Park Jimin doesn't fuck good girls.
He made that clear when he humiliated you when you were sixteen. Since then, you've sworn to get revenge on Park Jimin one day.
Now, you're both in college. You're no longer a good girl and Park Jimin just walke...
A/N: Huge trigger warning on this chapter. This chapter includes a scene where date rape is the main subject. It is not committed by any of the members. It is not romanticized or condoned by the story or myself. Please do not read if this could be triggering for you and please proceed with caution. As always, feel free to message me if you have specific questions.
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The song began again. Instead of incorporating ballet moves, you used a traditional ballet piece, the one that had played when you snapped your Achilles. Even if you and Jimin had an undefinable relationship, he was right that taking back that moment that nearly took away your dancing dreams would give you a personal edge. Dances--just like any other artform--tell a story. And, this was a universal one for dancers. One that every dancer held in the back of their mind when they stepped on stage.
You had the routine worked out, mixing in the ballet positions and the occasional move you could work in without too much trouble. Sometimes you would feel your tendon shake, wanting to give, but then you would switch positions. With only two weeks left until the audition, you didn't have much time to perfect it, wanting the moves to feel like second nature by then.
The song ended and you heard yourself breathing over the music. The song started again, but your body didn't. You walked over to pause the song just as you heard the door of the studio squeak open.
Turning, you saw Jimin enter, cradling Jackson in his arms. Your face lit up and you approached Jimin, your hands immediately landing in the kitten's soft fur. Jackson still wore the cone around his neck, but you noticed it was different, softer, and less cumbersome.
"They replaced his stitches and gave him a soft cone. We have to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't slip out of it again." Jimin handed you the kitten, taking his backpack off and pulling out two bottles of water. Opening the first one, he handed it to you.
"Wow, you're like my fairy godmother," you said, laughing. You took a quick drink before setting it on the bench along the wall.
"Or your boyfriend."
"Sure, whatever," you said, wondering if Jimin would behave if you took off your shirt to cool off. The worst that would happen would be a flirty comment or two, so you slipped the thin fabric over your head. Jimin didn't bat an eye, surprising you.
"Can I see your piece?" he asked, a playful smirk taking over his features.
"You know that's against the rules since you're on the panel. You can only help me with specific questions."
Jimin smiled and came up behind you, resting his chin against your sweaty shoulder. "Then, got any questions for me, babe?"
You laughed an pushed his head off your shoulder, your fingers threading in his hair for just a moment. "Ew, get off me creep." You gave him a smirk back and turned to face him. "Why don't you show me your audition piece?"
