A Window to the Past | Jikook ♥

Chapter 8

That shudder, that cold, bone chilling, ugly shudder. Again. And that unsettling feeling in his stomach, screaming at him to get hell out of there. Jimin swallowed noisily as he stopped in his tracks, chest heaving. There was nothing left of that peacefulness he had felt while dancing freely few seconds ago.

"Jimin. What are you doing here all alone?" the man asked in that fake tone of his as he rested his back on the door behind him, his gaze never leaving Jimin's. Uneasiness took over the dancer when he realized the fact that the man was blocking the only exit.

"Dancing, obviously." the dancer answered in a cheeky demeanour to hide his fear. Jimin crossed his arms on his chest in a defensive posture. Right this moment, he felt too exposed, too vulnerable under the elder's gaze. He was stuck alone with the man, tired after his dance practice.

Jungwoo smirked, clearly aware he was in a position of power. He tilted his head.

"Come on, you know what I mean." this time, Jimin didn't have a sassy answer ready. He just pinched his lips in a thin line, not a single word leaving his mouth.

"The other members all left Seoul days ago, and still you're here alone. Why?"

"None of your business, I just stayed because I wanted to." Jimin said, narrowing his eyes.

"Does Jungkook know?"

Jimin freezed and his heart began thumping painfully in his ribcage. Could he know something? No, there was no way, he couldn't even imagine what would happen if anyone knew about the two of them. Jimin tried in vain to act nonchalantly, when he was actually panicking inside. But he knew well how to hide it. At least he hoped he did.

"What has Jungkook do to with this?"

The man scoffed and irked up his thick eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his thin lips.

"Actually, I would like you to answer to this question, Jimin. What is up between the two you?" hearing this, a cold feeling downed on Jimin. His heart missed a beat and he felt blood leave his face.

"W-What do you mean?" Oh God could he have hit himself for stuttering.

"Oh, you know well what I mean. You see, as your manager, I notice certain... things. It's my job after all."

And that was his cue to finally leave. He didn't even decide to move but his body began walking towards his bag and picked it up his shoulder, acting on automatic. Whether or not the man was blocking the exit, he was decided to leave this conversation. He stepped before the manager, trying to hide the waver in his voice and stand for himself. He couldn't go through this conversation right now. Or ever, for that matter.

"Listen, we're on a break right now, I have no obligation whatsoever to listen to you. If you would please step aside, I'm tired and want to go home."

Jungwoo just laughed. He laughed like Jimin had just dropped the funniest joke. The dancer stared frozen at the man choking on his own giggles. He hated that laugh. It was the laugh of a mad man, and for the longest time in a while, Jimin was scared. The laughter slowly died down in the man's throat and he began shaking his head, as if in disbelief of Jimin's attitude, as the latter was just standing there, unsure and bewildered by Jungwoo's reaction.

"You little bitch!" He began mumbling under his breath but Jimin still heard it. "How dare you speak to me that way when I AM your manager and you're nothing more than a worthless fag! " Anger but mostly disgust was now twisting his face in a contemptuous sneer, spitting those hateful words at the dancer's, finally displaying the hatred he had probably been harboring for months now.