Jungkook's POV
Life is strange.
When Jungkook was a child, he would go to the beach and watch the sea. The ebb and flow of the tide and how quickly it would change. Pulling in and out gently one hour then, with the coming of storm clouds, rushing, churning, and a wild burst of angry crashes as the sea pushed onto the beach. No longer gentle and calm but demanding and taking. It was scary and fascinating at the same time. Jungkook couldn't help but to think about the ocean as his days and months at BigHit progressed.
Life was moving quickly.
He was caught on waves that were crashing and demanding, but right now, he was riding them. Surfing smoothly atop them as if he was born to be there. He didn't pay attention to the small nagging feeling in his gut that was afraid of falling beneath the waves, destroyed by the very tides that had - to this point - carried him so far.
He was on a steady upswing.
Instructors at BigHit would use him as a teaching assistant. Or as someone to show the others a demonstration of how they wanted things to be done. He continued to execute dances perfectly, usually the first one learning them. It was as if the expectations that others had soon grown for him was feeding his drive, demanding that he live up to them. And he didn't disappoint. Because he couldn't.
He felt the chasm widening between himself and the other trainees. Both at a growth level and on a personal one. No one talked to him. They were either intimidated by him, jealous, or thought he was stuck-up. Or a kiss-ass. One or the other. He didn't really have time to pay attention to what they were saying. He was too busy moving forward. He couldn't let the words catch up to him. Or the loneliness. He couldn't take his eyes off of the coming waves.
The chasm only continued to grow when he booked his first professional modeling gig with no help from the company. The CEO was surprised when he got a call asking for Jungkook to be the model for a famous clothing brand. Only four months in - a trainee at that - and he was getting offers? When news spread, Jungkook couldn't help but to hear the whispers this time. People expressed curiosity about who his parents were, whether he was a rich heir who bought his way into the company. He even heard some claiming he had slept with a wealthy wife to get sponsored. He hated it. He hated the whispers and the stares. Stares filled with anger and resentment. It had gotten to the point where he avoided looking into other people's eyes.
It was okay, though. He didn't need any of them. He had Park Jimin.
Jungkook was glad that they had exchanged phone numbers. The training, the being away from home, the loneliness...it was stressful. He was grateful to have someone to talk to.
They had been sharing messages back and forth everyday since they each had been added to the other's contact list. Jungkook had been pleasantly surprised when he had woken up the day after their meal with a message from Jimin telling him to be safe on his travels to his hometown. Jungkook had replied with two images. One of his train ticket with the departure time - 11 p.m. - printed on it and one with him holding his alarm clock up next to his bedhead...an alarm clock that read 12 p.m. 'I missed my train,' he had texted back. A row of laughing emojis was the response from the older man before Jungkook had been encouraged to get up and get ready to catch the next train.
The text conversation started there and just never seemed to end. When he got to Busan, he let Jimin know he arrived safely. Then Jimin wanted pictures of the Busan sea. And when he got back and sank back into the grind of practice and trainee life, Jungkook started to send Jimin short video clips of himself dancing so that he could get pointers. After his YouTube history became full of Park Jimin videos, Jungkook quickly realized that the man was a great dancer. Better than him. Different. More fluid, yet hitting every beat. Jungkook was now a fan. He wondered how he had never paid much attention before. Because, he had to admit, there was definitely something about Park Jimin that drew a person in.
Jimin couldn't always reply to his texts immediately and Jungkook understood that. The older man was busy in preparations for his upcoming comeback album, after all. And with promotions for his two successful, recently released, singles. But the star always got back to him eventually, and that somehow made Jungkook feel more special than any of the praise and accolades he continued to get as a popular trainee on the rise.
Jungkook wrote a message under the dance video he was planning to send the man today. 'My manager told me I'm going to have an evaluation this Friday. I'm nervous. Do you think this dance cover is good enough to show?' He hit send and then picked up his bag from the corner of the room and headed to the bus station so that he could head back to the small studio apartment the company provided for him and his manager while he stayed in Seoul. His manager usually simply stopped by to check on him from time to time instead of staying there because he was busy managing other trainees as well and because he had family who he stayed with in Seoul and he would much rather spend time with them rather than a stranger who barely spoke two words to him other than to nod and say "Cool" every time he was told his plans for the day. The manager never said that of course, but Jungkook was aware of the fact that he wasn't the most entertaining person to hang around.
