Jungkook's POV:
When Jimin finished, he allowed his seductive aura to fall away and then faced Jungkook with that playful smile on his face once again. Jungkook found himself letting out a sigh of relief, releasing tension he wasn't aware that he had been holding until that moment.
“Do you want to try?” Jimin asked.
Jungkook nodded as he moved to the center and Jimin took his place against the mirrored wall to watch him.
“With my choreography or...?” Jungkook asked.
“Yes, with your choreography,” Jimin answered.
Once Jungkook was ready, Jimin started the music and Jungkook started going through the moves of his routine, trying to implement everything Jimin had shown him. But it was easier said than done.
Jungkook tried to imagine his girlfriend but all he could feel was the penetration of Jimin's observant gaze through his skin. His movements were sharp and, unlike before, a little messy. His face burned in embarrassment when he saw his arms move through the air wildly in the mirror.
Jimin waved his hands. “Stop,” he said as he cut the music.
Jungkook stopped. “Let me go again,” Jungkook said, determined. He had to prove to Jimin than he was much better than...that. Whatever the hell he just did.
“I will,” Jimin assured. “But what was...” Jimin demonstrated the wild arm movements Jungkook had just done. “What was that? You're punching your girlfriend in the face instead of letting her caress you.”
Even through his embarrassment, Jungkook couldn't help but to laugh at Jimin's silly comparison. He knew the other man was trying to keep practice light and not too stressful.
“Can we try something?” Jimin asked, walking forward.
It was apparently a rhetorical question because, before Jungkook could answer, Jimin was standing behind Jungkook and pushing on his shoulders to get him to kneel on the floor.
“We're going to just focus on the body roll and then kick up from the floor for now. I'm going to touch you. And just imagine that I'm your girlfriend.”
“What?” Jungkook asked, his eyes widening.
Jimin laughed and pointed at Jungkook's face. “You have cute expressions,” he murmured as if Jungkook wasn't losing a battle to a sudden onslaught of nerves.
But he must have known that Jungkook was going through something because he allowed the younger man a moment to fully digest his suggestion without moving or saying anything else. He just smiled gently at their reflections in the mirror. He even casually fixed a strand of hair that was falling haphazardly against his forehead until Jungkook finally blinked again.
“Is that okay?” Jimin finally asked when Jungkook seemed to have come back to himself a little bit.
Jungkook gave a short nod, still not quite sure what he was agreeing to but going with it.
“Okay,” Jimin said, moving behind Jungkook on his knees while Jungkook assumed his own position – a side plank with one knee curled under and resting against the floor.
“Remember,” Jimin said...His voice caused Jungkook to jerk because it wasn't until that moment that Jungkook realized just how close Jimin was to him. He was maybe an inch behind Jungkook – if that – and his hand hovered over Jungkook's shoulder. “Just think of me as your girlfriend.” His lips twitched as if he recognized how absurd that request sounded. “Ready?” he asked.
'No,' Jungkook thought. But he gave another short nod.
“Move wherever my hand touches you,” Jimin instructed for a final time.
Jungkook gave another nod and then they started.
Jimin gently placed his hand on Jungkook's shoulder and then slid it to his chest. Jungkook couldn't help but to shudder. He didn't know if it was because he was placing so much focus on the sense of touch – a focus he had never zoned in on so intensely until now – but he felt as if Jimin's palm was emitting a small flame, warming his skin through the fabric of his clothing.
“Move into my touch,” Jimin instructed, his voice low and deep where it was usually high and gentle.
Jungkook didn't allow himself to get too much into his own head. He didn't like the way his heart was pounding – and he hoped Jimin didn't notice it – but he ignored his erratic inner vessel and focused on his reflection in the mirror. Focused on the touch trailing down his body. His lover's touch.
He pushed his chest slowly into the flames, allowing himself to embrace the heat – fall into it.
The heat trailed slowly down. To his abdomen. Heat that was emitted from dainty, smooth hands. Pretty hands.
Jungkook's body reacted to the heat, rolling slowly against the touch.
