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“But I’ll look stupid!” You complained to Jimin, flopping down on your couch. He had suggested going clubbing, which you were fine with–except you didn’t know how to dance in a club setting. Even that might not have been such a problem, had Jimin not been the amazing dancer that he was. Next to him, you were sure you would look ridiculous.
“No, you won’t.” Jimin said, taking your hand and trying to pull you off the couch. “You’re good at dancing!”
“How about you teach me?” You suggested. At least if you were bad at it, you could prove your point to Jimin before you got to a club in front of other people.
“Deal.” Jimin grinned at you as you stood from the couch. “First lesson of the day: How to grind.”
You laughed, thinking he was joking at first. But then he pulled out his phone and began playing “Grind with me” by Pretty Ricky. “Really Jimin?” You snorted. Jimin just shrugged, stepping behind you and placing his hands on your hips.
“See?” He said in your ear. “You just move your hips in circles. It’s easy, right?”
You nodded, it admittedly wasn’t as difficult as you had imagined. As the song went on, you got more comfortable. “It’s kind of fun actually.” You said, looking over your shoulder to smile at Jimin.
Jimin just cleared his throat, letting go of your hips abruptly and turning off the music. “Very good, I think you’ve got grinding down.” He had his back to you, but you could see how red his ears were.
“Was I that bad?” You asked, thinking that perhaps it was secondhand embarrassment.
“Nope, opposite.” Jimin was still looking intently at his phone, avoiding eye contact. “You’re too good at it.”
Realization dawned on you, and you giggled. “Jimin, are you…?”
“In need of a cold shower?” Jimin laughed slightly. “Yes.”