His Mind-blowing Dance

"What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined to strengthen each other, to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories."

– George Eliot

I took him towards a wooden door just down the hallway. I turned around to look at his confused expression. I opened the door and gestured him to enter which he hesitantly did. I saw him gawking at the room. It was kind of my dance practice room. It's comparatively small but enough to dance freely. As you've expected they were mirrored at one side just like in all dance rooms. It was one of the designs of my father, him knowing my passion for dance when I was young he included this room in our house plan.

"Wow!" Jimin turned around to look at the mirror. "I didn't know there was a place like this in this house. It's beautiful".

I shrugged "It's dusty. Wait a moment."

I took a broom and started sweeping the floor to make it smooth again. With the help of Jimin, I wiped the dust off the mirrors in a matter of seconds. We stood back and admired the clear and shining mirror, staring at our reflection shimmering 10 times more. He smiled looking at me through the mirror.

"Who liked to dance in this house?" he asked waiting for the answer.

"Nobody," I said blankly and walked over to the speaker to connect my phone and play the song.

I turned to him who was standing in the middle of the room watching me.

"That's my song," he commented.

"I know. I've heard that you are a great dancer. I doubt that." I folded my hands over my chest giving him a calculated challenging look.

"I am." he slightly puffed out his chest.

"Prove it" I stared at him.

He chuckled "You can just ask to show my dance. No, you and your indirect way of asking things". He then took off his coat and shoes, placing them in a corner. He then walked towards me with a smirk playing over his lips before stopping right in front of me.

"Prepare to be mesmerized," he whispered and walked past me.

I went and sat in the very middle of the mirrored wall, leaning on it.

He played the song from the start and stood at the very middle, eyes fixed on the mirror.

As his body flowed with the melody beautifully, I could only watch and admire his perfect yet elegant moves. It almost felt like he was living through the music, hitting every single beat, and expressing the emotions with his moves. My breath was taken away from me by him. I've never seen someone dance like this. Passion was burning through his nerves, I could say. I was in a daze watching him.

At one point in the dance, he lifted his shirt and smirked in my direction. I just raised my eyebrows to which he chuckled. I won't lie; he definitely has good abs, what he was widely famous for, among his fans. Cliche!

I sat there admiring him though I put on a blank expression.

The song ended as he tiredly sat down on the floor, panting hard. I'm afraid I can't even give him water being a ghost.

"It's been a while I danced." he panted in between as I saw his sweat dripping down his forehead and neck. Hard dancer, hmm. "It feels good. Thank you!".

"You are good," I said and got up to get my phone.

"Really? No fantastic or wonderful or great? Just good?" he asked with disappointment.

I shrugged and turned away.

"What about my abs, mhm?" his voice was close to me.

I turned around and faced him. My guess was correct, he was only a feet from me. "What about it?" I raised my eyebrow like before.

"Did you like it?" he smirked leaning a bit closer.

Okay, time to wipe off that smirk off his pathetic face "Wait a sec".

I unlocked my phone and searched for a photo of a specific person. He is a famous Bollywood star...well just search for Tiger Shroff, you'll get it.

Finally, I got a good pic of him. "Here, this is what's called abs". I shoved the phone on his face.

His eyes widened looking at the pic.

"What's this?! Did he implant rocks into his body?" he shoved my phone back to me which I gladly caught with a smirk.

"What you have buddy is not even near to that" I pointed at the pic again biting back my laughter admiring his expression. "Next time think before you speak nonsense".

"Yah! Everyone adores my ab-" he was cut off from his reasoning.

"Cross me out of that 'everyone', dude" I threw a smirk again. He is so not going anywhere.

He didn't have anything to say as he just sulked. I love shutting him up. Yay!!!

"Sis?" the door opened wide to reveal Diya in her pink pajamas.

"What?" I asked blankly.

"Wow! It's been a while I've seen you in here. Were you dancing? Can I watch? I kinda miss your impressive dance!" she asked squealing a little.

This little pink midget! She blew my cover. Sure enough, Jimin was looking at me with wide eyes, pointing a finger at me. I think he caught the word dance and me together.

"No" I flatly said and turned around to switch off the power supply but Jimin swiftly walked towards me and blocked my way with his hands. He was eyeing me with a questioning look. I moved aside to be blocked again. I was growing frustrated but I couldn't do anything as Diya was standing in the doorway. I once again tried but he wrapped his arms around my waist and turned me around to face Diya. He pressed me into his chest as I felt his toned body against my form. He placed his head on my right shoulder as his cold breath hit my bare neck.

