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I swore I wasn't stupid. I swore. At least I did until now. Now I wasn't so sure. I was breaking out in a cold sweat, my hands shaking. How many times had they told me to stop skating in the halls? A hundred times? Probably more? I should have listened. Instead I sped by lockers, my feet plunging down to propel me forward. And now I was on my knees, terrified to look behind me. Because I just knocked over a teacher and watched as if in slow motion, as she fell face first into the ground. Shit. There was no way out of this.
“Are you okay?! I'm so sorry!” I immediately tried to help her up, but she just glared at me, sitting up herself. She opened her mouth about to scold him, yell at him, punish him, but instead her eyes drifted to the wall behind my head. “What are you-” I turned around in curiosity and found my skateboard lodged in the school's wall. I just damaged school property. “Fuck.” I was screwed.
“How many times have you been told not to skate in the halls?!”
"I'm sorr-"
"Sorry is not going to fix the hole you put in the wall!” I whined and looked down to my lap where my hands were clasped tightly. "You need to have something else to occupy your time, Jungkook. You're enrolling in dance classes today."
"What?! But I don't want to dance!"
"It's either that, or suspension. And I don't think your parents will be happy with the former option." I flinched and looked down at my lap again. My parents were going to kill me.
"Understood." I said reluctantly. It seemed my fate was already signed.
I scuffed my feet and chewed on the inside of my cheek as the teacher spoke to one of the dancers from the dance team after school. I couldn't really see him, nor could I really hear them talking, but I definitely wasn't excited to be taught like a monkey pulling off some tricks. I glanced towards them, hoping their conversation would be over soon, so I could figure out a way to sneak out of the arrangement. But when I looked up, what I saw was a pair of smoldering eyes, looking me up and down, and then we locked gazes. I froze like a bunny in headlights and my wide eyes were suddenly drawn to the long tongue that poked out to slide along the uncomfortably full lips the other possessed. I did not swallow heavily when I saw that. I swear.
“Okay, Jungkook.” I was shook out of my daze when the teacher addressed me. “I'm leaving you in the hands of Jimin. He'll be teaching you from now on. One on one. Every day. After school. Understood?” Her words were said with an aggressive undertone.
“Sure, whatever.” I tried to brush it off, playing cool. Not just because of the very hot dancer.
“Then I'm confiscating your skateboard.”
“Wait, what?!”
“What do you expect? You put a hole in the wall. You'll get it back when a parent comes to pick it up.”
“But that's so unfair!” The teacher raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay, I guess it's kind of fair...” I sullenly agreed and handed over my precious skateboard.
“Then, good luck you two!” The rest of the students filed out with her and then I was left alone with the dancer who wouldn't stop staring at me for the past few minutes.
"Jimin, right? Let's make a deal. You say I'm doing well and attending, and we part ways, and you can do whatever you want to do, and I can go back to skating."
"I don't think so skater boy. You're gonna learn how to dance." Jimin smirked while walking up to me and placed a soft hand on my hip, making me slightly uncomfortable. Actually a whole lot more than slightly. "Why? Think you can't dance?" I narrowed my eyes at the challenge in his tone of voice.
"Can't?” I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. “I can do anything." I now had a burning determination to prove Jimin wrong.
"Well then, let's warm up." Jimin walked to the center of the room and started stretching. "Do you have any background with dance?"
"Does free styling at the skate park count?" Jimin scoffed and then chuckled.
"Maybe. Can you show me something?" My heart started beating harder and my cheeks turned pale, then pink. I didn't expect I would have to show him. "You don't have to." Jimin suddenly sounded softer. I shook my head, looking down at my feet, my face turning even brighter red, and felt my heart beat. “Let's warm up and stretch then. How flexible are you?”
“Not... at all.” I replied, my lips pouting unconsciously.
“I'll get you there.” Jimin smirked and beckoned me over with a nod of my head.
“Those are big words for a tiny dancer.” I teased back with my own smile before Jimin pulled me closer by grasping my arm and I was thrown into a different world.
“Come on skater boy, let's get dancing.” Jimin took my hand, making my heart flutter annoyingly. This was a new world. A new world where Jimin was now involved. And damn, my heart was taking serious damage.