Jungkook took his eyes off of his own body and raised his eyes to the reflection of Jimin's face in the mirror. The other man was looking down at Jungkook's movements, his hand still slowly making its way down. Jungkook wished he hadn't looked up. It was an entrancing sight, Jimin looking at him with lidded eyes while his hand moved along his body.
Jimin's hand slid to Jungkook's thigh, causing an involuntary tremor to spasm the younger man's leg.
A pulled in a soft breath before quickly following through the rest of that particular dance movement, forgetting about the count and looking sensual. All he wanted at that moment was to get out of this moment.
He turned to meet a confused Jimin's eyes after he sat up onto his knees. He was sure the other man was wondering why he rushed through his last movements.
“I got it,” Jungkook said quickly hoping Jimin wouldn't ask them to go through that again. “I'll just practice on my own now and then send you another video.”
Jimin blinked, still confused, but he didn't fight Jungkook to the younger man's great relief. “Okay,” Jimin said.
A notification sound suddenly dinged through the room. Jimin pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and smiled at whatever was on the screen. “I hope you're not too eager to get started with your practice,” he said.
“Why?” Jungkook asked.
Jimin held out his phone to show Jungkook the screen. An image of Namjoon wearing shades and a mask had been posted onto the rapper's timeline. Jungkook recognized one of the recording rooms of BigHit. And the text under the picture read, “Time to get to work.”
Jungkook's mouth fell open. “He's here?” he asked, his eyes wide.
Jimin giggled and stood up. “Let's go.”
Jungkook stood up as well, his feet mindlessly following along behind Jimin towards the door but his mind was racing. “Where? To meet him?” he asked, his voice raised an octave due to nerves. “I'm not ready. He's working. What if he gets mad?”
Jimin giggled again, continuing to lead Jungkook out of the door. “Don't worry,” he said. “He won't get mad. Besides, I promised I'd introduce you two, didn't I?”
A whine that Jungkook wasn't even ashamed of left his pouted lips as he trailed behind Jimin in nervous anticipation.
Jimin's POV:
Jimin felt like a proud parent introducing his favorite child to the neighbors.
At certain points during the introduction of Jungkook to Namjoon, Jimin had to consciously keep himself from squealing about how cute the younger man was. His face had bloomed red and he kept pressing his lips together to swallow deeply, causing his little cheeks to puff out. And the fact that he also kept moving into Jimin's space as if he was lowkey trying to hide behind him also made Jimin want to squirm under his own growing adoration for the younger.
“I've heard about you,” Namjoon was saying to the younger. Namjoon was taller than both of them and had his hair dyed blonde. His face was pulled into a pleasantly inquisitive mask, his deep voice welcoming. “I heard you can do everything well. Even rap.”
Jungkook blushed a deeper shade of red and shook his head. “No,” he said. “Nowhere near as good as you.”
Namjoon smiled, seeming to be taken by the younger man as well. “Well, I'd like to hear it sometime.”
Jungkook stepped a bit further behind Jimin and grabbed his arm. Jimin laughed and tried to keep the fondness and happiness from the younger coming to him for comfort pushed down somewhere in his chest and not allow it to spill out onto his facial features. He didn't know he had already lost that battle. “You mind if we keep you company for a bit?” Jimin asked, deciding to help Jungkook out by focusing Namjoon back onto his work.
“No!” Namjoon said. “I don't mind at all!”
Jimin and Jungkook took seats in wheeled desk chairs as Namjoon turned around and began to fiddle with a lot of dials and buttons that Jimin didn't know anything about. He moved a bit closer to Jungkook, who was staring at Namjoon in wide-eyed awe. “I'm still your favorite, though, right?”
A grin fell across Jungkook's face and he playfully shoved Jimin away.
The rest of the session went well with Jungkook gradually coming out of his shell and even falling into a conversation with Namjoon about arranging music and lyrics.
“Yoongi's better than I am at music production,” Namjoon was saying. “He's coming here in about ten minutes. You should meet him as well.”
