Drop Of Eternity ✔️

Chapter Six: Why Me?

Your POV

I sat outside of the dance studio connected to the business building of Big Hit. It was 8:30. Why am I so damn early? I woke up over an hour early...showered...straightend my hair, put on my favorite black leotard, and a middle length black skirt.

Why was I dressing up?

I'm so stupid. I let out a deep sigh and combed my fingers through my hair. He probably wants to start dancing...I look stupid. I look at the time and it is 8:32. If I run home...and change I'll be here right at 9:00 am.

I grabbed my bag and stood up, when I turned around I froze where I stood as I watched Jimin walk towards me.

"Good morning." He said with a bright smile. "You're early."

He stopped in front of me standing extremely close, but I didn't back away...I needed to get used to this. I looked up to him slightly and smiled in return. "I was excited."

"Excited to see me?" he asked with a raise eyebrow.

"Perhaps." I winked. Oh god. I just winked at Park Jimin. I felt my cheeks burn, but what really surprised me was his thick swallow.

He tore his gaze away from mine and looked down to my attire. Shit.

"You...you look really nice today."

"I'm sorry...you said you wanted to show me something and I didn't even think that maybe it was choreography."

"Well...it is...but your attire is fine, you can still dance in that right? It's a leotard." As he spoke he took the strap of my top and snapped it on my shoulder smirking after hearing the snap.

"Uh...yeah it is..."

"Perfect. Let's go." He pushed passed me a bit and the same electric vibe coursed through me.

I followed him into the building and as he unlocked it he put in a code to turn off the alarm. "You have your own code too." He started, not looking at me. "It's the year you were born...I tried making it easy."

"Great...thank you."

"You're welcome."

I followed him in silence as we made our way down dark hallways. Eventually we made it to the same studio that I had my audition in and he turned on the bright lights. I followed him over to the giant speaker and watched him as he placed a disc in and pressed pause.

"I want you to see something." There was a sparkle in his eyes.

"Okay...what am I watching?"

"You'll see. Just sit over there okay?" he said and he brushed my arm with his hand.

Chills scattered across my skin at the contact and he continued to smile at me. I nodded and walked over to the side of the room and he pushed play.

The same violins I fell in love with growing up started to echo through the room, as did the song I first auditioned to. I watched in awe as he moved is body to the music. Almost as if he had a direct connection to it. He was fluid and precise, popping and moving perfectly along with the song. He was flawless, and he picked me to be his partner.

The song came to an end and he was down on his knees with his forehead pressed against the floor. I could tell he was breathing heavily by the rise and fall of his shoulders. After a minute or two...I wasn't paying attention...he leaned back on his heels while he stood on his knees looking at me.

"That...was insane." I said to him and he smiled. "That was literally the best thing I have ever witnessed in my life...you are so incredibly talented."

He smiled and stood to his feet walking over to me. "Thank you." He reached his hand down and helped me up. "Do you want to learn it?"

He didn't let go of my hand and I could finally feel the pulse from our skin contact. I looked down and he laced his fingers between mine.

"Um..." I look up to him. "I'd love to."

The smile that spread across his face stunned me and I couldn't look away. Unfortunately for me...he noticed. "You okay?" he smiled.

I swallowed thickly. "Yes."

"What are you staring at?" he teased running his thumb across my bottom lip.

"Umm...n-nothing." I cursed myself for stuttering.

He laughed and leaned into me. "I know I'm good looking...but do you really have to stare?"

He winked and I flushed and cleared my throat. "I wasn't staring."

"So you do think I'm good looking." Wiggling his eye brows he let out a soft chuckle. "Come on."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the middle of the dance floor. I was in front of him as he placed his hands firmly on my waist. He softly pulled me so that my back was pressed against his chest and I could feel his breath on my neck.

"Your routine was beautiful...but this song actually has choreography to it." He whispered against my neck. His hands took a tighter grip and I could feel him take a deep breath. "What you saw was a story...a story of a man who has lost his way trying to find himself...just like you said."

"You speak Korean?"

"I do." He traced his nose against my neck as he spoke. "My entire family is from there, including me. It's my first language."

"You speak English so well." I breathed trying to keep myself in check. Which was nearly impossible because the feel of his hands on me was entirely intoxicating.

He chuckled. "That's because I started studying English when I was young...but enough of that. Close your eyes."

I did as he asked and he started the music. He held me closer even still as he brushed his fingertips up the side of my body. He took hold of my arms and guided them upwards making me reach for the ceiling. His hands traced up my arms gently and that's when he started to move from behind me. His body swayed against me causing me to follow his movements. The music started to take me over and as the chorus rang out he brought my arms back down to my body keeping both of his hands laced with mine. Our interlocked fingers landed on my upper thighs as we continued to sway. I rolled my head back on his shoulder as he pressed his lips against my neck. It wasn't a kiss though...it was just...closeness. His lips parted slightly and I could feel him panting against me...no real movements were made, I just allowed him to be close and touch me. Whatever spell he had me under...I never wanted to come out.

Too soon the song ended and our bodies stopped moving. All that could be heard in the room was our heavy breathing. I had one hand wrapped around behind me holding him tightly to me and the other on top of his arm, which was tightly wrapped around my waist, his other one holding my hip.

"How do you feel." He whispered into my neck.

I swallowed thickly. "Strange."

"How so?"

"I feel...weirdly connected to that song now."

He moved his arms to be wrapped around me just under my breasts. "That's all you feel?"

"I'm not sure what else I'm feeling..."I swallow thickly as his lips traced the vein in my neck. "But I know there's something else there."

"Mmmmm." He hummed. "I think so too." He then placed a soft kiss on my neck just below my ear and he let go.

I felt cold from the loss of his body, but as soon as he let go all my common sense came flooding back to me. I snapped my eyes open to see him standing in front of me. He was close again...close enough to touch but not touching me at all.

I cleared my throat. "Um...that was..."

"Intense?"

"Yeah." I breathed out. "Do you do this with all your dancers?"

"No." He answered his voice soft. "Just you."

"Why?"

He stepped closer and brushed his nose against mine. He took a deep breath before answering. "You're special...and you're mine."