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Jungkook was surprised when he saw Jimin at the ceremony before. He didn't expect him.
Damn, he didn't even seen him for ages.
Or, more specifically, since the day Jimin failed.
Jungkook was his dance teacher and during the final dance recital, Jimin fucked up.
A wrong twist and Jimin was on the floor. In front of a thousand faces. Alone.
Jungkook remembers the look on Jimin's face when he carried him in the backstage. Shushing him for good.
Caressing his back.
"I failed you" was all that the little one had said that night. And the last thing that Jungkook has ever heard of him.
Useless were the kind words Jungkook whispered in his ear.
"Don't worry, Jimin. You were so good. So good."
A mantra that the younger didn't seem to have heard.
Jimin stopped showing up. Quitted dancing. Jungkook stopped teaching. He became a popular dancer instead. A very good one. The best one in Korea, they say.
And this is why he was at the ceremony tonight. And there, he saw Jimin.
Jimin grew up, not in his height, no. He was still shorter than him which Jungkook always found strangely cute. Jimin's body grew up. The chubby cheeks gone. The muscles firmer. A sharp jawline, blonde hair, puffy red lips.
When Jungkook saw him, he was ... startled. Jimin didn't see him immediately, he was scanning the place as if he was looking for someone.
Jimin licked his lips slowly and that's when Jungkook felt a shiver down his spine. At the same moment, their eyes met.
And Jimin smiled. Jungkook noticed that he seemed relieved.
Before he could go to him, Jungkook was surrounded by people.
Just later that night, when everyone was drunk Jimin came to him.
"Master" he bowed in front of him, a smile on his face.
"Jimin, I'm no longer your master. Call me Jungkook" replied the elder looking at the boy in front of him.
Red cheeks, smiling eyes. He was so beautiful.
"Mast-- Jungkook. I waited so much to meet you again. You are so good at dancing. You always were. And now that you're a dancer" Jimin started, speaking faster and faster. "I am so happy for you!
I know how much dance mean to you."
Jungkook looked at him. He forgot about the little things of the younger. The way his smile, when he was genuinely happy, reached his eyes. This sparkle inside of them that always made him feel like a bunch of butterflies were inside his stomach. His soft little voice. The determination in his look when he was trying a particularly difficult step.
Jungkook smiled at him, happy to see him again.
That night was the night when everything changed, that was the night when all had began.
~~
Weeks had passed and Jungkook was awake, again, in his bed. Alone.
Since the night of the ceremony, Jungkook had dreamed puffy red lips and little soft moans. These dreams, even if they were his favourites, left him awake for hours. Craving something that he could not have.
After an hour, he was on the streets. A mask on his face and sun glasses despite it being night. He preferred not to be seen by prying eyes. He walked on the empty streets on a warm spring night.
It was 2am when he stopped in front of a known place. He walked by foot to the old building where he teached. Despite the hour, there was a light on.
Jungkook frowned. The door was open and he entered. A light music was in the air, he could hear the footsteps on the wooden floor of the ballroom, on the other side of the hallway.
He walked silently up to the door and there, he saw him.
~~
Fists full of sheets. Little moans. Filthy noises.
Two bodies in a dark bedroom. Lean and naked linked together to become one.
Thrusts harder and deeper than ever. The moans become higher.
Profanities out of two mouths, finally reunited.
Soft light kisses. Sharp bites on neck, jawline, shoulders.
The thrusts become erratic.
So close.
Jungkook!
Jimin
Sparkles out of the bodies.
Minds and souls together higher and higher in the sky above.
"Jimin"
~~
His eyes recognized him in the mirror and he stopped. Music and steps forgotten.
"Jimin" he just said, in a whisper.
He took a few steps towards the younger but the latter flinched like he had been hurt.
"Don't" just said.
Jungkook stopped in confusion. It was late again, too late in the night to even be awake at this hour.
But still Jimin was there, like a few nights before, like he was waiting, knowing.
Jungkook tried another step towards the younger but again, Jimin turned away.
The elder frowned, not liking it.
He wanted Jimin, he wanted him now, near him, under him, in him.
"We shouldn't, Jungkook" said the younger in a barely audible voice.
Three big steps all it took to Jungkook to pin the younger against the cold surface of the mirror.
Despite his words, he embraced Jungkook's thigh with his legs. Mirror against his back, hands in the elder's hair.
"I don't care" Jungkook said and before the shorter could say or do a thing, he kissed him.