“Yoongi's coming?” Jimin asked.
Namjoon turned to Jimin and nodded. “Yeah.” Remembrance shot across his face. “Oh, that's right. You're working with him on your new album, right?”
Jimin nodded.
“How's that coming?”
Jimin and Namjoon started talking about the ins and outs of his album with a fascinated Jungkook looking on and then, sure enough, Min Yoongi walked into the room.
“Is this a party?” he asked, his voice slightly raspy. Jimin would bet he probably woke up from a mid-day nap.
Jimin introduced Jungkook to Yoongi and was surprised when Yoongi addressed the younger man next. “Ahh~! You're Jungkook. Hang back after this. I need to talk to you.”
The younger man turned a questioning look to Jimin who just shrugged.
Jimin hung around for a while longer until he realized he should be using his day off to grab a half a day of sleep because he definitely needed it. But before he left he had to stake a claim.
He stood up and slid his arms around a seated Jungkook from behind, letting his hands rest on his chest. “Just remember, everyone,” Namjoon and Yoongi turned to him. “Jungkook is my dongsaeng. You two are going to have to get your own.”
Both men looked at him with bewildered eyes and curled lips of disdain. Jimin ignored them and placed a kiss on top of Jungkook's head. “Bye, Jungkookie.”
“Bye, hyung,” Jungkook said with a smile.
When he left the room, Namjoon and Yoongi scoffed.
“What a weirdo,” Yoongi muttered.
Jungkook didn't agree with Yoongi's sentiments, a small smile on his face.
Jungkook's POV:
Jungkook surprisingly got a week off.
Once he and Yoongi got the studio to themselves, Yoongi had put him in the booth and had him sing a few songs – sometimes with instruction from the producer and sometimes without. Jungkook didn't know what it had all been about but he assumed he had left a positive impression since Yoongi's last words were: “Very good, kid. I see why the company has big plans for you.”
They were words that made Jungkook both excited and nervous. Because he was glad to know that the company did, in fact, have something planned for him. He just wished he knew what those plans were.
His manager had then contacted him the following day telling him he had the week off because his next few weeks were going to be grueling in preparation for something big.
So now Jungkook sat in front of the television screen in his home in Busan, trying not to obsess over what “big plans” and “something big” meant.
He forced himself to focus back in on the present. He and his parents were watching a rerun of Hello Counselor, a show where guests expressed their concerns about someone they knew. The current segment featured a mother who was worried about her son who liked to wear makeup and dance girl group dances. She was afraid he would get bullied because of it.
“Aiyoo~” his mother sighed from beside him on the couch. “Why would you wear makeup when you're a man? The world is changing too quickly.” She tsked.
Jungkook stared at the man on the screen. He was also curious about it. The young man was wearing bold red lipstick, foundation, and full eye makeup. He looked pretty, but he wondered why any man would put themselves on display like that. Why anyone would highlight their differences for all the world to see.
His thoughts suddenly moved to Jimin and how the older man also usually wore a bit of makeup, but he quickly rationalized that that was different. Jimin was in entertainment. It was part of the business, having to make sure you looked good at all times. He would probably start having to wear a bit of makeup if he ever debuted as well. The man on television was just going through daily life. It was weird.
“Do you think he's gay?” his mother continued. “Young people today are starting to adopt what the foreigners do.”
Jungkook's father cleared his throat. “It's ridiculous. The good thing is he's still young. I'm sure when he gets older and meets a nice girl, he'll stop following that trend soon enough.”
“I just wish young people were more strong-minded.” Jungkook's mom patted his hand. “I'm glad we never had any trouble with you. You're the perfect son.”
Jungkook smiled at his mom.
* * *
Later that night, when Seon Woo texted him that she was off of work, he went to meet her at her house. She lived with her father who was a police officer. Her mother, who had been divorced from her father for over two years now, stayed in Seoul. She and Seon Woo didn't have the greatest relationship.
Jungkook walked through the front door when he arrived as Seon Woo had instructed him to do.
