I know it didn't come out recently but can we appreciate Monsta X's song, Beautiful? The melody, the choreography, the VISUALS.
STOP SLEEPING ON THEM.
Ok sorry but they deserve more. Carry on.
**Jimin's POV**
After hanging up the phone, there was only one person who I wanted to tell first. The only person I could fully explode all my happiness onto and he wouldn't mind in the slightest. I knew it was the right decision to call him and ask if we could meet up. He agreed immediately and we set a place.
I felt bad for not telling mom first since she was the one to record me but... all my doubts left my mind when my handsome boyfriend approached the swing I sat in. "So what's this exciting news you've got to tell me?" He giggles, seated in the swing on my right.
"I-" It was as if I was too happy to tell him, my face could not let go of it's grin. "So much has happened Jungkook, from Madam Jae to BigHit I- I'm just so happy."
He matches my excitement, fingers intertwined with mine. "Well, then just take your time I guess-"
"I got a letter from Madam Jae! She apologized for her behavior and talked with our principal! I'm going to have an internship with her!!!" He chuckles when I stand up, too excited that she finally recognized my talents. "That's not even the best part J, my mom filmed me on stage and the video got so many views-"
"Wait a second, are you saying that if I ever hypothetically missed you, I could just search you up on YouTube?" I nod grinning. "Then whenever I'm in my room, alone, what should I look up?" I gulp, a blush creeps up at what he was insinuating.
"U-h, um Jimin and Hoseok... Boy Meets Evil... I think..." He leans over, pecking my cheek before whispering in my ear.
"I'll definitely look it up."
"Jungkook! I'm not done with my news! Stop flirting!" He laughs again, his body now focused on swinging.
"Continue then, beautiful."
"I-I also got a call. It might be because of the video, I don't know but... someone from BigHit Entertainment called me saying that he wanted me as a trainee." Jungkook stops abruptly, almost falling off.
"Jimin that's..."
"I know."
His smile grows, his figure walking towards me. "Jimin that's fucking amazing!"
"I know!" He lifts me up off the swing and twirls me around, yelling something about him dating an idol. "But listen, I want to ask if I can bring in more people with me... that way, I wouldn't dance alone." He stops cheering like a maniac and stops spinning.
"S-So, you were probably gonna ask Hobi right? He is the best dancer..."
"...Among others."
"-and maybe Tae too cause I know he doesn't talk about it but he really is a good singer although he would never admit it."
"I guess I could ask him..." It was funny to see him all flustered like this but I didn't know why he wasn't talking about himself?
"And you know Hobi's friend? Yoongi? I don't really like him but he is talented in rapping like his other friend Namjoon-"
"Jungkook don't you think it would be kinda weird if I asked my old teachers to be part of a group with me?" He looks down, embarrassed but continues his ramble.
"I mean, I know they are older than us but they've always had this dream and- well Hoseok is-was- my teacher but he still loves to dance-"
"Jungkook."
"What? I just, don't want you to be alone. I want you to have friends in your group."
"I could always ask Youngjae." His shy demeanor changes to an angry one.
"Not. Him." I couldn't stop the giggle that escaped my mouth.
"Why not? We're friends."
"No. You're too close."
"What? That's B.S."
"Not him Jimin."
"Fine. You." This appeared to have cut him off guard, his cheeks heating up.
"Me?"
I smile as sincerely as I could, pinching both his cheeks. "You. My tall, handsome boyfriend who has always been there for me. I want you to be a part of my group." His jaw drops, mouth gaping like a fish. "Hoseok has told me that you guys danced together and you are really good. It kind of bothers me that you never told me or showed me but-" This time, he cuts off my rambling with a kiss. One that I immediately sink in to, my fingers finding their way to his hair while his sink into my sides.
"Thank you."
"For what?" He is too cute sometimes.
"For... being you. I would love to be a trainee with you Jimin, so much."
His raven hair falls to just above his eyes, his bunny teeth peaking out in between his lips. "Now that doesn't mean we will actually debut-" He cuts me off again with a kiss. "Even if we do, we might not be famous-" Kiss. "There's long hours-" Another kiss. "And you might grow tired of me-"
"That's ridiculous." He pouts. "I could never grow tired of you Jimin. I love you." Chaste kisses placed all over my face, lingering more on my cheeks and lips.
"Never?"
"Never."
It was nerve wrecking to walk into the building the next morning. Personal documents in hand, nervous lip biting apparent. "How can I help you?" Her name tag said Chloe on it, the mike semi covered her face.
I took a deep breath, swallowing my fears before answering. "M-My name is Park Jimin and I'm here for an appointment with um... Sejin?" He didn't give a last name...
Her face lights up nonetheless, smiling and nodding. "Of course! He's on the fifth floor, third door on the left." I nod, heading to the elevator. What if he changes his mind? What if he makes me train alone? I couldn't... what if he doesn't like me and I don't train at all? The elevator ding brings me back to my thoughts, the doors opening to a wide hallway, bright lights giving a comforting feel. Third door on the left...
The quiet knock was suspicious at best, there's no way he heard- "Come in." It turns out, when I'm nervous, my hands are incapable of performing everyday tasks like twisting a door knob but I managed nonetheless. "Jimin! How nice to finally see you in person. Have a seat."
The office was spacious, a giant window behind his desk, sunlight peeking through the blinds to illuminate the couches and coffee table laid out in front. Records and awards decorated the walls as well as posters with signatures from famous groups looking down at me. Very intimidating.
He clasps his hands together and sits in the couch across from me. "Let's get started shall we? Oh I hope you don't mind we sit here instead of at my desk, I hate that thing." His tone seemed to lighten my mood, a laugh escaping my lips.
"How come? It is your desk."
He shakes his head, pulling out a packet of papers and a pen from the mini drawer. "It's so formal, I prefer to be more cozy." He takes a look at the papers I brought, finding a paper clip to bind them together. "So. First things first, we get these papers out of the way, then we set up a schedule for you so you can start training immediately-"
"Uh, I'm sorry but... I have a question." With the packet in front of me, it made this process more frightening. "I-I know I'm in no position to ask, but I was wondering if I could bring more people with me... to train."
His professional look shifts towards a more puzzled one, his eyebrow raised. "We were really only looking for one person... how many people were you thinking?"
"Um..." Let's see... "5 more?"
His eyes almost pop out of their sockets. "Jimin I-"
"I know that's a lot to ask for but I don't think I can sign this without confirmation of their contracts here too."
He pauses, eyebrows scrunched together in deep thought. "Hmm." He gathers the papers on the coffee table, walking over to his glass desk. Oh shit, did I mess up? I did, didn't I? He won't give me or them a contract! I was so stupid for rejecting his offer- "I'll think about it."
Listen, I love Jimin with my heart and soul but Hoseok is the best dancer in BTS. He deserves credit where credit is due and I'd appreciate it if people online were less biased about it and they would accept it. No I am not saying the others don't have talent, we all know everyone else is perfectly amazing. For some reason, some people think that if you praise one person, the other is insulted. Nope. That's not how it works.
Anyways, I'm sorry about that. Btw, this book is ending real quick. Can you feel it? I feel sad but I've postponed it for TOO LONG. Sorry Lovelies.
R.I.P. this book