Life as a trainee was strange and nothing like Jungkook imagined it would be. Of course he knew it would be hard but he hadn't known it would be this...tedious. He was told nothing. He knew he was impressing people - he had been told that from many of the instructors and through the envious whispers of others - but he didn't know what that meant. Apparently trainees were only on a need-to-know basis and the higher-ups felt as if there wasn't much that they needed to know...just their dance lesson and voice lesson schedules. Jungkook didn't know whether he was going to debut, when he was going to debut, or if he was being looked at to debut as a solo or within a group. There were whispers of a five-member boy group being formed but Jungkook had heard nothing about whether he was a candidate for that particular group or not.
Jungkook entered his small one-room apartment after a 20-minute bus ride and immediately collapsed down onto the bedding he had set up against the wall. A small mini-fridge rested against the opposite wall and a hot plate and sink jutting out from the wall completed the rest of the "kitchen". A small room off to the side comprised of a toilet and sink with a mirror above it acted as the bathroom. A small bucket had to work as Jungkook's shower. He boiled water on his hot plate every night and then filled the bucket, letting it cool to a warm temperature, before using it to bathe. A drain built into the floor of the bathroom allowed him to douse himself completely with the water in the bucket after he finished wiping himself down. It was a slightly tedious process, but Jungkook couldn't complain. At least he had somewhere to stay. The company didn't have enough money to give every trainee a nice place to stay when their home was too far away. Most trainees had family to stay with - like the manager - but Jungkook didn't have that privilege. All of his immediate family were countryside folk, and they preferred to stay that way.
Jungkook looked around the room, trying to decide how he would spend a couple of hours before he decided to go to sleep. A small bookshelf neatly packed with books and manga sat at the end of his bed and his laptop lay closed on his pillow. Read? Or watch more videos of Park Jimin?
Jungkook reached toward his laptop and opened it, making his decision. A smile broke across his face when he saw a suggested clip of Park Jimin on one of his favorite variety shows. He had already watched this clip before in the past couple of weeks, but he clicked on it to watch it again. It was hilarious. It featured the MCs of the program forcing Jimin to rap, and he was hilariously bad at it. As he watched, Jungkook began to fantasize about one day being on a variety show with Jimin. It seemed like it would be fun.
A text message notification sounded from his phone and Jungkook hurriedly grabbed it, wondering if it was a reply from Jimin. But it wasn't. It was his girlfriend. He smiled when he opened it and saw an image of her wearing the signed tie he had gifted her for her birthday. Underneath the image it read, 'I'm never taking this off.'
She had received her gift a week ago and had showed her gratitude by professing her love to Jeon Jungkook very loudly in the middle of a restaurant while a lot of confused bystanders trying to enjoy a peaceful lunch looked on and the friends she had been eating with had laughed in amusement at her or ducked their heads in embarrassment and shame (two emotions a person got very acquainted with when they involved themselves with Seon Woo). Jungkook had been witness to the incident through the attachment of the video his friend, Seokjin - a manager at the restaurant, had sent him along with the message of, 'Come collect your girlfriend.'
Jungkook paused the video he was watching and dialed his girlfriend, deciding the next couple of hours would be better spent talking to her. She thanked him again for the gift, telling him she slept with it every night, and then she asked him when he would be coming to Busan again. He hadn't gotten the chance to see her for more than an hour the last time he had gone down to visit because his parents and brother had whisked him away to spend time with his aunt and cousin at the beach. So he owed her time.
"I'll try to find time this weekend," Jungkook said.
"Good," Seon Woo giggled. Her voice lowered seductively. "Because I want to thank you properly for the gift."