If anyone said I was a natural born dancer, I would have laughed in their face. Because, I really wasn't. I was a klutz, I didn't have control of my long limbs, and my hands wouldn't do what I wanted, they just flailed miserably. I felt like a fool trying to follow Jimin's lead to a somewhat easy routine. Or at least what should be easy.
“This is stupid.” I huffed and took a seat on the floor.
“It is not.” Jimin sounded a little offended, thinking I was talking about his choreography.
“Me trying to dance, is.” I was ready to give up.
“You aren't that bad. You're just beginning.” Jimin's tone softened.
“I look like a monkey.”
“A really really cute monkey.” My eyes widened and I looked towards Jimin.
“Did you just call me cute?” I looked up at Jimin who was blushing slightly and scratching his cheek. He shrugged and I found myself feeling shy. “Whatever.” I shrugged off the feeling of my beating heart. “I'm just not a dancer.” I flopped down onto the ground, seemingly giving up on trying at all.
“How about, since you like deals so much, we make one?”
“A deal?” I peeked one eye open, but both shot wide open when I saw how close Jimin had gotten. Jimin had sat down next to me, leaning his head over mine where I was lying down.
“Yep. You teach me how to skate and I teach you to dance. Let's see who can catch up faster.”
“So this is a challenge?” And I loves challenges. “Deal.” I smirked and got up to try again.
Fuck. This was the worst decision in hell to make. Teaching to dance, my ass. Jimin was literally groping me, this wasn't even appropriate anymore. How in the hell does this constitute as dancing? His hand was very nearly on my ass, my hip was sensitive to his touch, my cheeks were probably flaming red. He was trying to get me to move my hips, but that was an impossible feat when I was so wound up at the moment. God, he was so close to me. My heart was beating so loud. My body was so stiff and I was sweating, even if I wasn't actually doing much...
“Loosen up. Boy, you are as tight as a bow string. Relax.” My heart was causing me heart problems, luckily I noticed the clock on the wall, and I ducked out of Jimin's reach.
“Look at that. It's time for me to get home.” I rushed over to my water bottle that Jimin had gotten me and started gulping it down, choking on it when Jimin startled me by slapping a hand on my shoulder. He chuckled at my misery and I swear he was doing this all on purpose to watch my reactions.
“You are the cutest thing in the world.” He said with an adorable whining voice.
“I am not cute.” I shot back, slightly annoyed, mostly wound up, and very pouty. Suddenly Jimin brought a finger to my bottom lip and I gasped in surprise, taking a step back.
“Mmhm, sure. Where do you live, Jungkook?”
“W-why do you want to know?” I asked suspiciously, my cheeks turning red, and Jimin shrugged.
“Do you walk or does someone pick you up?”
“I walk... Why? You aren't gonna mug me or something, right?” Jimin burst out laughing at my suspicious stare.
“No, of course not!” Jimin took a second to look me in the eyes, making me fidget nervously. “Can I walk you home, Jungkook?”
“W-walk me home?” Did I blush? I couldn't tell. Jimin nodded and I found myself nodding too. Even though I wasn't sure where this was heading...
Awkward would be an understatement to how uncomfortable I was. My palms were sweating, but I kept them hidden in my jacket, so Jimin wouldn't see me wiping them on the fabric. My heart wouldn't settle down since I first laid eyes on him and right now, it was beating out of my chest. This couldn't have been a crush, right? There was no way in hell, that I, who as far as I've known, was straight my whole life, has suddenly turned gay at the appearance of a short, cute, hot, sexy, handsome, dancer. No way. But that wouldn't explain my heart problems.
“Hey, Jungkook.” My heart hammered against my ribs.
“Yea-?” Jimin swung his arm around my shoulders, pulling me down to an uncomfortable height and my arm automatically swung out to his waist, so I didn't fall.
“If I asked you out, would you say yes?” My heart skipped a beat. It took me several seconds for his question to sink in.
“Like..., a date?”
“Yeah.” His eyes twinkled darkly and his smile looked more like a smirk.
“Don't joke with me.” I laughed and pushed him away. I kept my distance, stuffing my hands back in my pocket and hiding my face by looking down, I had no clue what I looked like right now, but my face felt like it was on fire. And I had no idea how I felt. My eyes felt dry, but watery at the same time, and I felt so confused. Jimin didn't let the distance between us last though. He bumped his shoulder against mine softly and we let the rest of the walk pass by in peace.
