✓ dirty dancing｜park jimin

capricious

capricious: adjective
given to sudden and unaccountable changes of mood or behaviour.

I rolled my feet, around, breaking into a new pair of shoes.
If I knew I was going to be dancing today, I would've carried my pointes with me.

I hate new shoes.

My hair was put into two elegant dutch braids in front and a mid bun at the back.

I silently ran through the entire first act in my head. I had a couple solos, a dance with Jungkook, a dance with Jimin and an acting scene with Mary and Bree.

I crossed my fingers in angst of what was yet to come. Another hand released the tension in them by placing a kiss on each fingertip. My eyes met Jungkook and I looked at him with adoration.

'You'll do great. You always do.', he said, hugging me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder.

We looked onto the stage from the wings, that was pitch black, the huge yellow and red curtains blocking the light from the auditorium.

'Thank you.', I leaned my head onto his.

'So tell me why Jada got you orange roses.'

Huh?

'Um, I don't know, she probably felt bad for me?'

'They were orange, Rose, are you hiding something from me?', he asked in a gentle tone.

I turned around, putting my hands on his shoulders.

'I know they were orange, but why would I lie to you?'

Liar.

Who knew you could lie straight through your teeth, Rose?

Technically Jada and I didn't kiss or anything, so it's not like I cheated on him.

Except for the fact that she touched you and you loved it.

Wait, Jungkook and I aren't even dating, why's he so bothered by the colour of the roses?

A bell rang, signalling that the show would start in two minutes.
The dancers scurried around, trying to get to their entry wings. Jungkook's wing was on the other side.

He let go of me, starting to walk away.

'They stand for desire and passion. Yellow roses signify friendship and red roses signify love, while orange, is in between the two colours. I'm sure we have a lot to talk about, baby.'

Friendship... Love... Desire..?

He wore a small smile, probably forced, before he turned his back and walked to the other side of the stage.

He looks scary.

Getting the chills, I stood in my spot, as the music began and people zoomed passed me, onto the stage.

Is that true?

Does Jada know that? Or did the florist run out of other rose colours?