Dangerous | p.jm ✔️

Pirouette

A/N: So, I was looking at the demographics for this story and some of y'all are too young to be reading this. ;) Don't worry, I'm not going to tell you not to, I just want to make clear that this story does not portray what would necessarily be a healthy relationship. It's perfectly fine to read this stuff for fun, but please do not allow yourself to be treated like any of the characters in this book or think that the characters don't have major red flags. This is complicated stuff that we could spend hours discussing, but I just wanted to acknowledge it.

A quick warning that there will be an instance of sexual harassment/ assault in this chapter. It is not perpetuated by any of the members, but if that's something that may trigger you, feel free to skip this chapter or message me.

Hope y'all enjoy this chapter! Lots is going down. ;)

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You (8:58am): Mochi?

Jimin (8:59am): What? He looks like a Mochi :)

You (8:59am): I thought I'd name him after one of the greatest dancers of all time."

Jimin (9:00am): Park Jimin? ;)

You (9:02am): No, you ass, Janet Jackson. Isn't Jackson an adorable name?

Jimin (9:03am): I still like Mochi better. I have a friend named Jackson.

You (9:03am): Does that mean I'll have to hook up with him, too?

Jimin (9:04am): 😒

You (9:05am): Oh hey, I still have your jacket. Do you want to meet up before class so I can give it back?

Jimin (9:06am): Just bring it class, baby girl

You (9:06am): I'm going to kill you one day and feel absolutely no remorse

Jimin (9:07am): 😘

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Jimin's jacket was tied around your waist as you entered class. You'd gotten there a bit early, hoping you could simply leave his jacket on the bench. However, he was already there when you entered, sitting on the very bench you'd planned to leave his jacket on. 

He was dressed more casually this time in a pair of basketball short and a black tank top. You could make out the muscles of his chest and stomach easily, making you remember the night you'd taken him back to your apartment. 

"See something you like?" he asked. 

You pulled yourself out of your haze and realized you'd been staring. Instead of blushing, your gaze hardened and you reached for the jacket and untied it. 

"Here," you said, holding the jacket out to him. You refused to meet his gaze as he took it from you and set down on the bench. 

"Thanks, just let me know if you ever need it again," he said, and you could hear as the smirk formed on his face. You knew some of your other classmates were watching you, their gazes watching as you shrugged off your own jacket.