We arrived at my house pretty quickly since I lived nearby school and I tried to get away as quick as I could.
“Here I am. Thanks.” I ran up the steps leading to my house.
“Wait!” Jimin yelled out, running up the steps after me. When he reached me, he looked shy. “I-I'll see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah, of course. Dance?”
“Right, but um... would you maybe like to eat lunch with me?”
“At school?” Jimin nodded and I was glad that I wasn't the only one who kept blushing, his cheeks were a pretty pink this time. “Uh, sure.” I agreed, not knowing what I was getting myself into.
“Cool. I'll-” Jimin cleared his throat. “See you tomorrow.” I nodded.
“See you.” And I watched him walk off with my heart beating uncontrollably in my chest. This wasn't... I couldn't have a crush on... I wasn't... I just didn't know if this was Jimin's usual self, or if he really was... flirting with me. And if he was... I would have to admit that I was gay and that I had a crush on Jimin. Because not even I could deny the blush on my cheeks or the pounding of my heart... I was totally gay.
With my new found discovery I couldn't sleep that night. I kept tossing, and turning, and thinking about the man with striking red orange hair. Thinking about Jimin and how he'd invaded my heart in less than a day.
The next morning I found myself, excited, scared, and nervous. I fiddled with my hair more than usual to make it look good before I went to school, I didn't eat breakfast, because my stomach was in knots, and I dressed in a something other than a t-shirt for once, and headed to school. When lunch came around, I glanced around to try and spot Jimin with his colorful head of hair. I was so distracted that I was startled when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around in alarm to Jimin's charming, happy smile, and then down to his low cut shirt. Showing off his sexy collarbone and some of his chest. And wow, what a chest. No other man's chest could make me feel what Jimin's chest was making me feel right now.
“Jungkook?” Jimin questioned after I spent way too long staring at his chest. What had I become? A pervert? This is the first time I've had the urge to lick someones body. I was a pervert. And I was gay as hell.
“Yeah, let's go eat.” I nodded my head towards the cafeteria, this time hopefully not turning as red as a tomato. Sadly there isn't much privacy, or romance in a cafeteria, but it would have to do.
“Actually.” I stopped with my heart jumping to my throat when Jimin grasped my wrist. “I brought food.” He smiled holding up a bag and led me outside. We sat down in the grass instead of a bench and Jimin placed the bag in front of us. He fished out a great assortment of food and my eyes widened at the sight of mouth watering delicacies. I looked up to find Jimin smiling at me, holding out a pair of chopsticks, so I could dig in. The way to a man's heart is food after all. Jimin had already successfully made it to mine.
“Here, say 'ah'” I opened my mouth automatically, and Jimin fed me like a couple would do, and I felt myself blush again. Seriously it can't be healthy to blush as much as I do around him. Just then I heard someone call out my name and before I knew it, I was surrounded by my skating buddies.
“Hey, Jungkook. Is this your boyfriend~?” One of them teased.
“Shut up!” I turned and slapped a hand over his mouth, but a different one went to introduce himself to Jimin.
“So, you're the one Jungkook's been talking about. You're right, he is hot.”
“I never said that!” I argued and Jimin smiled.
“Thank you.” He took the compliment anyway.
“Would you guys get out of here!” I shouted at them and they all scattered away.
“Sorry, we wouldn't want to interrupt your date.”
“It's not a date!” I stood up and yelled as they all retreated laughing and pushing each other around. I sat back down with a sigh, trying to fix my hair that they had messed with. “Sorry about that.” I spoke to Jimin without looking at him.
“It's okay. It's nice to be able to see your friends, you act different around them.”
“I do?” I looked up at him and he reached forward with a pleasant smile.
“I think it's cute.” And he ruffled my hair that I was trying to fix and I whined.
“I was just trying to fix my hair, I spent all morning trying to get it to look nice.” Jimin widened his eyes and then smiled.
“Was it for me?”
“Huh?”
“Did you want it to look nice for me?”
“N-No, of course n-not.” I blushed and stuttered, hiding my face by looking down at the food.
