Illegal (Jimin BTS fanfic)

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You were walking to the BigHit Entertainment's building for your usual dance practice with Namjoon, a korean rapper, who hired you as his new backup dancer for upcoming asian tour, which made you feel extremely proud of yourself. This was your first big break after only dancing a little in America, never getting recognized for your effort. Now something finally moved for your career.

Sun just cracked it's sight through the clouds, warm april wind lifting your hair from your shoulders. People were gathering in groups for their usual activities, not even taking the time to stop and enjoy unusually pleasant weather. Dogs barking while passing by to bring up attention of the owners, who were too busy making calls or writing emails. Life escaping beneith them, boring routine taking over their each step. Most still searching for a purpose while seeking to survive.

Soon you paraded inside, coffee in one hand and phone in another. You stepped into the elevator, pressed the button to the eleventh floor and glued face to your phone, not really knowing what to look at. Sometimes you needed to pretend you're somewhere else, because the sound of metal moving between floors drove you insane. It was definitely time for some renovating. Not long after the doors opened, you walked out, on your way to the dance room. All the other dancers were already there, waiting for you. Chen ran and gave you a big hug. He was your best friend from back home and you both got the same chance to dance with such big and well known artist. Together you travelled to Korea two moths ago for preparations and it was going amazingly so far.

Promptly Namjoon walked in, greeting you all.

''Hi, guys, let's just start please, we have a lot of choreography to learn and I want it to be perfect.'' he said, you all nodded and went to stand at your positions. Choreographies were actually not as hard, but there was a lot to remember. A LOT. Your brain felt like exploding. Just at that moment someone rushed inside of the room, scaring the absolute crap out of you. Without looking at who it even was, you continued dancing to the music.

''What are you doing here, Jimin?'' Namjoon asked, slightly frustrated.

''Sorry, sorry. I forgot you have practice. Who is that girl over there? I've never seen her before in your group. She seems talented though.'' Jimin answered, looking at you with a huge interest. You instantly caught his eyes.

''Oh, her name is Ella. She is my new dancer and is also extremely talented, as you already realized.'' he explained, looking at you as well. You didn't notice anything because of how busy you were. When music was on, the rest of the world didn't exist.

Jimin sighted a little, then put his arm on Namjoon's shoulder.

''Look, I have a problem. One of my main dancers left and I urgently need a new one. I thought you may could help me, since you have one extra.'' he explained, whispering.

''Yeah, sure. Did you try to hit on her and she ran away?'' he answered with an evil smile on his face, followed by a loud laugh.

''Fuck off. I'm in panic. Help me, please.'' Jimin annoyingly whispered again, rolling his eyes almost at the back of his head.

''Do you want someone specific?'' Namjoon asked next with a smile on his face. It really wasn't a problem for him to help his best friend with whatever he needed. But he also never missed a chance to make him slightly aggravated.

''N-No.'' Jimin lied, stumbling over his words, but Namjoon wasn't naive and knew him better than anyone else. He figured Jimin wants you.

''Ella, come here please!'' he yelled, scaring you a little. You quickly ran up to him, without even acknowledging the other guy.

''What's wrong? Can I help you with something?'' you began to ask, still out of breath.

''This is Jimin.'' he pointed towards the other guy standing next to him. You recognized him instantly. He was pretty skinny, almost too skinny for his height, but still very masculine. His hair were straight, pastel pink with an undercut and parted in the middle. Since he didn't seem to give many fucks about dying it regularly, some blonde was picking through on certain parts. His hair didn't have strong texture, but looked rather damaged and thin. You noticed he had small, asian shaped eyes in chocolate brown colour. In certain angles they looked black, which gave him misterious vibe. His skin tone was about as pale as it can get, not seeing much sun in probably weeks. He had a small nose piercing and a bunch of rings in both of his ears. You could also see a big tattoo on his right ribbs, saying nevermind in black, old english font, making you convienced of him having plenty more. His face was oval shaped and pretty slim, with a short nose and perfectly trimmed eyebrows. His lips were also very plump, making you feel worse about your own.

''Oh, Park Jimin, right? Hi, I'm Ella. Nice to meet you!'' you presented yourself, not nervous at all. Luckily attractive guys couldn't throw you out of your way.

''You know me? Uhm, nice to meet you too.'' he answered shyly, smiling like a little child who just got a lollipop. He scratched the back of his head, making you notice his gold and silver rings, delicately placed on his rather small fingers.

''Why did you call me?'' you looked back at Namjoon, not really caring about Jimin at all. You were stepping on and off your toes, apprehensive to go back to practicing. If he wasn't your boss, you could easily say he was waisting your precious time.

''You will dance with him from now on.'' he said, making your mouth drop.

''W-What? Why? I'm here for only two months and I just made friends. You can't move me now!'' you snapped, realizing your voice went a little too high.

''Hey, nothing will change. This is even bigger opportunity since Jimin has more concerts than me. And his dancers are all really sweet as well. Go check it out.'' he smiled widely, making you go crazy. How can he think that's funny? It's not at all. You grabbed your bag, shoved in your water bottle and stormed off, pushing them both aside since they were standing in front of the door, blocking the way. Just before you walked into that, now even more annoying, elevator, you heard Jimin's voice saying:''I told you she hates me.''

You decided to stay in caffeteria that was located on the first floor. Ordering your usual espresso, you burried your face in your hands, tears slowly rolling down your cheeks. You were able to hear voices of people talking and glasses hitting against each other, but it all seemed like a part of a whole other world. The world you barely ever experienced, but heard many stories about from your friends.

This was so unfair. Were you really so horrible that they just decided to move you this easily? Park Jimin or just Jimin by his artistic name, was an amazing artist, you liked his music and you found him super attractive on top of it all, but you didn't want to leave. Partly you wanted to, but with Namjoon's team you felt comfortable. This was one of the rare times your brain worked too fast to mantain it's clarity. One thought cutting another one off before it could fully bloom.

That's when you heard someone's footsteps coming closer and closer. Slowly and carefully, like you see in horror movies. You thought it was likely just another BigHit staff coming for a drink. But he stopped right in front of you.

''Can I sit with you, please?''