Love Yourself First | BTS FF

11 - you dont know BTS??

Its been a few hours of you trying to sleep on the cold hard wooden floor of the dance room, and Jimin furiously working out on what seems like all the machines on the other side of the translucent glass separating the two of you.

"Yah!! Keep it the hell down! Are you trying to break the machines?!" You yelled at him when he first started hyper working out. "Well look who's a smart ass." He sneered at you, sweat dripping down his neck, panting. You responded with an annoyed face and slammed the door behind you, returning to the safe space of the dance room. Safe because it didn't contain Park Jimin.

After multiple failed attempts of trying to fall asleep, you decide to get up and make the best of the situation. You're stuck at the gym, and still nowhere close to your goal body; might as well work out.

You continue your usual routine of dancing. Your discovery of this method wasn't made from some pretentious motivational video online from an impossibly fit chirpy girl, but formed organically. You've taken up an interest in KPOP, it's really inescapable since you live in Korea, and surprisingly you've enjoyed it! What started out as a fun hobby turned out to be a great way of HIIT cardio.

You're in the middle of a routine when you notice Jimin peaking in on you from the other side of the glass. Startled, you wip your head around at him. He moves to the glass door and pushes it open, resting his elbow on the glass wall and watching you. His expression unreadable.

"What do you want." You panted. He abandons his resting position and joins you in the room. "I didn't know you danced." He states. You're taken aback by his sudden lack of contempt, and find yourself at an unfamiliar state of speechlessness.

He moves closer to you. "I dance too." He says. "Can you do that routine again?"

"What? Why." A nervous bubble builds in your chest. You weren't planning on dancing for anyone, much less Park Jimin.

He moves to the mirror and sits with his back facing it. "Just do it." He gestured lazily at you to perform before crossing his arms. "No!" You exclaim, annoyed at his rich boy attitude. "I'm not gonna dance for you, what the hell?" You say. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and quickly change your expression. That's what I look like when I'm angry? His audible sigh brings your attention back to him.

"If you don't then I'm just gonna keep asking, it'll be a long night sweetie." He retorts. You stare at each other for a little while before you give up and set up your phone so the music plays out loud. "Don't call me sweetie." You mumble at him before returning back to your position in front of the mirror. "Oh sorry, force of habit." He says.

You tried your best to dance the routine, but you kept going too fast and missing every beat because you're too nervous. After all, this is the first time you're ever danced in front of someone, and out of all the people it had to be one of the most known playboys from school, who is also a dancer apparently.

"Okay, I know I was really off beat but it's because I'm nervous I've never shown anyone this before." You force out as an attempt to save some face immediately after finishing the routine. Jimin stands up and slowly walks to you with his arms crossed. "Hm...it's better than I thought you'd be." He says. Your mouth hangs open in a gawk. "Really?" You manage out.

"Yea, how long have you been dancing for?" He asks.

"Uh, a few weeks? I don't know, it just kinda happened."

"Kinda happened? How."

You've never discussed your likings of KPOP with anyone either, as you're afraid people may judge you. Even if they didn't, you didn't want to deal with all the differing opinions. However, something about being locked in with this rando guy you only know likes to fat-shame and is named Jimin makes you feel like anything you say here stays here. You've already danced for him so why not.