He had expected Seon Woo to bound over and maul him at the door when he walked in, but he was greeted by no one and the lights were out. It looked like no one was home, but he knew that couldn't be true because Seon Woo had told him to meet her here. “Hello?” he called, shutting the door behind him softly.
'She's probably going to try to jump out and scare me,' he thought as he moved slowly through the house.
He knew the place well enough as he had been over there quite a few times. The house wasn't big at all, but it was cozy. The open layout of the house had the living room connected to the kitchen and one bedroom was set off to the right once you entered the house and the other was down along the short hallway, cut off from the kitchen by a wall partition. A bathroom lay in between them.
The door at the end of the hallway led to Seon Woo's father's room, so he headed for the first bedroom.
“Knock knock~” he warned when he got there, preparing to slide the door open. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for a jump scare and then opened the entrance and realized...
Nothing could have prepared him for this.
Seon Woo sat on the side of her bed with her legs crossed, dressed only in lace underwear, matching lace stockings, and Jimin's signed red tie. Her dark hair hung in soft waves around her shoulders and her bangs brushed her eyelashes, enhancing the sultry look in her eyes. The shiny, bright tie laid against her smooth, pale skin. Nestled gently between her bare breasts. Breasts that weren't very big at all but big enough.
Jungkook gulped.
“Welcome home,” she purred.
* * *
The tie was a nice touch.
Jungkook held onto it as he thrust between his girlfriend's legs. There was something thrilling about having a remnant of Park Jimin in the sheets with them. Jungkook wondered what the older man would say if he knew.
It was just a fleeting wondering. A debaucherous and sinful wondering that Jungkook knew he would never truly expose to the man. Just a thought that flitted through his mind in the throes of passion and made his pleasure that much more intense.
It was no big deal, really. Jungkook would dismiss it for now and pray about it later.
Jungkook watched through hooded lids the way that Seon Woo's breasts bounced around Jimin's fancy handwriting. He clutched the tie harder and closed his eyes, slowing down the pace.
Seon Woo followed him, allowing the slight reprieve. She moaned and took her lip between her teeth as Jungkook began to slowly roll his hips, making sure he brushed against her clitoris with each thrust.
Jungkook knew he was a good lover; he was a quick learner after all.
When the pleasure became too much, Seon Woo wrapped her arms and legs around Jungkook and took control from him, her moans growing steadily louder. Jungkook wrapped the tie around his hand and pulled it to the side, holding onto it for dear life, as he began to succumb to the tight walls of pleasure surrounding him.
A lot of images played behind Jungkook's eyes as he began to reach his climactic peak. Images he wouldn't dwell on. He quickly stilled Seon Woo's hips by pressing her into the bed and drove them both to climax.
They were both panting by the time Jungkook rolled to the side, releasing the tie he had gifted Seon Woo for her birthday. White marks were imprinted in his hand where he had held on too tightly.
“Wow,” Seon Woo breathed. “I guess a little time apart isn't a bad thing.”
Jungkook smiled and turned over onto his side, stroking Seon Woo's hair away from her face. Seon Woo mimicked his position so that they were facing each other on the bed. “I guess not,” Jungkook agreed.
He gently trailed his finger down Seon Woo's face. He really had missed her. He was glad to be back in the everyday comfort and normalcy of her presence. He allowed his finger to trail down her neck to the tie still hanging there. He smoothed it between his index finger and thumb. His hand brushed against Seon Woo's nipple as he went, causing her to shudder.
She smiled. “I take it that you liked your surprise.”
“I did,” Jungkook said. “You've definitely given me memories to hold onto whenever I go back and get lonely.” He pouted.
Seon Woo chuckled and put her hand against his lips, pushing his pout back in. “Don't do that. You're gonna make me sad. I want to be happy while you're here. Don't want to think about you leaving again.”
She snuggled into his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Let's talk about our future again,” she prompted.
“Okay,” Jungkook agreed.
“You're going to debut in the next year...” She started.
