Forget Me Not✔️

My Dancer

The song the two of you had been swaying to ended, and you took the opportunity to attempt not to embarrass yourself any further. You pulled away from Jimin with a shy laugh as you smoothed out your dress.

He raised a brow at you as you backed away before his eyes shifted over toward the stereo system and heard the next song begin to play.

The bass was so strong you could feel it vibrate the floorboards below your feet. You faintly recognized it as an English song.

"You wanna see me dance some more?" Jimin smirked and tilted his head to the side.

You raised your hand and gestured toward him in a 'be my guest' type of gesture as you backed up against the wall to give him some more room. A smile rolled across your lips at the idea of watching him further.

You leaned against the wall, kicking one leg up against the smooth surface as you folded your arms at your chest. Jimin hadn't forced you to do the more extreme moves that he was capable of, but the lack of air conditioning in the room coupled with your close proximity to his sweating body had heated your body. You wiped a hand across your forehead and pulled a hair tie from your clutch bag. Lifting up your long brown locks, you tied your hair up to try and cool down. 

Jimin was stretching his body in the middle of the room, watching your reflection in the wall of mirrors. You bit your lip and grinned at him, making him blush and look down. Mr. Arrogant wasn't so confident now, was he? Up until now, he was the one leaving you in a pile of nerves, so it was so satisfying to see that you had some effect on him, too. 

Jimin shook his head and breathed before his body began to follow along with the music once again. He was able to bend his body and stop in perfect time with the beat of the song. It was less like he was dancing to the beat and more like the beat had been tailored to fit the way he moved.

The melody of the song started off slow, but the lock of his arms and jerks of his legs were crisp. Your eyes trailed his form, watching each piece of him and letting your eyes catch every detail. You had never had a real fascination with the art of dance, though you appreciated it in movies or music when you would see it. This is the first time, however, that you were so entranced that you were hung up on every step he took.

The beat of the music almost seemed like it began to thump in rhythmic time with your own heart. However, that was until Jimin gracefully slid to the ground.

His legs were agape and facing towards you. Your eyes widened a bit but they nearly popped from the sockets when he placed a hand over his crotch and began to hip thrust upward into the air. He scrunched up his nose, but this time the action wasn't adorable - but suggestive. He trapped your eyes with his as he shot his hips into the air again and again, shattering your resolve and composure.

Your hand shot up to your mouth to cover your lips, but you couldn't bring yourself to look away. You gulped as he bit at his bottom lip and continued to dance in perfect, seductive passion. The beat of your heart no longer matched the sound of the music, it was much more rapid now. You were in shock at what you had just seen. Did you just witness the cause of your own death?

For the first time, you glanced away, but only for a second, in attempts to blink away the image of his hips now burned into your brain in such detail. However when he began to move again, you couldn't help but shoot your eyes back to him.

He got up from the ground without so much as a struggle and continued on with the song, shifting his steps closer to you as he went. You saw his gaze flash up to you with a devious smirk as he moved closer. He was doing this on purpose. He knew what he was doing, clearly. He was trying to get a rise out of you. And, dammit, it was working.

The movement of his body had begun to speed up considerably once he had gotten off the floor. You removed your hand from your lips and lowered it back down. Your eyes traveled down to his well toned legs and feet as he moved them so quickly it was hard to keep up with their activity.

The song neared its end, and Jimin finished with a quick and fluid spin. His head shot to the side, directed at the wall where you stood. His plump lips hung half open with panting breaths. His eyes burned towards you with a sense of intensity that caused your heart to race just as fast as when he was on the ground. You felt your throat dry. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and he raked a hand through his hair.

Raising a hand to your throat, you turned your head to the side and released a small cough, choking on the air as you tried to register what you had just watched. He hadn't touched you aside from your dance earlier, but your body was reeling. This all felt too intimate, and your mind raced to try and piece together how you felt about it all.

Jimin began to stalk towards you in slow, determined strides, reaching your place at the wall.

"Well...?" His raspy voice questioned as he neared you.

You rubbed at your lips before shifting your hand to the side of your neck and exhaling sharply. "Well, that was something." You said quietly with a flick of your brows as you found it hard to look him in the eye right now, especially with him this close. Your betraying voice came out much weaker than you had hoped, and he chuckled. 

He could see how nervous you were and it only fed his boastful attitude. His tongue left his lips, licking at them before his teeth nipped at his bottom one as he took another step toward you. Without giving them permission to do so, your eyes followed his tongue and teeth, locking onto those luscious lips and remembering how they felt on yours. Please, for the love of all that is holy, stop biting your lips, Jimin.

"You want to see more?" He asked. Now only maybe a foot separated your bodies as he stood before you. Had a foot of space always seemed this close?

You finally shifted your gaze back to him questioningly. Was he offering to dance even more for you? You weren't sure your heart could handle that right now.

"There's a small private concert tomorrow being held. I've got some tickets." Jimin started to explain. "Why don't you and Nova come stop by?" Jimin offered with a tilt of his head. "J-hope will be there so I'm sure she won't be opposed." Jimin said with a deep chuckle. "Plus, the dance line has a... special performance planned." He added as his smirk grew.

"You guys planning to strip tease the audience?" You asked jokingly as you released a breath but offered him a sarcastic smile in return.

Leaning closer, he placed his hand on the wall behind you, trapping you, and leaned in. "If you want that," He started to whisper in your ear, "we can always head to a hotel and I'd be happy to oblige." You could feel his breath against your skin, making you shiver. You would never let him know that you considered it for a split second. 

But this was escalating quicker than you expected for a night that had been intended just for you two to talk.

"Fine." You said, placing a hand on his firm chest as you pushed him a step back to give you a bit more room to breathe. "To the concert." You added to be clear.

He offered a nod and another lick at his lips in understanding before he backed away from you slowly. "Well, the other offer still stands if you ever change your mind." Jimin offered with a soft shrug before he moved over to the speaker system. You shook your head and sighed, he was going to be trouble.