Jungkook blushed, knowing what she was insinuating. He felt a twinge of arousal in his lower stomach. It had been months since he had come to Seoul to be a trainee, so it had been months since he had been able to be intimate with his girlfriend. That realization hadn't really hit him as hard as it did now. He licked his lips. "Okay," he said. "Then...I'll definitely find time this weekend."
Seon Woo laughed. "I can't wait."
Jungkook was very happy in his relationship with Seon Woo. He was comfortable in it. They had a dynamic that worked. Seon Woo was confident, boisterous, and straightforward. She initiated everything. From their first date to their first kiss to their first time. And Jungkook loved that about her. It took stress away from him. He didn't have to wonder when it came to Seon Woo. She was very direct and took the lead in many situations. And she didn't mind when he just sat quietly whenever they conversed because she loved to talk, so his lack of words didn't bother her.
And that was evident now as Jungkook listened to her prattle on over the phone, jumping from one subject to another. The things she told him made him nostalgic for Busan. His family, his friends, and acquaintances. He laid down on his bed and listened to her talk for a while more before he received another notification from his phone. He held the phone away from his ear for a moment and saw a text flash at the top of his screen before disappearing - but not before he saw that the message was from Jimin.
Excited, he smiled and put the phone back to his ear. "Seon Woo-ah," he interrupted.
"Yeah?" she asked back.
"I just got a message from a friend. Is it okay if I call you back?"
Seon Woo sighed. "Sure," she relented. "But make sure you let me know when you're coming to visit."
"I will."
"Okay. Bye, cutie."
"Bye."
Jungkook hung up and checked the message he received. It read: 'It looks good but sharpen the kick before the turn, make the muscle contractions harder - your body should almost vibrate as you pop. Work on your expression; it looks like you're trying to remember choreography at some parts instead of just enjoying the performance. And have you thought about showing off those abs you have when you get to the body roll? The instructors would love it. Haha. Just kidding. But not really. But only do what you're comfortable with.'
Jungkook smiled at the long text full of helpful critiques. He hurriedly texted back. 'Thanks, Hyung. I hope I'm not bothering you.'
A reply came soon after. 'My favorite dongsaeng could never bother me.'
A smile blossomed across Jungkook's face. And another text from Park Jimin soon followed the one he had just sent. It read: 'I have the day off tomorrow. I can come see you at the studio if you want and help you with your dance.'
Jungkook's smile grew wider. They hadn't had a chance to physically hang out again since that first time that they had done so. Jungkook had been looking forward to when it would occur again. 'I would like that, Hyung,' he quickly typed out. 'Thank you.' He hit send.
Jimin's POV
"Who are you talking to, Jiminie? Ryu Won-hyung?"
Jimin put his phone away, the ghost of a smile still on his lips as he finished his conversation with Jungkook. "No," he said. "Just a cute trainee that recently got signed to BigHit."
"Cute trainee?" Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "I thought you and Ryu Won were exclusive."
Jimin rolled his eyes amicably at his best friend, Kim Taehyung. They were currently sitting in the VIP section of a club - a section sequestered off by glass walls and by being on the upper level overlooking the dance floor. Bright lights flashed wildly throughout the club, matching the hectic beat of the dance music blaring through the speakers. Music that was somewhat muted in the VIP area. Jimin and Taehyung's table was filled with snacks and empty glasses of already-downed drinks. They had come with other friends and a couple of members of their staff but somehow they had wound up being the only two left in the VIP area as the rest had wandered off to either dance or hook up. Or it may have had something to do with Taehyung shushing everyone and screaming for everyone to "get the fuck out!" when he was trying to talk on the phone to his niece but that had happened almost an hour ago and Jimin had forgotten.
"It's not like that," Jimin said to Taehyung. "He's my dongsaeng. I'm going to be helping him with his dancing tomorrow since both my boyfriend and my best friend are abandoning me on the one day I have off this week."
Taehyung pouted, his face framed becomingly with large-rimmed, fashionable glasses. The rest of him was adorned in Gucci from head to toe. A large, thin jacket hung from his shoulders to his ankles, and a t-shirt peeked from underneath tucked into black pants that fell to right above his ankles...hovering above a pair of black shoes that Jimin was sure cost more than most people's entire wardrobe. Not that Jimin could blame him. He was a fan of fashion himself. Maybe that's why he was attracted to models.
