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Y/n let out a frustrated groan as she kicks the chair over. She was trying to practice this dance number for this competition. "Hey!" "Oh, hey." she sighed, picking up her chair again and pausing the music. "Whats wrong?" Jimin asked.
"Nothing . Don't worry about it." she restarts the music and takes her seat on the chair. "1....2...3...4.." Jimin watched as she danced seductively on the chair, gulping. "UGHH!!!" She let out an annoyed groan and paused.
"What's wrong with that? It looked great!!" "This one particular, I can't do because I don't have a partner. Because of that, I keep kicking my foot in the chair." Jimin pulls her out of the chair and sits down. "Try it with me." "What?" "Do it. We're all friends here right?"
She nods, restarting the song yet again. "Just let me know if it starts to get uncomfortable." she told, earning a nod. Pressing play, she started her dance routine all over again. As she began grinding on Jimin, he became visibly anxious.
This gave her a bit of confidence and swung her legs over, turning her body completely, making her backside face his front. She then grabs his hands on hers, raising them in the air, but his hands soon traveled down her waist, rotating her hips manually.
The music soon stops, and she was out of breath. "That was a whole lot better. Thanks Jimin." she smiles, getting off of his lap. Jimim, however, didn't stand up. "You okay?" "Not exactly."
She turns her head in confusion. "Why?" "Don't play coy." Looking down at his pants, her eyes widened. "There you go." she shook her head. "I can't go out to the guys looking like this." He rants, face slightly pink. Y/n giggles and then pulls her hair into a ponytail.
"You were always the complainer." he looked up to her, chuckling and biting his lip.