“You're such an open book, Jungkook.” I startled when I felt his fingers touch my cheek. “Problem is, I don't know if the words are written the same as mine.” He held my cheek for a couple of seconds, searching my eyes for something, before he sighed and dropped it back down. His expression confused me and made my heart squeeze in my chest. He then completely changed the subject and started asking me all sorts of questions about my life.
“So, skater boy. What do you do beside skate?”
“Well, I like to draw and play computer games.”
“What do you draw?” I laughed.
“I don't know, things?”
“I'd like to see. I draw sometimes.” I looked up to see Jimin's kind eyes. His stare always made me blush. I definitely had a huge ass crush on him. And I was hoping Jimin liked me too. Then dance came around.
Jimin was confusing me. I didn't know if he had any interest in me particularly, but his constant flirting and teasing made me want to choke him and kiss him at the same time. It was torturing me and my hormones.
“Come on, move your hips more!” He would tell me patiently, but I felt so awkward trying to do it. Especially with Jimin watching me with those eyes that seemed to undress me everywhere I went.
I almost jumped out of my skin when Jimin's very small, but very strong hands grabbed my hips with absolute precision, even with my baggy clothes. He stood behind me and I could swear Jimin dug in his fingers just to watch me squirm. Did Jimin know what he was doing to my psyche?
“W-what are you doing?”
“Getting you to move your hips.” Jimin said calmly as he pressed closer and I could definitely feel Jimin's junk pressing onto my ass. Curse Jimin for being the perfect height to do so, and curse his tight underwear to make it feel so obvious. Or maybe I was just being overly sensitive to Jimin and Jimin's dick. It was even worse when Jimin started to move his hips, making me follow along. While digging his cute little fingers into my hips. And oh, it was getting really hot in here all of a sudden. I could feel the arousal drop to my groin and I bit back a distressed sound from passing my lips. I was getting hard from feeling Jimin basically grind into my ass, while moving his hips with mine. How would I explain it if I popped a boner right now?
I shut my eyes tight, trying to think of anything that might turn me off, but like Jimin knew what I was doing, he startled me back into reality by slapping a hand onto my chest, and is Jimin really subtly trying to grind into me? Was he breathing this heavily before?
“Keep your torso straight and bend your knees.” Jimin instructed and I obediently followed orders, only after doing so did I feel Jimin's whole body against my back, one hand on my hip, the other on my chest, I was surrounded by him. And it was too much. I jumped out of his hold, taking several breaths to be able to breath properly and my face was in flames.
“O-okay. T-that's enough for now. I-I have t-t-to go to the bathroom!” And I ran out of there as fast as I could without catching a look at Jimin's face. Too intimidated by what just happened to see whatever could be on Jimin's face. He was definitely doing it on purpose. Would he laugh at me? Would he have that dangerous smirk on his face? Or would he look equally as red as I do when I saw myself in the mirror?
I went back and continued my torture, except it wasn't as bad when I returned. Jimin seemed to let up on the flirting and the teasing touches. In fact, he kept his distance and taught me patiently. I didn't want to say I was a little disappointed, but I didn't like Jimin holding himself back. How did I know he was holding back? Because his eyes still held the same intensity that made my heart beat uncontrollably and my knees weak.
“Jungkook?” I was packing my bag when Jimin came behind and called my name.
“Yeah?”
“I'll walk you home again.”
“You don't have to.” Jimin suddenly turned serious and held my chin with his fingers. I felt my heart jump in shock. “I wouldn't forgive myself if something bad happened to you.” Was I imagining Jimin leaning in? “You're my responsibility.” I looked at him and blinked owlishly, before a blush made it's way to my cheeks. I was in trouble if this made me so weak in the knees, wobbling underneath me. But Jimin just smiled and let me go. “Besides you owe me skating lessons.” He winked at me and walked away.
“Hey look, tiny dancer, you're taller than me now.” I teased Jimin back for once, who was standing on my skateboard, and he glared at me with a small smirk on his attractive lips.
“And you're so small, skater boy.” I felt my heart thump. Jimin sounded seductive and charming at the same time. But I tried to ignore it and focus on teaching him. I hesitantly let my hands fall on his waist and Jimin just smiled at me like he knew how flustered I was feeling.
“Okay, so you want to keep your balance. Bend your knees a little. Don't put your feet too far forward or too far back, keep it in the center unless your trying to do a trick.”
