The Dancer || PJM ✓

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I was so flustered. Blushing so hard. What did he say?

I save him? For real? Am I still dreaming?

"Umm... I think I should leave now. Bye!" He said as he waved at me and went away.

I was still standing there all confused. But I'm happy.

To hear his voice.

To talk with him.

And to know his name.

Jimin.

I wasn't able to sleep. Those words of his kept playing in my head like recorder.

What's wrong with me? Am I in love?

But isn't it a very strong word... To describe my feelings?

I woke up the next day lately.

Cause it was weekend. Actually the office will be closed for a week as some construction will be happening.

I'm. So. Fuckin. HAPPY!

The day wasn't passing that quickly but when it was finally evening I kinda ran to the club.

Weird addiction right?

I took my usual sit. And soon he came.

Sorry he has a name. A beautiful one.

Jimin came. He started to dance before looking at me for once. And a smile appeared both in my and his lips.

Life is going too well... I just hope it goes this way.

But I forgot that things won't go the way as I want.