BTS 8th Member Scenarios // [slow updates]

Sandcastles

"What are we here for?" Jimin whines.

"It's a surprise. So stop asking." You reply while dragging him into the dimly lit dance studio and forcing him to sit on the ground, his back to one of the mirrors.

He groans while falling to his butt.

"Aish. What are you doing? And when do you like surprises?"

"Since-- SHUT UP. Okay. Wait just one minute and I'll tell you when you can open your eyes," you reply as you scuffle across the floor to turn on the spotlight which lit the center of the room. 

You run to the speaker, plug in your phone, and find the Beyonce track saved in your playlist.

You take a breather, watching his petite form huddled by the wall. His small hands covered his face as his toes tapped impatiently against the floor. You looked down at your all-black outfit consisting of jazz pants and a long-sleeve shirt. You took off your socks, tossing them to the side. Before pressing 'play' on your phone, you tell Jimin to open his eyes and just feel the music.

That's when you slowly stepped into the spotlight and started feeling the music yourself. The dark ballad song filled the room and guided each of your fluid movements.

You had choreographed a modern dance piece to perform for him, for healing. Jimin's break-up was still fresh, and you'd both discussed the importance of art being an outlet for our emotions that we love to hide. He had writer's block... singer's block... dancer's block. He couldn't do it. He had told you it was difficult for him to find any inspiration or energy to express this moment in his life.

However, you could.

You'd never been in a serious relationship, but you were familiar with the feelings of desire, insecurity, and disappointment. You wanted to tell a story, through movement, about two people that cared for each other. You wanted to portray the guilt and the angry feelings of treating someone badly; the guilt and the anger for not trying hard enough; and the guilt and the anger knowing someone didn't keep their promises.

You wanted to show a broken soul...

...the soul of a person who kept fighting even though it hurt.

You didn't know if your dance would even work - would it even evoke any emotion from it? Or would he just laugh? Whatever outcome, you at least wanted to try.

You danced, your feet easily gliding along the floor. Spinning. Leaping. Your body moved in unique angles, stretching and concaving. Once the song finished, your entire body breathed of freedom. Of a lightness. You felt relieved -- and so did your muscles. When you stopped the music and turned on one of the lights, your mouth fell. 

You saw his entire body shake as he hid his face between his knees clutched to his chest. Kneeling beside him, you gently call his name:

"Jimin-ah..."

His body trembles and you can hear him sniffling.

"It's okay..."

"I'm sorry. I'm so--" He hiccups.

"Don't worry about it."

"I don't know why I'm c-crying..." He mumbles.

"Let it all out. It's okay. You need to release your emotions."

He grabs a handful of his hair and groans, his crying slightly more audible. His head still resting on his knees. The sight of him breaking down put tears in your eyes.

You move closer to him and wrap an arm around his back. You quietly felt his pain. You hoped his reaction was the result of your dance... and you prayed your plan worked. You hoped he would finally confront those feelings he'd been hiding since the break-up.

With a sad smile, you decide to lighten the tone: "Was the dance that bad?"

You hear Jimin chuckle softly while sniffling and wiping his nose.

"No..."

You grin and pat his back.

After a few seconds, Jimin says: "It... I really felt it. Obviously." He sniffles again while sitting up finally, resting his head on the mirror. His red eyes constantly looked towards the ceiling; he was trying to fight back more tears.

You quickly grab a box of tissues and hand some to him. He wipes his tears and his nose.

"Ah..." He groans out, his cheeks flushed.

"Don't be embarrassed or whatever," you say. "This is good. I wanted you to be affected by this song and the lyrics.  I thought it would be relatable... to what you went through. What she went through."

Jimin nods while balling the used tissue in his hand. His eyes focus on the ground.

"It... it definitely hit home and, uh..." He smiles while squeezing his eyes shut and tapping the back of his head on the mirror. You rest a hand on his knee and watch him grab his hair in frustration. "Everything came back. All the bad feelings, the good, the worries."

His lip quivers as he speaks.

"Good..." You say, wanting to hold him close.

"I feel so stupid."

"Why?"

"Just everything... I was so stupid. With her, with myself, with expectations..." He taps the back of his head against the mirror again and you stop him by cupping the back of his head and holding it.

You place both of your hands on either side of his head and bring him to your chest, holding him in your arms as he covers his face.

"Shhh... you don't gotta explain anything. And you're not stupid."

His body loses tension as you hold him in your arms, rubbing his back to comfort him. You loved him and you wanted to be there for him.

He trusted you to show his vulnerabilities, and you vowed to keep his secrets. The past is the past, and you finally felt equal to him. You could finally relate in more ways.

From now on, things would be different.