talk during our session other than Jimin's one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three. If Jimin wasn't so absorbed in his task, then maybe this long hour wouldn't have felt like forever. Despite the humidity of the dance room, I felt cold from Jimin's touch. I tried hard to follow his quick steps, but my uncoordinated limbs refrained me from doing so. Jimin's steps finally came to a halt, giving me a chance to finally catch my breath.

"Now that was a work out!" Jimin ended our session with a 15 minute break. 

I collapse to the ground silently asking Jimin to hand me a bottle of water through coughing fits. He opened it and drank from it before handing my bottle over to me. 

"You contaminated my water," I glared at him, nevertheless I still drank from the bottle. 

Jimin smiled sheepishly while he plopped down beside me. I handed him a towel for him to wipe away his glistening sweat. I never realized how talented Jimin was until today. At first I thought Jimin being the best student in dance was a bluff, but his mini lessons on "basic movement" told me that this was just a glimpse of his full potential. 

"How's it like being the best student in your school?" I mentioned absentmindedly.  

Jimin became bashful at the sound of his old memory, "Ah it wasn't much of a big deal." 

I narrowed my eyes, "Yeah okay. Whatever fits in your boat Mr. Park." 

Jimin put my limbs on his his lap and began to massage it, gently squeezing the sore parts of my legs. "It was okay. Didn't get much glory from it. I left didn't I?"

I shrugged, "At least you have something to show off about." There was a brief pause, "Did you practice all the time?"

"Yeah. I had girls stalking me in my practice room and guys begging me to tutor them."

I really did not want Jimin's brutal lessons to begin again. So maybe if I kept asking more questions...

"You must've been popular."

That might work. 

He chuckled, "I was."

"Were you super smart too?" I wasn't the brightest light bulb in the bunch so I've always wondered if the other person was smarter than the average dimwit.

"I wouldn't say smart smart like your brother. I have good grades and such, but Isn't that everyone?"

I eyed him suspiciously. Jimin was always very careful with his words, picking and choosing words that wouldn't indirectly insult me. I snatched the towel from his shoulders and started to whip him with it.

"Stop lying to me! I saw everything when I came over to your house! Even Jungkook said you are smarter than an average student so don't "I'm not smart" me."