Dear Reaper | Jimin fanfiction [Completed]

16 - Dance with me

"Excuse me, but can you call the prettiest girl in this class for me?"

I cringed when I heard Jimin's voice sing through the door, talking to one of my classmates.

The girl immediately smirked, twirling her hair with her finger, an act of flirting, and drawled, "You're looking at her right now."

My anxious self would never be able to do that.

"No...? I don't even know you. I was talking about Lyn," he retorted, snapping her confidence in half.

The girl was fuming as she hissed, "I don't even know you, either. Call her yourself!" and stomped away in embarrassment.

I walked over to him, crossing my arms over my chest, and threw him a judging look.

"Thank you, Jimin. You just gifted me with a new enemy from my class with just few words. What a talent."

"It's not my fault," he defended himself while pulling my hand before walking out of the class and up the stairs. "Blame it on my handsome face and irresistible body. They keep attracting chicks like a magnet without me intending to do so."

Right...

"And where do you think you're taking me?"

He giggled, glancing back at me with glimmering eyes. "I discovered a secret hideout for us. It's located far away in the corner of the building. People probably forgot about that room."

"An abandoned room, huh?" I hummed, trying to imagine what kind of a place it was.

Only a rundown, dusty old room was appearing in my mind as we walked further into the darker and emptier side of the building. The lights were flickering, the doors were locked and damaged, but the atmosphere was soothing and peaceful. Perhaps the crepuscular feel to the surroundings was what made me relax.

If Jimin wasn't with me, I would have felt a tiny bit scared.

He opened a dark brown colored door that was the same as the others, but stain-free.

A quiet gasp left my mouth as I took in the surprisingly embellished interior of the vast room. With mirrors on two sides, it was definitely a practice room.

"Why isn't this room in use? There's nothing wrong. The place is spotless. People should be fighting each other to get a hold of this room..."

I followed Jimin, stepping inside and sitting down on the floor next to him in the center of the room.

He hummed, nodding. "I heard that the dance club ran out of budget and the school wasn't supporting them anymore. Maybe that's why this place was abandoned... Well... Now, it's our room."

I stifled a laugh. "Yeah, sure. What will we be doing in here?"

With an adorable grin, he beamed at me before jumping up and running to the back of the room to turn on the music player. I wasn't surprised at all when he played a seductive song.

"We will dance, of course," he shouted before running to the front, facing the mirror.

His smile was suddenly replaced with a serious expression when he started moving his body in perfect sync with the music. Flowing smoothly and then sharply, his amazing control over his body and his bewitching movements entranced me as if I was being put under a spell.

I was mesmerized.

He was the best dancer I had ever seen and would ever see in the future. My eyes followed his every motions, every gestures, captivated by him, mesmerized by his beautiful dancing that would put any dancer to shame.