Jungkook nodded in the darkness of the room. Even though they couldn't be assured of that fact, anything was possible in the fantasy they created. “Then I'm going to have a successful career for at least five years and make a lot of money.”
Seon Woo giggled, her breath brushing Jungkook's chest. “I'll spend that time working on getting my business degree then start working on opening my own restaurant chain under the leadership of Seokjin sunbaenim.”
Jungkook chuckled at the formal way she mentioned their friend. He reminded himself to go visit him before he left. “I'll be around 26 when I decide that I'm going to take a break from music. I'll vacation with you for a year...” Seon Woo squeezed him and squealed in excitement. “And then I'll do my military duty.” Seon Woo whined, holding him closer.
“I'm going to have to spend such a long time away from you,” she said, sadness in her voice.
“I know.” Jungkook stroked his hand up and down her back. “But we'll get through it. Keep going.”
Seon Woo blew out a small breath and continued. “My business will be pretty successful by the time you get out of the military. So I'll be ready to focus on family and pushing out at least three kids for you.”
“Three?!” Jungkook asked, shocked. “I thought we decided on one.”
“...Two.” Seon Woo bargained.
“One and a half.”
Seon Woo laughed and hit Jungkook's chest. “Don't joke about that. We could really end up having a disfigured kid.”
“That's okay!” Jungkook protested. “I wouldn't love him any less.”
Seon Woo laughed. “You're the sweetest.” Then she paused. “Wait... 'him'? Do you want a boy?”
Jungkook shrugged. “I didn't really think about it. I'd be okay with whatever. A girl would be cute.”
“You would spoil a girl.”
“I would,” Jungkook agreed.
“We would get married while I'm still fat with our first baby. Because we couldn't wait anymore to start our family,” Seon Woo said.
“Oof. My mom wouldn't be happy.”
“Neither would my dad,” Seon Woo laughed. “But what they say wouldn't matter because you're my number one.”
Jungkook smiled, feeling warm with that statement. “You're my number one too,” he promised.
They lay quiet after that, wrapped around each other. Both happy with their thoughts of the future. Both ignoring the fear in the back of their minds that none of it would ever happen.
* * *
Jimin's POV:
The floor seemed to disappear from beneath Jimin's feet.
This wasn't how things were supposed to happen. This wasn't how he had planned for his comeback, his future to go.
“What?” He asked for a repeat of what the CEO had just said to him even though he had heard him clearly.
“You're going to come back as a duo. I'll leave it up to you and your partner what you decide to call yourselves.”
Jimin stared at his boss behind the desk, speaking as if he wasn't cruelly shattering all of his dreams. This was supposed to be his comeback. His album. His performances. He had put so much work and planning into making this completely his. Something he and his fans could be proud of. This was finally the year where he was going to step out of playing the puppet and doing only what was dictated to him but become an artist in his own right.
“I don't want to,” he said. “Why should I? I've been successful on my own until now.”
“You have,” CEO Bang said. “But I and a few others here feel like you can go even higher. Your name could be known worldwide, not just in Korea.”
Jimin pinched his lips together tightly to keep from yelling at his boss and doing something he might regret. The CEO didn't understand. He didn't care about worldwide success. What he cared about was his individuality. Which was being stripped away from him. Again.
“How would pairing up with some amateur help me?” Jimin asked. “It sounds like this is only beneficial to him. He'll be reaping all of my benefits after hardly doing any of the work. Who is this clown anyway?”
“You know him,” CEO Bang said. “In fact, you're friends with him. It was your camaraderie with him that helped to finalize me making my decision.” The CEO typed a few things into the computer on his desk and then turned the screen to face Jimin...
Whose stomach dropped to his shoes.
The Twitter timeline full of Jungkook and Jimin stared him in the face.
“Jeon Jungkook. Your self-proclaimed dongsaeng,” the CEO continued. “The trainers have been sending me videos of you two working together and we all think you both complement each other too well to not capitalize on this. Lee Minki said you two harmonize perfectly. And I have to agree after that video he sent me.”
