Sweat dripped down my forehead as he gently guided my body into a dip. His hair fell messily on his head, yet still perfect. He grinned at me with a glint of mischievousness in his eyes. I smiled back, as the song slowly ended our bodies were touch...
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The photo above is the picture of how Jimin will look in this fanfic. Of course I will be changing his clothes I am only using this photo for his hair color (lol) Any ways. . . . Onto the story!
The music majestically guided my body, swinging my hips and moving my arms. Sliding into the next part of the dance I guided my hands over myself and went into a kneeling position, staring at the floor. The music ended and I smiled to myself as I breathed heavily and sweat fell onto the wooden floor.
"Well wasn't that just awesome!" I looked up and a man in his mid twenties stood there grinning.
"Hey Matt," I smiled as I got up. The man is 5'10, he has brown wavey hair that reached the tip of his ears, and hazel nut eyes.
"Guess what I brought you Y/N?" Matt said hiding something behind his back.
"Hmmm. . . Lemme guess, you brought me. . . A bagel?" He looked at me in disgust, "A bagel? Of course not who has time to eat healthy?" He smirked and shoved the bag into my hand, "Here, its a Big Mac,"
I laughed at him as I grabbed the bag from him. I walked to my belongings which I had at the corner of the dance studio. I grabbed a water bottle and chugged it all down.
I sat down next to my stuff and laid against the wall. Matt walked towards me and leaned onto the wall. "So, Y/N, do you have all the choreography down? Are you ready for that competition" He asked.
I grabbed the fries from the bag and began to munch on them.
"Well, I think I'm almost done I just need to tweak a little things here and there." I replied eating another fry.
The door to the studio opened and a man also in his early twenties walked in. He had pale skin, and sandy brown hair.
"Uh, excuse me?" He asked nervously. He wore a black mask covering his mouth and nose.
"We booked this room for 9 'o' clock. . . So. . ." He gestured towards the door.
Me being an idiot I just stared at him confused.
Matt, understanding what he meant he pushed himself off the wall and stole my fries and McDonald bag. Snapping out of my trance I glared at Matt, "Hey, Matt! I was eating that!" I got up and grabbed my food back.
Matt laughed at me and shook his head, "Y/N he needs us to get out," A few other men in mask walked into the studio and began to unpack their things.
Realizing that I didn't get the mans message and just stupidly stared at him, I turned red in embarrassment, "oh, um yeah,"
