I stood at the counter, glancing at my phone while waiting for my coffee. No more mishaps, no more mishaps, I repeated in my head. Thanking the waitress, I walked away, the love of my life in my hand. I rushed outside the gates, silently praying that Mia wasn't here yet and I could grab the window seat. I bumped into someone while walking and looking into my phone. "Oh-shit, sorry," I said, glancing upward. Great, there's coffee on my shirt.
"You should've learned by now. But I guess not," said the all too familiar voice.
Even better.
Of course, he was going to the same place as me. All Bighit vehicles arrived at the same gate. Jimin walked away, not waiting for me to respond. I was too worried about my white top anyway. Um, rude.
Jin took my luggage from my hand before I could object, "you're lucky it didn't fall on your skin."
"You already know I'd rather burn my skin than ruin a shirt." I answered, tailing him.
"Yah, Tara, stop with the coffee already. At this point I'm sure you have caffeine in your veins and not blood." Taehyung said, creeping up on me.
"Ooh! I like that! An intelligent comment, Taehyung-ah. You're learning from the best." I said and walked closely behind Jin, ready to take my luggage back.
As soon as he stepped out of the gate, I snatched my bag from Jin and darted away.
"Wha-" he started to question.
"Gotta slip away before the reporters see me, I'm not looking for trouble, Jin-ssi." I said and hopped away, screaming "BANGTAN GROUPIE!" and ignoring his annoyed "yah!" behind me.
I plopped onto the seat and waited for Mia to show up and scold me about snatching the window seat once again.
The drive to the hotel was short and quiet but I couldn't sleep so I listened to music to drown out Mia's mild snoring. She didn't believe me when I told her and she didn't believe me when I showed her a video either. "This is doctored!" she had yelled. "Who the fuck do you think I am? Some kind of unemployed sound engineer?" I had yelled back.
Once settled in the hotel, I hopped down to the gym to get some exercise before I showered and dressed for the show. As my occupation suggests, I was extremely fond of makeup and fancy clothes. But when I went to the gym, I quite possibly looked like a different person- barefaced, clad mostly in baggy clothes with my hair secured tightly in a bun at the top of head. It wasn't like I hid from people when I wasn't dressed up, but I wasn't fond of the dressed down look either.
Blasting music in my ears, I did push-ups to the best of my abilities. I could do them, but just not too well. Sensing a sudden flurry of activity somewhere around, I groaned in protest on losing the all-to-myself gym status. I did my variations of crunches and moved to the other side to warm up. Once done, I glanced at my glistening, flushed skin in the mirror and whispered "well done" to myself, before pulling off my sweatshirt and leaving myself in a sports bra.
I'd always wanted to be someone who worked out in the sports bra, but being on the heavier side on my chest- I always wore a sweatshirt over them.
Wiping of neck with my now unoccupied shirt, I turned around and abruptly stopped to keep myself from bumping into someone.
"Oh, Tara. Almost didn't recognize you there," said Park Jimin. His hair was messy and damp from sweat. He wore a black muscle tee paired with black sweatpants. Shit, he looks good.
"That was my intention. But, fuck me, I failed," I said, snarkily.
"Mind your language," he said, sternly.
What?
"No..." I said, confused. He cocked his head to one side. Shit, fuck, shit.
Suddenly aware that I was standing there dressed in a sports bra, I quickly pulled my sweatshirt over my head, mumbled "I have to go," and started scrambling away.
He grabbed my elbow as I was leaving and a shrill voice screamed in my head.
"What?" I said, whipping my head around.
"Are you donating your stuff to the gym? Its sweet, but I don't think they need it," he said, gesturing to my phone and bottle that sat on the shelf in from of the mirror.
"Oh, shit," I said, scrambling to collect my things.
"Thanks," I mumbled and rushed out of the gym. I heard his laughter drifting behind me, still feeling the firm grip of his hand on my arm, I wondered why I was so flustered.
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Running In Circles // pjm.
Fanfiction"I want... I- stay. I want you to stay," I stuttered the words, admitting them softly. "You come by and then you leave. You don't stay. You don't stay with me. So I want-" He stormed onto me, taking my face in his hands and assaulting my lips with h...
