Hello my little bookworms. For once I actually posted on a Monday! I have plenty more chapters coming this week so be on the lookout on Friday. Enjoy :)
AND WE FINALLY HAVE A PICTURE FOR ARA!!!!!
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I walk into the lobby of the well know building and let the door click shut behind me. My wet shoes squish and squeak as I make my way to the main room.
The walls and rows of mirrors are lit up by the moonlight shinning through the window up top. The room is silent as I take a left into the fairly large storage closet. Once I flip the switch on, the room becomes engulfed with bright florescent lights.
"Ugh, I should shade some of those." My hand covers my eyes while I squint at the sudden bright lights. I take the light weight black bag off my shoulders and set it down on what resembles an old teachers desk. After grabbing my change of clothes I head to the bathroom at the convenience store next door.
A bell rings upon me entering the store, signaling to the cashier someone's come in. The man sports a stained white t-shirt and some jeans with holes ripped in them. He flashes me a creepy smile when I walk to the counter. I approach him with a cautious demeanor since no one else seems to be in the store.
"What can I do for ya babe?" Now that I'm up closer I see his facial features more clearly and he's got to be at least thirty-five or forty years old. Creep.
Acting like he never called me babe I tell him I need to use the restroom. Trying to act cool he goes to the back to grab me the key and tells me it's the second door on the left. Unlocking the rusty gold door knob I quickly walk inside and make sure to lock it behind me.
The key makes a clink noise when I lay it on the sink and I realize the whole room is freaky. Lights flickering on and off and the toilet making noises from hell. My change of clothes lay on top of the paper towel dispenser seeing that it's the only decently clean spot. I strip from my white tank top and change into a black sports bra while observing myself in the cloudy mirror.
My eyes scan up and down my body and take in its features. I'm to muscular to be considered bulimic or anorexic, but I'm also really underweight. Mom sometimes comes home and 'forgets' to buy food but I know for a fact that she spent it on a pack of cancer or a beer.
As soon as my leggings are rolled off cool summer shorts replace my bare legs. I wash my hands free of any picked up grime, grab my clothes, and scurry out of the bathroom.
Making my way to the front counter so I can return the key, my clothes do a poor job at covering my exposed skin. The man at the counter sees this as an opportunity to inspect me more with his greedy eyes. I quickly walk past the counter and set the key on the desk without saying a word.
However, my attempt to walk out of the store is quickly interrupted when a large restraint is on my wrist. Pulling me back closer is the old man's hand.
"What the hell!" I swing my arm trying to hit him but I'm blocked by his other hand grabbing that wrist as well.
"Come on doll, I just want to play." His face edges closer and I can smell the cigarettes and booze clearly. My face becomes stone cold as he undresses me with his piercing eyes. A drunk smile plasters his face.
My mind is so worried and alarms are going off in my head that I don't even realize my own screams. I never even noticed the door bell ring.
"Sir, I wouldn't do that if I were you." That voice. I know that voice. I keep going through faces and voices in my head, but I can't match a face with this one. The man holding me down turns around to and speaks.
"Mind your own business kid, this ain't a fight you'll win..." He slowly gets quieter and sees a flame headed kid with ripped arms standing behind him. Jimin? Jimin!
"As much as I would love to punch your face in right now, I'm being a gentleman right now and trying to talk this out." Jimin expresses with a smirk on his face and popping his knuckles ready to punch. My wrists have been freed with the focus being on him right now.
Jimin eyes move back and forth between me and the drunk man, trying to tell me something. He discreetly mouths the word crotch and I see my opportunity. Within seconds my foot lands square in between the mans legs and he goes down with a hard hit on the floor.
"That'll teach you, y-you pabo!" I stutter out of fear and I kick him in the side for good measures. No one corners me and expects to leave with no bruises. I storm out of the store as quickly as my legs will carry me. Footsteps trail not far behind.
"Hey wait up! You forgot these." His hair becomes brighter in my line of vision and my clothes are balled up in his hands. Walking into the Studio I reach to take back my belongings.
"Hey!" Before I grab them he snatches the cloth away and holds them up in the air. Granted he's not that tall but I'm pretty short.
"No thank you? No 'Jimin, you saved my life!'" He says in a mocking tone. His signature smirk spreads wider on his face. Offended by the sly comment I put my hands on my hips and act like a preppy girl.
"You mean like, 'Jimin you're so handsome and you saved my life! How can I ever repay you?'" I bat my eyes. "Yeah, no. You might have girls following your heels like lost puppies, wanting to get into your pants. But news flash, I'm not desperate enough to want to get into those pants!"
I move my finger up and down to add emphasis. Even though I love his sass, and his smirks just make me want to- NO BAD ARA. No pervy thoughts.
Instead of a smart ass comment or a smirk he just stares blankly at me. Like I'm not even there.
"Hello?" I wave a hand in his face. "Anyone there?" After a few seconds he comes to his senses and speaks.
"You're different." That is all he says. Different? He smiles and hands me my clothes.
"Chop chop." Like a switch flips he puts his guard back up. Jimin claps his hands and moves toward the full length mirrors.
"I'm the one that came here to practice so why do I need to chop chop?" I make my way back to the storage closet to put my clothes back in my bag. "It's late anyways. Don't you have a girl to go screw-" I turn to walk out of the bright closet and I'm met with a shirtless Jimin. My mouth goes dry and I'm lost of words.
"What's wrong Ara? Cat got your tongue?" My mouth keeps moving but no words come out. "Careful, you'll catch a fly."
He slowly starts to inch closer to my face until I can feel his breath against my cheek.
"It's not polite to stare Flower." He whispers in a husky voice into my ear. He pulls back to look into my eyes. I can't help but look back. I never noticed it before, Jimin has the deepest dark chocolate eyes. His lips look plump and soft like a flower petal. He's just beautiful.
Now his eyes move from my lips to my eyes and I'm still frozen in place. He inches closer and closer. I can't help but close my eyes and hesitantly lean forward a little to. He's going to kiss me.
"No time for breaks. The best never rest!" He says a little to loudly. He backs away and turns around to head to the main room. Georgous back muscles are lit up under the moonlight shining through the window.
And now I'm fully aware of myself. My cheeks are bright red and my heart is going a million miles an hour. But I couldn't shake this feeling in my stomach. Why did I lean in? Don't be stupid Ara, he has more girls than he knows what to do with. He wouldn't even go for you anyway.
It's not like you're special.
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His Flower || UNDERGOING EDITING
Фанфик"You left that bruise on her wrist didn't you?" Jungkook spits his words in Jimin's face. "No. I'm not letting you run away again!" I rush up to her and grab at her wrist. "I don't know all of the things that he told you, Ara. But I can tell you on...
