The next two shows functioned smoothly and, rather uneventfully for me. We travelled to the venues, did our jobs, and travelled back. Everyone was hustling and so no one had the time to indulge in any extracurricular activities. The only incident that was even minutely memorable was when Jimin requested me to style him in the 3rd show and due to the small chairs in the green room, I had had to kneel down before him for better access. At one point because I had to lean forward, I unknowingly placed my hand on his thigh to prevent myself from falling face first into his chest. My stomach did strange turns and I felt his body immediately stiffen under my hand. I nonchalantly withdrew my hand after exactly 8 seconds, to play it off coolly. He kept his eyes shut almost the entire time and practically growled "fuck" when he exhaled and left the chair. I would presume that my predicament would make him snarky, or in the at least, be funny to him. However, his reaction had confused me and ever since, the air between us had become even more charged. He would walk by me without a single word in the lounge, like I didn't even exist. On a couple of rare occasions, I knew I did, because I sensed his gaze on me. But that was the extent of my interactions, or lack thereof, with Park Jimin in the last 5 days.
His constant mood swings were giving me whiplash, so I decided to avoid any thought of him at all.
At the end of the final show, I was relaxing in the lounge, enjoying some hibiscus tea when I realized I left my passport out in the green room when Mia and I were busy comparing our visa images from over the years. We were flying out tonight and I could not afford to misplace my passport with so little time to look for it. I left my tea on the table and zipped out of the room, running to the lower floor. Bumping into a number of people on my way, I dashed into the now abuzz green room and made for the vanity. Scrambling things hurriedly, I looked for the little book in pure panic, my gut twisting when I couldn't see it anywhere. I travelled all the way to the end of the table and having seen no sign of it, I turned around abruptly to commence round 2. Whipping around, I came face to neck with Jimin and I stumbled back, eyes wide. Tripping on my own foot, I was about the stumble a whole lot more, but Jimin struck, holding my arms to stabilize me. Holding me till I was rooted on my feet he inhaled deeply and held up his hand.
"Looking for this?" he asked.
A wave of relief washed over my body, however, not diminishing the hot print of his hands on my arms.
"My passport!" I yelled, making for it.
He yanked his hand back, getting it out of my reach. The man stood only a couple of inches higher than me, but he wore thick insoles that made him taller and it didn't help that I was wearing my flattest pair of flip flops this particular day.
"You should be more careful. You never know who could get their hands on your valuables." He breathed in a slimy tone.
"Well, now I know who is getting their hands on my valuables." I said, raising an eyebrow. Are we playing the innuendo game?
He threw his head back and chuckled. Oh, we are.
I saw a window of opportunity- his eyes weren't on me. If I could just- I lunged for my passport, reaching for it on my toes. I was a second too late.
The hand holding my passport shot further away as I teetered forward, momentarily losing balance as I attempted to reach higher. Now in full body contact, Jimin's eyes widened as he stumbled backward, now concealing us behind some clothes racks. He stopped firm and I fell forward onto him, my hand going around his shoulder for support and while simultaneously feeling his hand grasp my waist to keep us from moving further behind. His hand lingered a moment, making sure I was steady on my feet. I made the mistake of looking up at his eyes, they were dark and catastrophic making my insides twist violently. Stupid, stupid, STUPID.
I looked away hastily, taking my hand off his shoulder and brushing my hair out of my face. He gently withdrew his hand from my waist and held out my passport.
"Be more careful next time." He said, firmly, shoving his now-empty hand into his pocket.
I snatched the book from him, glaring at him. "Thank you, sir." I spat, brusquely.
Turning on my heel, I walked with confidence, straightening my shoulders. Stepping out of the room, I exhaled dramatically.
What the FUCK just happened?
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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...
