Tiny Boy ᘛ Jimin FF

4: Cotton Candy Fantasies

Date Uploaded: 11/14/19

First day of practice.

Jimin's face and hands are sweating.

MS. Y/N! I MISS YOU SO MUCH! PLEASE TAKE ME AWAY FROM HERE! I DON'T WANT TO BE IN THIS PLACE ANYMORE! I'M SO SCARED! HEEEEEEEEEEEELPPPP-

"Jimin? You okay?" She waved her hand in front of his face, which brought him back to Earth, flinching and yelping lightly.

"U-Uhm....." He stuttered, nervous.

"Don't be shy around me, Jimin. I'm nice," Kiyeo smiled. "I'll try to not be a burden to you."

Jimin and Jungkook ended up picking the girls their teacher suggested because the two didn't really know a lot of girls and just went by the words of their instructor.

You might find it strange that he and Jungkook had been dancing with people in their class yet they don't know them, but what was meant was that the pair weren't really friends with anyone.

I'm not shy with you. I'm only shy with and for Ms. Y/n >:( The stubborn boy cursed in his head.

"Kiyeo~ Come here~" One of her girl friends sang as she was dragged, getting abducted away from Jimin, and this was a chance for Jungkook to talk to his best friend.

"Hyung, make sure that you don't fall in love with your partner."

Jimin scowled at him and the boy threw his hands up as a peace sign. "I'm just saying! Y-You're destined for Ms. Y/n, okay?"

And Jimin slowly nods, liking—loving what he said. He honestly adores it when he gets shipped with his crush.

"Also hyung, um... If Ms. Y/n makes a conversation with you, then please, please keep up with the conversation," Jungkook pleaded.

"Okay...?" Jimin looks at him in confusion, wondering why he's telling him that now.

Their teacher then talks, explaining to everyone about what they're going to do; the music and the kind of moves they'll make; solo and with partner, which made Jimin and Jungkook melt on their feet.

A few minutes passed by and before the teacher could commence his ideas, Kiyeo spoke to Jimin, person-to-person voice level.

"Jimin, as your partner, please be confident with me, okay? Go all out with me and let's put our best efforts," she smiled.

"Okay," Jimin looked away, not wanting to meet her eyes.

❣️

As hours passed by, Jimin attends your tutor again. He only sits there and plopped his chubby cheek down on his arm on the table while you talked to a student about their grades and missing assignments, busy.

There were a few other kids in the classroom, thankfully no bad ones in sight. The children were working.

"Thank you, Ms. Y/n," the girl student smiled then went to her seat and started working again.

You had work to do yourself, so you do that, but you glanced at Jimin from the corner of your eye concurrently. He seemed very still—too still—unlike back then. You see him pouting.

You observe the boy.

Full, cushiony pink lips, slightly tan porcelain skin glowing under the weak sunlight from outside the windows, soft-looking orange hair your hands tremble to touch them, busy, curious dark eyes looking around the room, eyelashes long and almost brushing his cheeks when he gazes down, and then you hear a random small whimper from him.