“Jungkook?” Jimin asked and I looked up just as Jimin's hand wound around the side of my neck. He leaned down and whispered. “Can you show me a trick?”
“Sure.” I nodded and Jimin got down to let me. I did a couple of tricks and then skated back to him. “What did you think?”
“They were cool and you were hot.” Jimin wrapped his arms around my waist and I blushed at his compliment. I continued to teach him until it started to get dark.
“We should head home.” Luckily my house was close by the school, so we arrived rather shortly, and it was sort of on the way to Jimin's. We stood outside, me on my doorstep and Jimin a step below, making him even shorter than he usually was.
“You're so small down there.” I laughed and my eyes crinkled in joy.
“Shut up, brat.” Jimin took the step up to be more equal to my height, but it also put us very close together. “So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?” Jimin was talking quietly and I could feel his breath on my face. He smelled of mint and a hint of sweat from dance, the combination pleasing to my sensitive nose. “Maybe, next time we could go out and get some food, or something? My treat.” I was afraid to look up, Jimin's heat could be felt from how close they were standing, and I was sure Jimin had room to back up, but obviously he had no concept of personal space, not that I could help the gravitational pull I felt myself.
“Yeah.” My voice came out a little strained. “Sounds nice.”
“Okay.” Jimin's voice grew quieter and I felt I had to lean in to hear him, lips centimeters from my own. “I'll see you tomorrow then.” Jimin backed away and I immediately felt the heat withdrawing from him, I didn't even look up until Jimin ruffled my hair as a goodbye and turned around.
Jimin was driving me crazy with his constant need to ask me out. The whole rest of the week Jimin and I had gone out to eat, he'd ask me to meet for coffee or breakfast before school, we spent every lunch together, and he would always be hanging on me, doing things to make me blush and stutter. He liked to watch me suffer and he hadn't made a single move past teasing the hell out of me. Honestly it was starting to get a little annoying.
I wasn't sure if I should take the initiative, or wait for Jimin to make a move. In a way, I was playing hard to get, but in another way I was egging him on to do something. His constant need to torture me by acting like he was in love with me was getting on my last nerves. And I was tempted to yell at him or push him against a wall in not a sexual way... Well, either way might have been good at this point. I mean, we were basically dating already. Spending every free moment together, even after schools for dinner, or homework. We'd even play games at each others houses. Which is where we were now on Friday night.
“Haha! Beat that!” I shouted, raising my arms in victory. Jimin tackled me down, making me lose the controller somewhere on the floor and groaned loudly into my shirt. I laughed in joy until Jimin lifted his head up with a smile.
“Hey, Jungkook.” He called so softly I barely heard it.
“Yeah?”
“Would you like to meet up this weekend?”
“And do what?” My eyes sparkled mischievously and I hoped Jimin would honestly ask me out this time. I wanted to be his boyfriend, not just a friend.
“A date.” My heart jumped to my throat. “I want to take you out on a date. As my boyfriend.” I smiled so wide I was sure I looked ridiculous, so I covered my face that was probably blushing red..., again. Jimin's arms were around me and the moment was just so perfect that I couldn't stop smiling. I took my hands away to look him in the eyes.
“Yeah. Yeah, I'd love to.” I tried not to squeal and failed as I covered my face again. “Aah, I've been waiting so long for you to actually ask me out, Jimin.” Jimin raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” I flipped us over and Jimin still held on as I leaned over him on my elbows. “So this tiny dancer is finally mine?”
“You're one to talk skater boy.” He pulled me closer until we were pressed together and I gasped with Jimin's arms tightening around my waist. I leaned down a little more and Jimin closed his eyes, waiting for, what I assumed was a kiss. I smiled and closed my eyes as well, leaning down more to give him what he wants.
“Oh, my.” I heard and my eyes shot open to find my mother standing in my doorway. I startled off of Jimin and he did too. “I'm sorry. I didn't know you two were- Please continue.” She closed the door again and my mouth dropped open. Jimin cleared his throat, but couldn't stop smiling.
“Well, um, how about we pick a restaurant?” Jimin tried to shrug it off, but I'm pretty sure my mom knew nothing about me being gay, and she just walked in on me about to kiss my boyfriend. Not like my pink and red highlights in my hair or my favorite pink shorts might have already given that away though...