I entered the gym quietly. Jimin was practicing on his own while waiting for me. I smiled in awe at him. He's so fluid, completely eats up the rhythm. My knowledge on it is still limited, but from what I can tell- Park Jimin was born to dance. He's graceful and emotional. He reads blank any other time of day, but when he is lost in them music he is raw. In this moment, Jimin is vulnerable.

"I never really got to see you dance last year. I remember asking you about it, but the conversation went nowhere. I think you're incredible though" I said.

He jumped, seeing as I must've startled him. I felt bad for smiling about it, but be looked so cute. I know I shouldn't think so, but Jimin really is pretty.

"I'm really not..." he trailed off.

It wasn't the kind of trailing off where he wanted me to continue. It was awkward, like he wishes I wouldn't speak a word. I guess that's only fair. I forcefully talk to him so much. And knowing now that he'd only agreed go help me because Taemin asked him to watch out for me makes me feel like crap.

"You are though..." I praised further.

He ran his hand through his hair before reaching to pick up his water bottle. His top was baggy, but I don't recall Jimin having ever worn anything fitted, besides his uniform. I guess it's simply more comfortable to dance in oversized lounge clothing.

"Um, let's just get to practicing" he ignored what I'd said last entirely.

I sighed as he began to play the song. I've heard it over and over the last week now, I'm simply tired of it. The routines become boring too and I haven't even mastered it yet.

"Jimin, you really love to dance, dont you?" I suddenly questioned him.

He paused the song immediately.

"Yeah, I do"

I frowned a bit.

Dance is his safe place. His only escape from me. Why am I trying to take it away? Because I was asked to audition? I'm not even passionate about this. I know nothing about it. Jimin doesn't even want to be here helping me right now, so why did I think it'd be okay for me to intrude on both of his happy places. His friend group and his club.

And here I was, being offered an opportunity into a club where I actually felt like I could simply be myself. Jungkook. Not Taehyung's toy. Not the villain in Park Jimin's story. Just Jeon Jungkook, photography club member.

I wanted to join the dance team because I thought maybe I wouldn't feel so lonely and left out. I carelessly thought it'd be another reason to see Jimin. Yet, I never thought that maybe I should stop being so selfish. I couldn't help myself. I saw opportunity and opportunity again and I was stoked.

I can't keep forcing myself onto him. Seeing him dance. Seeing him like that- it's like seeing the Jimin I first met all over again. The one that wanted friends. The one who showed up to school in old clothing. The one I called Pork Chubmin and hurt over and over.

Jungkook, please, let him have this one thing. Let him have it and join photography club. You both will be happier this way.

"Would you have even helped me if Taemin hadn't asked you to keep an eye on me?" I suddenly asked another question.

This much, this much I need to know.

Jimin stared at me a moment. The look on his face was enough for me to come to my conclusion.

Just we spoke of that day I forced him to let me take the bus home alongside him, we can never be friends. We coexist in the same friend group. That is all.

"I'm sorry, nevermind. I should go, My mom wanted me home early today..." I'm an idiot.

"Ah, I'm sorry I wasted your time"

"No, it's- it's ok. I should go too actually..." he cleared his throat and headed to gather his belongings.

I'd left on my own, but as I found myself waiting for the bus, Jimin wound up beside me. We didn't utter a single word to each other. Not even a good bye.

When the bus arrived, I took a window seat. Jimin sat beside me willingly. I didn't want to read into it, but there were plenty of other spots he could've taken.