"We can't help that we have to travel to Italy to work. We weren't expecting it either," Taehyung responded to Jimin's accusation.
Jimin responded to that with a pout of his own. He was going to miss his boyfriend. As he had promised himself those few weeks ago, he had made time for Ryu Won whenever he could and he was glad he did. He didn't know whether it was because they couldn't see each other that often or because they were both so stressed from work lately but whatever it was...whenever they could meet up, the sex had been great.
As if he could deduce where Jimin's thoughts had wandered off to, Taehyung asked, "So things have been good between you and Ryu Won?"
"More than good," Jimin said, remembering the passionate hands and feverish kisses the last time they had met up. A smile holding back barely-concealed secrets covered his face at the thoughts.
Taehyung chuckled. "Okay," he said. "I'm not going to ask about why you're smiling like that. I'm sure I don't want to know." His eyes drifted out to the dance floor as Jimin leaned forward to take another sip of alcohol. But Jimin took the glass from his lips in curiosity when Taehyung let out a low whistle.
"What?" Jimin asked with a raised eyebrow.
Instead of answering Jimin, Taehyung lifted a hand towards someone on the floor below and soon after, a server came up to the VIP lounge - beckoned by Taehyung. The server was dressed in the black vest and slacks and long-sleeved white shirt separating the employees of the establishment from everyone else. "See that girl?" Taehyung asked the server once he had bowed in greeting and asked how he could help. The server turned to see where Taehyung was pointing. Jimin stood up and craned his neck as well, curious as to who had caught his friend's attention. It was no use though. He couldn't single out anyone from the mass of bodies surging below. The server seemed to have better luck though because he nodded.
"Yes, sir," the server replied as Jimin sat back down.
"Put her drinks on my tab. And all of her friends' too. Then bring her up here."
When the server left, ready to act out his instructions, Jimin turned to his friend with a smile. "See someone you like?"
"That's an understatement," Taehyung replied back with a smile.
It was only about ten minutes before the server arrived again with a girl in tow. Jimin's eyebrows hitched in slight surprise when he saw who had captured Taehyung's interest. It was an African American with shiny, tight, black curls that reached her shoulders. She wore a sleeveless halter top and long, leather pants that showed off her slim waist and legs while also accentuating her curves. Of which she had plenty of in the chest area, making her waist appear that much more slim. The swell of her hips wasn't too bad either. Wide eyes and full lips completed the picture of a very pretty girl and her dark skin looked smooth and healthy under the effervescent lights. After studying her, Jimin could see why she had caught Taehyung's eye. He was still surprised though. Taehyung had never been interested in foreigners before as far as he knew.
The girl looked between Jimin and Taehyung with a hesitant but happy smile on her lips. "Are you the one who bought me the drinks?" she asked Taehyung. In English.
Jimin's eyebrows rose in amusement and he smiled as he sat back in his seat before turning to look at his friend, eager to watch this take place. This was always why trying to pick up a foreigner was either hit or miss. First, you had to see if there was a language barrier. Then if there wasn't a language barrier, you had to discern how long they were in Korea for...whether they were just visiting for a couple of weeks, months, or whether they lived there. Then once you determined why they were in Korea, you had to deal with all the cultural differences. One of Jimin's first flings once he had started to accept that he was gay had been a British man he met in a club in Itaewon. Things had been...difficult. And then when they finally were able to get on the same page that yeah...they were both physically interested in each other, the sex had been...not great. So the whole experience had been more trouble than it was worth. And Jimin had sworn off pursuing foreigners ever since then. One bad experience was enough. But he was looking forward to watching his friend struggle through this conversation.
"Yeah," Taehyung said, understanding what she had said well enough since the question had been fairly simple. He knew some English from all of his travels. But he didn't know much. "Do you speak Korean?" he asked hopefully in careful English.
The woman shook her head and Jimin saw the hopeless expression dawn on Taehyung's face. Jimin held back a laugh, covering his smile with his hand.
