Bulletproof girl scouts

Yes pt.2

Whose ready for some NaRM?  

Nara's POV

I had spent half the day working on my mixtape. After that, I practiced with Jimin. Yoongi appeared with the choreographer somewhere between our routine. They were talking among themselves and when we took a break, Yoongi called us over. They were discussing the sequence of tracks and said that there were some minor changes. Would it be okay if the performance started with a teeny tiny skit? It was nothing much. I had no qualms in standing under a spotlight with my eyes covered by Jimin's hands. Sometime during the conversation, RM appeared in the practice room. He was most probably looking for Yoongi and I kept my attention invested in the discussion at hand. I was talking when he suddenly reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. My eyes widened and I stuttered in the middle of the sentence. I blinked rapidly, glancing briefly to find him with a nonchalant expression. My voice dragged as I focused on Yoongi, the words I was going to say successfully fleeing my mind. When I finally ended the sentence, it sounded more like a question. I pursed my lips at the absurdity of my actions and stared at the floor. Yoongi didn't seem to mind; the smile on his face was getting too big for his face. Jimin was giggling behind his fist. The choreographer clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. He got to work and showed us our positions as the two rappers left the scene. Inside my head. I scowled. What's he trying to do?

The next day I had a meeting with Hitman for finalizing my mixtape. Only a few finishing touches remained, which BigHit's composers were working on. We sat and discussed the release date –Two weeks before the Home Party. That would be twenty days from now.

I'm too busy to be dating. I really, really am. Which is why I like not to think too much when we're texting at four am. But he hasn't been responding to my texts ever since he pulled that act in the practice room. It's been roughly five days. The amount of work and deadlines keeps my mind from straying to useless thoughts, but everytime I sit back and take a break it's there. I acknowledge that we're both professionals and world-known busy-bodies but sometimes I, I just...just...what are we? Friends? Friends-who-kiss? Are we a thing? Are we not a thing? Is this just a phase?

I'm not a bloody teenager how can this be a phase?

Ugh, I'm frustrated, aren't I?

I don't even remember the last time I saw him. That's a lie. It was way before the teaser shooting began please don't remind me.

Ugh.

Fengh is leaving for China sometime before the Home Party.

Ugh.

Jimin insists on practicing beyond perfection. I don't mind, really. Two more days of no texting were coming to an end and I was using the complicated dance routine to pent out my frustration.

"Wooh!", he pushed back his sweaty hair and fanned himself with his shirt. Spring had been upon us for a long time but it was exceptionally hot today. I used the break to tie my hair in a loose ponytail. I put my hands on my hips and let out a breath, the sweat feeling icky on my skin. Jimin downed half a bottle of water in one go. I took the remote and cranked up the air conditioning. I was about to ask him if he was up for another round but the words got stuck in my throat as he pulled his shirt over his head. He had on a vest underneath but that didn't stop me from letting out an appreciative whistle. He bowed dramatically as I burst into giggles. He straightened up and stopped abruptly, brows pushing into a frown and, shit. The boatneck of my tee had slipped to reveal a not so pretty mark on the ball of my shoulder.

Quick question: Have I a vest underneath? Yes. Is it decent? Yes, thank heavens.

I lifted my tee and pulled it off my head in an effortless distraction. From the size of his eyes and the color rising to his cheeks, I'd say it worked. I posed dramatically and rose a brow. He burst out laughing. I sat down and opened another bottle while he went to change the track.
"So...", he called as he worked the system, "what are you doing tonight?"