"Tell her to go and sleep. I need to have a word with the dancer here" he whispered against my ear, his breath slightly tickling me. An unknown shiver went down my spine.

I can't do anything to him yet, so I asked her to go to bed with my blank face and cold tone. She got it that I need time alone and she shouldn't disturb me. She left silently with a pout, closing the door behind her.

Even after she was gone, Jimin's grip on me didn't come loose. I was starting to get very irritated. I squirmed in his grip but he only tightened, we were actually pressed into each other. Something inside me was starting to burn and I knew that was not good. It never was good. My breath started to get uneven and I was burning with...range.

"So, you can dance, hm?" he asked in his seductive tone.

My breathing has become very shallow now. My fists were clenching and I knew the nails were digging into my skin and blood has started to drip from it. I was struggling to control myself from striking at him.

"Jimin, leave me" I mumbled.

"No, not until you answer me" he shook his head.

"Just get your hands off" I gritted my teeth. This time he noticed my change in tone.

"M-Mia..." he whispered.

"You asked for it" I gritted out.

I lost it.

Pulling my hand from under his grip I swiftly turned around and slammed him against the floor. From the corner of my eyes, I saw his terrified expression. He became pale and started getting up. I beat him to it and grabbed his T-shirt and dragged him up, faces only inches away. I looked straight into his horror-filled eyes as he stumbled a little to stand up.

"I hate people touching me" I hissed and yanked him to the floor where he fell with a thud on his butt with widened eyes.

There was complete silence as I panted hard staring at him.

Finally calming down a little I came to realize what I had done. Jimin was still laying on the floor looking up at me with an unreadable expression. I backed away taking slow steps backward and finally hit my back on the wall. I leaned on it and slid down to slump on the floor. I dragged my knees into my chest as my trembling hands wrapped around. I was expecting it but it's been a while since everything happened and I'm terrified that I almost became a monster.

I heard someone walking towards me and sat down in front of me.

"Mia, you alright?"

I raised my head and saw a concerned Jimin sitting in front of me with a gentle expression. I hurt him but he is still nice to me. Why are you nice to me, Park Jimin? I have never done anything good for you still you are always following me around. I couldn't look at him after what I had done right now.

"I'm sorry" I whispered looking away.

"Mia, look at me" he whispered softly but I couldn't bring myself to, recalling his horrified expression minutes before. His hand brushed my cheeks to which I flinched followed by his flinch too. He really was scared of me, guilt started to eat me alive. He then very gently cupped my cheek and smiled sweetly at me. I looked into his eyes which were very warm and welcoming. This time we were so close to each other that I could see that he had grey lenses in his eyes. I was lost in it as he caressed my cheek staring into my soul. I couldn't look away it had captured me so hard so deep.

"It's not your fault." he smiled now caressing my hair "I shouldn't have touched you like that. I'm the one to be sorry, it's completely my fault."

"No" I shook my head "I hurt you...I shouldn't hav-"

"Shh" he playfully smiled "You can't hurt me. I'm a ghost, remember? I didn't feel a thing".

It's true, I remember the time when I fell on top of him, he got up like nothing. I swear, a normal person might have broken a couple of bones, but he was perfectly fine. One of the ghost characters.

"It's late." I snapped back hearing his voice, "You should sleep".

I nodded. He got up and extended a hand to me to take. I looked at his small hand to his smiling face. I hesitantly laid my hand on his soft and so small hand. Our hands were just perfect, almost like it was crafted exclusively for each other.

He pulled me up without faltering his smile a little bit, he was literally beaming like a sun in the middle of the night. A small smile tugged on my lips too.

Suddenly a frown pulled over his features as he took both of my hands and turned it around. His eyes widened again as he looked at me.

What I guessed was true, my nails had left bloody marks on my palms.

"Mia," he whined, "all this time you were saying I'm hurt when in reality you're the one hurt".

I smiled sheepishly at him as he shook his head.

"C'mon, tell me where is the first aid kit?"

With that, he dragged me out of the room and treated my minor wounds like I broke a bone. I shooed him off multiple times saying that I can do it on my own but he kept scolding me to stay still and let him do the work. I gave up at last and let him do whatever he wants.

I'm glad he didn't ask why I got so violent, if he did I didn't know what I'd do. It's something I want to forget so badly in my dark past. I know, everyone has a dark past. And how hard they try to hide it, it'll always come out one way or the other. That's like a rule, and no one can break it! It will only be a matter of time before it's revealed.