The woman then went on to explain about how she was in Korea for a couple of months to visit in-laws, but she was speaking quickly and a lot of the English she spoke went over Jimin's head and he could see that it was the same for Taehyung. He cleared his throat and motioned to Taehyung that he was about to go to the bathroom. Because his amusement was turning into anxiety on behalf of his friend. He mouthed 'good luck' and then made his exit from the room.
Jimin ended up assuming that they had reached some sort of understanding because Taehyung texted him about fifteen minutes later asking him not to come back.
Jungkook's POV:
'Have you reached the studio yet?' Jungkook read the text from Jimin and smiled. He hadn't realized just how lonely he was until he felt the rush of excitement of meeting up with a friend.
'Not yet. Almost there,' Jungkook texted back as the bus he was on turned onto the street where BigHit's dance studio was located. He received a reply almost immediately.
'Good. Use the front entrance. I'll meet you there.'
Jungkook stepped off of the bus at the bus stop, which was a few feet away from the BigHit building. He then took his usual route around the building in order to go in through the slightly more concealed entrance at the front of the building because he had noticed the usual small gathering of excited fangirls who sometimes camped out in front of the building in hopes of getting a glimpse of Park Jimin. He assumed the more conspicuous entrance was the one Jimin had been referencing.
But as he walked up the path, he felt someone's arm slip around his shoulders and smoothly usher them past the smaller door and towards the main entrance.
“Let's see if we can make you trend.”
Jungkook immediately recognized Jimin's honeyed voice, but he didn't quite understand the man's statement until they were taking the path that led to the main entrance. In perfect view of the many fans standing outside with their smartphones poised to get as many pictures and videos as they could if someone happened to pass by.
Which Jimin and Jungkook were currently doing.
Screams rent the air and phones went up as Jimin strode down the path with Jungkook tucked comfortably beneath his arm. Well, as comfortably as he could be with his slight height advantage on Jimin.
Jimin was dressed fashionably. Black leather jacket over white t-shirt tucked into black jeans. Large sunglasses covered his eyes.
Jungkook was glad that he had put care into his appearance as well. He didn't have on brand names like his richer friend, but he wore a fitted t-shirt that showed off his muscles and a stylish pair of black sweat pants. His dark hair was pushed off of his forehead, making him look a little more mature.
He gaped in surprise at Jimin who was flashing a winning smile at the cameras while they continued to casually stroll towards the doors of the building.
Jungkook knew then what Jimin's statement had meant. The older man was putting him in the public eye if only for a moment. Giving him recognition. Allowing him to siphon some of the star's own popularity for himself.
Jungkook fought a blush that threatened to rise up on his face. A blush of embarrassment because of the sudden attention he hadn't been expecting and a blush of gratefulness. Once again, Jimin was doing something on his behalf. He wondered if it was standard courtesy for senior artists to be nice to their juniors like this.
Camera phones clicked and girls squealed until they made it inside the safety of the entertainment building. Jungkook expected Jimin to release him once they were inside and away from the cameras, but the other man continued his embrace. And Jungkook didn't pull away.
* * *
“One. Two. Three. Four.”
Jimin softly counted out the beats for Jungkook as he went through the steps of the dance routine he had been practicing without music. A soft smile pulled at the edges of Jimin's lips as he watched the younger man. Jungkook tried not to look at his face, though. Because whenever his glance caught that soft expression on the other's face, it made him feel strange. Shy and abashed. He couldn't be shy while performing.
The lights of the dance studio weren't turned all the way up so dim shadows played across the room, allowing the men to forget that it was actually well into morning outside and not the evening facade that played inside the room.
Jimin was seated on the floor of the dance studio – the sunglasses he had walked in with now off of his face and resting beside him where he had discarded them, leaning against the mirrored wall while Jungkook danced in the middle of the room.
“Okay,” Jimin said. His voice floated through the silence of the room, stopping the younger.