Jimin closed his eyes, cursing to himself, as he remembered Lee Minki recording video during his and Jungkook's voice lesson.
“I even heard you brought him to set with you, introduced him to your contacts, and helped him get a modeling gig. Trainers have even seen you helping him with dance. I'm surprised you're not more accepting to the idea. It's like you started branding yourselves as a duo before we could even pitch the concept.”
Jimin ran his hand through his hair in frustration. So this was his fault. Him and his stupid inability to resist cute things.
“Yoongi agrees too,” the CEO continued.
Jimin's head shot up.
“He worked with him in the studio a couple of days ago and he says his voice is perfect for what was missing on your album-”
Jimin stood up, interrupting the CEO with his action. He felt betrayed. By everyone. Even himself. “No,” he said. “I'm not doing it. Either call it off or I quit.”
“We can't stop it,” CEO Bang said, his voice still too uncaring of Jimin's plight. “The press has been notified that you will be coming back as a duo. There are articles about it. We'll keep your duo partner secret to help drum up anticipation, but I think a lot of fans will be able to guess. And I think they'll be happy when they see that they're right.”
Jimin wasn't going to back down. He bit his tongue before speaking again. “Stop the news. Or I will quit,” he said again.
“You can't break your contract,” the CEO stated, maddeningly calm. “Not without a lot of legal action that is too much trouble than I think you're willing to go through just to keep being stubborn.”
Jimin wanted to scream and even stamp his feet like a child, but he knew that would get him nowhere. He was trapped in a contract and a company that apparently cared little about him as a person. “Whatever,” he said. And he was ashamed that that was all he could say in the face of a decision so detrimental to his career being made on his behalf. He stormed out of the room, feeling nothing but pathetic.
* * *
Jungkook's POV:
When he got back, Jungkook immediately noticed the change to his schedule. First of all, it was packed. Second of all, where he originally had only had general voice lessons and dance lessons scheduled, he now had one-on-one sessions scheduled with producers such as Min Yoongi and Namjoon. And his dance lessons were doubled, going well into the night.
His eyes widened and his heart pounded, knowing that this had something to do with the “big plans” Yoongi had mentioned before.
He took a picture of his printed out schedule and sent it in a message to Jimin. Underneath the message he wrote, “I think they forgot to schedule in time for me to breathe.”
He sent the message, proud of his wittiness and then pocketed his phone.
He tried not to feel hurt about the past few messages that were already sent to his hyung that had gone unanswered. He figured the other man was probably just busy. His comeback was getting closer and closer to approaching.
It was during his first session with Yoongi that Jungkook found out what was going on.
“Hey,” he greeted the older man.
“Hey,” Yoongi responded.
They were in the same studio they had been in when he met Namjoon. Yoongi was standing at the arranging board, everything all set up and ready to go. “Do you know what's going on?” Yoongi asked.
Jungkook shook his head.
“I figured,” Yoongi continued. “The communication around this place is horrible. Well...” He stepped forward and held his hand out for Jungkook to shake. “Congratulations. You're debuting, kid.”
Jungkook's eyes widened. “What? When?” He tried to keep his heart from leaping into his throat as he hesitantly took Yoongi's hand because he really had no idea what was going on. It was a strange feeling. He had been wanting this so much but now that it was happening – he was excited, yes, but he also felt overwhelmed. Everything was happening so quickly.
“In about two months. With Jimin.”
Jungkook blinked. “What?” he asked again.
“You and he are going to debut as a duo,” Yoongi said again patiently. “Have you seen nothing about this on social media at all?”
Jungkook shook his head. He hadn't really been on social media any during his visit home.
His mind was reeling. Debuting with Park Jimin? In about two months? It felt like he was living in a dream. That all of this was too good to be true. Not only was he debuting like he wanted, but he was going to be with one of his best friends – his only best friend in Seoul. The feelings broiling inside him finally became less muddled and just became one thing. Happy. He was happy.
What he wasn't aware of was that Jimin didn't feel the same.
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