His Flower || UNDERGOING EDITING

I Have No Words

Still shocked from moments ago, my feet slowly make their way to the mirrors. Squeaks are occasionally heard from my converse sliding on the slick surface. The floor is littered with dirt and dust since no one bothers to sweep. I'll have to fix that later. I think to myself.

My eyes try to tear away from the beauty in front of me, but I might never get to see it again. Granted he's a player and I find it degrading and disgusting, but I never said he wasn't attractive.

His muscles are defined but not bulky. And his jaw line could cut through glass if it really wanted to. Once again, I'm caught up in my own thoughts.

"Didn't we agree on not staring?" Without even looking at me he caught my stares. Heat slowly creeps to my face again and I walk to the corner of the room where Jimin is plugging in the speaker. I slowly sit down on the floor and goosebumps scatter my legs from the cold surface.

I kick off my mud caked shoes and watch them hit the floor and scatter wet mud further, adding more the already dirty floor. My feet are nice and cozy covered with black socks. For a brief second I look up from my feet and see a pair of brown eyes looking down at me.

"No staring huh?" For once I let my smile slip in his presence.

"Well how do you expect me to not stare at something new?" He never looked up from the chord he's uncoiling and I swear I see his cheeks turn a little pink. All I do is smile in victory and stand from the ice cold floor.

"Now that I think about it-" I walk over to Jimin and look over his shoulder at his phone. "what exactly are we practicing? And what song?" I personally had planned to refresh my ballet routines but that's obviously not happening.

Since mom seems to misplace her money all the time, I've started looking at jobs to help get some cash in my pocket and food in my stomach. So walking home with Min following me, I saw a sign on a window of a dance class. They are in need of a teacher for the younger kids so I snatched a application.

"What kind of routine were you wanting us to do?" Jimin asks out of the blue. My eyes stare at him confused. All I get is a heavy sigh in return. "For the end of the year performance?"

That's when the lightbulb went off. I completely forgot about that.

"Well I'm strongest at contemporary." My eyes direct themselves to my crossed legs and wiggling toes. Embarrassed about my suggestion. What are you thinking? He's a hardcore hip hop performer you pabo! However, I'm taken back by his response.

"Sounds great actually. I miss doing that style a lot." He smiles and shows his teeth while reminiscing in the past. The color of his face is washed out by the brightness of his phone screen as he scrolls to find a song.

"Here, pick one." Jimin a small hands lightly toss me his phone and I grab it with my freezing hands. Once seeing that his possession is safety in my hands, he strolls his way over to the mirrors to stretch.

I'm actually surprised that he gave me his phone. He has it pulled up on a playlist with an album called Invincible: Two Steps From Hell. After choosing a random song I walk over to where he's sitting.

"Here, this one." Handing him his phone his hand slightly brushes against mine and I point to the song I've chosen. All I get is a tisking noise of disapproval. He lightly shakes his orange head of hair.

"This one? Seriously? Nope." Jimin then takes it upon himself to choose a new song from the album.

"What's wrong with that one?." I raise my hands in defense.

"Have you ever listened to it?" He challenges. I stare at my feet and shake my head. "Exactly, it had no emotion to it, no feeling. Here listen to this one." He nods and hands me the phone with his callused hands.

I bring the speaker to my ear and immediately a string orchestra fills my head. Layers of joy, heartbreak, and war coat the song when the choir joins in. By the end I'm hooked. This is the song.

"..." Once again I try to speak but nothing comes out. My soul has been overwhelmed by the art I listened to.

"Pretty good huh?"  He comments while going down to touch his toes. His shadow now shades me from the moonlight and any other light that shines. I hand him back his phone and imagine what the routine will look like.

"Let's get moving." Jimin's voice roars through the room. He walks to the speaker and plugs in his phone.

"Where do we start?" I'm eager to get my body moving.

"Right here." I'm confused. He walks closer towards me and sits  right smack in front of me.

"What are you doing?" My eyebrows furrow. He pats the floor in front of him, indicating for me to sit down with him. Slowly my legs come in contact with the floor. I cross my legs and hunch my back to get comfortable. I can tell this is going to be a long night.

*Time Skip*

"So I was thinking of doing a classic separation and heartbreak story. The man and the woman don't exactly see eye to eye." Jimin starts explaining his idea while absent minded drawing figures on the floor with his figure. 

"But they can't leave the other and try to cling on with all they've got. Through challenging each other and war, one of them becomes so frustrated and depressed that they end their misery with pills." Ending his explanation, he looks up at me for a sign of approval.

Really? The all mighty Mr. Park is asking for my approval?

"Okay, which one of us is the overdose?" I wouldn't mind doing it, I was just wanting to hear his opinion. After taking a sip of his water, he replies.

"I was thinking maybe you." He comments pointing his bottle of water at me and running a hand through his hair. His water looks so good and cold. The feeling of cold water going down my throat and cooling it sounds so good.

"Uh you want some water?" What is it with me and staring today?

"N-No, I'm good." I quickly decline. My mouth says other wise though and is as dry as cotton. I refuse to get water from the sink at home. I mean the apartment, because of its' weird brownish color.

"Are you sure? You don't look good." He keeps persisting.

"Look really, I'm okay." I go to stand up and I'm on my feet for about point two seconds before I fall and land on something hard. But it's not the floor.

"Well hello there." Oh no. No, no no. My eyes open and I'm met with a goofy smiling Jimin. And then I feel warmth on the back of my neck. My head turns to see what's causing it and my eyes get even bigger when I remember that he's shirtless. Reality hits.

I"m laying in the lap of Mr. Park. And he's shirtless. I expected him to shove me off his lap, but instead I feel him wrap his arms around my waist and his face gets dangerously close.

"You know, I'm trying very hard to not take full advantage of the place you've out yourself in Flower." And back to the smart ass player that Park Jimin really is. One moment he's caring about your health but in the end all he wants is to get in between your legs.

"But if you keeping pulling stunts like this I don't think I can hold back." But he does. He does hold it back and within seconds of him finishing his sentence he removes his arms and face.

He just sits there and smiles like a idiot. Usually I have a smart remark just waiting on the tip of my tongue. Not this time. And that's the kind of man he is. Park Jimin.

The man who causes me a loss of words.