Jungkook clasped his hands in front of himself, waiting nervously for feedback. When silence stretched from seconds into minutes, Jungkook worried whether his routine was worse than he thought. He knew it wasn't perfect yet, but he had at least been somewhat confident that it didn't suck. Now, not so much.
“Okay,” Jimin said again, seeming to have come up with the words he wanted to say. He stood up. “The dance is good.”
'But,' Jungkook thought.
“But...”
Jungkook pulled his lips in and rubbed them together in worried anticipation.
“It's too sharp.”
Jungkook glanced at Jimin questioningly. He had been expecting any critique but that one. He knew his dancing was sharp; he had spent a lot of time making sure it was sharp. Powerful. Each move hard and concise like the movements of a sword in the hand of a skilled swordsman.
“I think what would make your dance a little better is...sensuality,” Jimin continued.
“...Sensuality...” Jungkook repeated as if he didn't quite understand the word. And maybe he didn't. Because he didn't do sensual. He found it awkward. Cringy even.
“Yeah,” Jimin said, coming to stand beside Jungkook so that he was facing the mirror as well. “Right now, the feeling of your dance is kind of...intimidating. Which can be sexy in its own right, but I don't think that's what you need right now. You need to invite people in. Make the people watching you want you.”
Jungkook blushed.
Jimin must have noticed his expression in the mirror because a small smirk lifted his lips. “I know it sounds weird,” he reassured. “But watch this.”
Jimin began executing the ending sequence of Jungkook's routine. But...
Jungkook held his breath.
It didn't look like his routine at all. It looked completely different when outfitted on the other man's body. He moved as if in water – invisible currents guiding, pushing, pulling his muscled limbs. The sharpness Jungkook was so proud of was still there but only at certain points. Intervals. An exclamation point for a well-worded sentence.
Jungkook found his eyes traveling down the reflection of Jimin's body. A sudden wish caught him by surprise. The wish that he could see Jimin's skin – sinewy muscles rippling beneath the tan of the other man. He wanted to see the way his abs contracted underneath his shirt, the way his thigh muscles bulged when he crouched to the ground for a particular move.
He furrowed his brow and shook his head, releasing those thoughts. They were weird.
But he attributed it to his ever-continuous willingness to learn and better himself. He wanted to make his body move just like Jimin's. And in order to do that, he was wanting to see his body. To study it.
Yep. That's it. That's all it was.
When Jimin finished and stood up, his breathing was slightly heavier. He turned to Jungkook and Jungkook avoided his eyes. “Yeah?” Jimin asked. “What do you think?”
Jungkook nodded, words escaping him for a moment. “Yeah,” he finally said. “Yeah, I like it. How do I do that?”
Jimin chuckled and reached out to tickle underneath Jungkook's chin. “Let's take a break; then I'll tell you.”
* * *
Jimin's POV
Sitting Indian style on the floor of the practice room, Jimin checked social media on his phone while Jungkook ate a packed lunch beside him.
A smile bloomed across his face when he saw what he was expecting to see.
“Look,” he said, inching closer to Jungkook until they were shoulder to shoulder so that the younger man could peer at his phone screen comfortably. “You made trending.”
Jungkook looked at the screen with cheeks full of food and when he saw what Jimin was showing him, his eyes bulged.
The Twitter timeline was full of images of Jungkook and Jimin, some still images, some GIFs, and some videos.
All were accompanied by Twitter users' commentary.
“Park Jimin taking the new trainee under his wing.”
“They're both so gorgeous! The trainee is a cutie! I can see why Jimin is taking care of him. That's the kind of face you fall in love with at first sight.”
“The trainee's name is Jeon Jungkook! Make sure you all address him as more than just 'the trainee' so BigHit can see how interested we are in him so that he can debut faster!”
“Awww! They look like besties!”
“The trainee is a cutie. I stan!”
Jimin watched a blush spread across Jungkook's cheeks and he smiled. “You already have fans,” he said happily.
Jungkook ducked his head and muttered a quiet, “Thanks, hyung,” around the food still nestled in his cheeks. Jimin watched him swallow it down and avoid his eyes while sporting a small smile. It made Jimin want to spoil him more.
