Let's Not Falling In Love (1st Book) (FIXED)

Sexy Dancer

​"Momo?!"

​So this was why she came home late so often.

​She looked incredible—her dancing was sharp, precise, and effortlessly fluid. I recognized the song immediately: Partition. She was wearing a sleeveless crop top and denim shorts. It wasn't nearly as scandalous as the perverts back at the table had made it out to be, but a single thought kept burning in my mind: Why on earth is she dancing in a place like this?

​"Hey! Jeongyeon! You didn't even apologize for splashing milk all over my face," Jimin snapped, drawing me back to reality.

​He was wiping his face with a napkin while Taehyung and Jackson laughed, offering him a few useless towels.

​"Consider it punishment for your dirty thoughts," I said, my eyes still fixed on the stage. "And for acting like a brat when you already have a girlfriend."

​"You have no right to lecture me when you can't even tear your eyes away from her," Jimin retorted. "I can literally see the bulge in your pants."

​"I’m admiring her talent, not her body," I shot back, chuckling. "And as for my pants, they’re just tight. Don't be jealous just because mine is bigger than yours."

​Jackson and Taehyung muffled their laughter, careful not to push Jimin over the edge. They had found out my secret by accident back in high school. I had been in a rush, the girls' restroom was completely full, and the boys' room seemed empty. But just as I started peeing, the three of them walked in together. Fortunately, we were close enough that they had kept my secret ever since.

​"Bigger doesn't mean a thing when you've never experienced the heaven of life," Jimin said, throwing his hands up dramatically. By "heaven," he meant sex.

​"Ooh, Park Jimin!" Taehyung and Jackson cheered, clapping with delight.

​I smirked, holding his gaze. "I got your girlfriend’s first kiss." I hadn't wanted to bring it up, but he had started it.

​Jimin sighed deeply. "Alright, alright, our dear 'Girl Crush.' You don't have to remind me."

​"Believe me, I don't want to remember it either," I muttered softly. A quiet sadness settled over me as I recalled the moment that changed who I was—and cost me someone irreplaceable.

​"Let's just forget it and have fun, guys," Jackson said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder to shift the mood.

​"Don't worry, I am having fun," I lied effortlessly, forcing a grin. "Can't you tell? I can't take my eyes off the stage."

​"You mean off her body, right?" Taehyung teased.

​"The performance is over," Jackson noted with a hint of disappointment as the music faded.

​I looked back at the stage just as Momo turned. For a split second, our eyes met. I looked away instantly, turning my back toward the bar to hide my face, praying she hadn't recognized me.

​"Jeongyeon... what's wrong?" Jackson asked, studying me. "You look like you've just seen a ghost."

​"Nothing. I'm fine," I said, glancing sideways to track her movements.

​"Let's head back to the hotel room," Jackson announced cheerfully. "Jeongyeon, you're coming with us."

​Thank goodness. I needed to get out of this place.

​"Did we really come all the way here just to watch a dance routine?" I asked as we walked toward the exit.

​"Honestly? Yeah," Taehyung admitted without a trace of shame.