“Come here,” he said suddenly, draping his arm around Jungkook's neck. He held his phone up and took a quick selfie. He made sure the photo looked okay – he was wearing a smile and Jungkook was wearing that same old deer-in-the-headlights look Jimin found completely adorable – and then he posted it to Twitter with the caption “My dongsaeng” written underneath.
He then turned off his notifications and his screen so that the initial onslaught of likes and comments wouldn't disturb them from the rest of their practice.
“Do you have a Twitter?” Jimin asked.
Jungkook shook his head. “We aren't allowed.”
Jimin's mouth fell open. “Really?!” he asked. “Wow. Things have changed since I was a trainee.” He was silent for a moment and then a thought came to him. “Well...how would they know if you made an account though? You could use a different name.”
Jungkook tilted his head as if thinking and then a small smile lifted his lips. “You're a bad influence,” he said, peering at Jimin from the sides of his eyes.
Jimin smiled as if he was proud of that fact. “Just stick with me.” He patted Jungkook's shoulder. “I'll teach you how to get around all of the rules.”
Jungkook chuckled and began to gather up his empty lunch tray, done eating.
“So are you going to make one?” Jimin asked, taking the trash from Jungkook once he was done getting it together and taking it to the trash can in the corner. “I wouldn't be able to follow you because that would kind of give you away, but you could follow me. And you could check out what everybody's saying about you without them knowing it's you.”
“I don't know if I want to know what everyone's saying about me,” Jungkook replied.
“Fine,” Jimin said, coming back to kneel before Jungkook. “Then get a Twitter just to follow me then. I post selcas all the time.”
A soft smile came across Jungkook's face and Jimin decided it was his second favorite expression on the younger man. The smile made it seem as if he was holding an amusing secret to himself and he couldn't let himself share it fully because it was all his.
“I'll think about it,” Jungkook ended up saying before getting to his feet again.
Jimin followed him with a sigh. “Stop playing hard to get,” he whined. He was happy to hear Jungkook's laugh in response to his comment. And he quickly decided that that was his favorite expression. When the younger man's amusement was no longer a secret and it was displayed to the world through a wide smile and crinkled eyes.
* * *
Jungkook's POV:
The dance lesson continued. And Jungkook soon realized that full sensuality was not something he was comfortable exploring yet.
“I'm going to use Taemin sunbae-nim's song as an example,” Jimin was saying as he stood in the middle of the room and Jungkook watched. “I want you to move as if you're being touched by your lover. Like your lover's hand is guiding you.”
Jungkook blushed.
“I don't know if you have experience, but you should be able to imagine it even if you haven't gone all the way yet,” Jimin continued.
Jungkook's blush increased. “I've gone all the way!” he blurted out. And then he wanted to sink into the floor in embarrassment.
He could tell Jimin had to fight to keep a laugh down. “Okay. This should be easy then,” Jimin said, his lips still twitching. “Start the music.”
Jungkook held up the cell phone Jimin had handed him earlier and started Taemin's song, Move, on Spotify. Music immediately came from the speakers which had been paired to the phone through use of Bluetooth.
“Now just imagine a lover touching me,” Jimin said. “Every brush of my lover's hand puts a tingle on my skin and causes me to move.”
Taemin's sultry voice came out of the speakers and filled the room. And the change in Jimin was immediate. His playful gaze was soon shrouded by a look Jungkook could only label as desire. His eyes became hooded, his lips parted, and he slowly began to move. First his arm...
The way he slowly folded his arm out and then languidly extended his fingers made it easy for Jungkook to imagine a woman brushing her fingers down his arm, causing him to move.
Then his shoulders...
He rolled them back slowly. Again, as if guided by those invisible hands. Jungkook could imagine the same woman as before guiding his shoulders back with her hands as she leaned against him.
Jungkook marveled.
It was like he was watching a couple dance except there was only one dancer.
Then his hips. Pulled outward as if by invisible hands, and he let the rest of his body follow, giving his lover control.
Jungkook shifted on his feet as he felt a suspicious stirring in his lower region.
This was more than a dance. It was a seduction.
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