A desperate one. The fight for dominance was useless. Jungkook had won since the beginning. Since the first step he had taken inside of the building. Since the very first day they had met each other. It was all inevitable.
Both Jungkook and Jimin knew.
It was meant to be.
They were meant to be.
Jimin separated their lips, Jungkook instead went to his neck. Leaving marks, and angry bites.
They both needed breath but Jungkook was too scared to let go.
He was afraid that even in a heartbeat would be capable to lose him again.
The first time was enough.
"I need you, Jungkook" whispered Jimin in a soft moan.
And that's all that Jungkook ever wanted to hear from him.
~~
It's been weeks since their first night together: one night turned to two, than to three, to four, to weeks.
Jungkook lied in bed, alone again. He always tried to convince the younger to stop by and sleep with him but to no avail, Jimin always run away after. He was like a shadow, impossible to reach and touch.
Jungkook sighed, passing his hands through his hair.
They never talked about their nights together, about the sex and everything. Actually, they didn't talk and stop. Jimin didn't want to, didn't allowed Jungkook to.
He stopped the elder with kisses, shushed him or seduced him.
Jungkook tried one time to talk to the other boy to ask, to have an explanation but nothing. Jimin got angry and avoided him for almost a week. And actually at this point, Jungkook preferred to have a silent Jimin beside him than not having Jimin at all.
He just wanted to have Jimin beside him all the time, had fallen in love with the younger years ago, maybe since the first time he saw him. Definitely was in love with Jimin when the accident occurred and Jungkook was left behind, alone and broken.
He had fallen like a rock in the water, like a meteor on the earth: it was not gentle, little by little, step by step. Oh, no. It was merciless, hard and painful. But quite beautiful.
One moment he was Jungkook and then, he became Jungkook with a Jimin carved inside his heart and nothing else.
~~
The room was dark, the soft glow of the city caressing the two figures in the bed.
The head of the blonde one on the chest of the elder. Jungkook stood with an arm around the younger, trying so hard to not squeeze him and oblige him to stay, forever.
It has been months since their fling, acquaintances with benefits relationship, whatever has begun and Jungkook was really tired. Tired to not know, to not speak, to not ask.
Jimin had began to stay in the night, sleeping cuddled in the embrace of the elder. Jungkook was oh, so happy when Jimin agreed to stay the first night, thinking that maybe it was the right time to talk. But the morning after Jimin was nowhere to be seen. And the morning after, and the after and so on.
He disappeared with the sun and came back with the night, just like a shadow.
And Jungkook, Jungkook was just so tired of all this.
"Jimin" he called, softly.
He was met with silence, nothing else. But then, a soft hum was heard.
"We need to talk."
Again nothing, maybe Jungkook has imagined things. Maybe Jimin was indeed sleeping.
But after a few seconds, a sigh came from the younger.
"I'd rather not, Jungkook" said in a soft voice, head rising and looking the elder in the eyes, pleading.
But Jungkook was really tired and as much as he wanted to listen to the younger, he simply couldn't ignore his feelings and the situation anymore.
He closed his eyes, he didn't want to see the pleading eyes of Jimin because he knew that he would have caved in.
"Jimin, please. I cannot longer do this without speaking" he whispered.
And after that, hell broke out.
Jimin instantly sat, leaving Jungkook cold and strangely empty.
"Then it's ended. We don't do this anymore."
He was up so suddenly and was fastly searching for the scattered clothes around the room, memories of just a few hours before. To Jungkook seemed like an era.
He started to panic, didn't want the younger to go away from him to never come back.
"I love you" blurted out, without thinking.
Jimin stopped, with a foot in his jeans, back turned to Jungkook.
He stopped like Jungkook's breathing but fortunately the latter was the first one to recover.
The elder stood up and reached Jimin, turned him around and put the hands on the smaller shoulders in an attempt to keep him still.
Jimin was looking down, not meeting the eyes of the taller male, jeans long forgotten.
"Jimin, I love you. Don't go" Jungkook pleaded, in a whisper.
"I have loved you since the first time I saw you, in our dance room. With your smiles, your laughter, your perfect eyes" he continued.
A hand coming to cup the younger cheek, raising his head.
The smaller male looked lost and scared. He met the sparkly eyes of the brown haired one. Jungkook saw him holding his breath, a pink dust on his cheeks.
"And then, you were gone. Vanished like a shadow and I couldn't find you anywhere. And when I met you again, after four years I was so happy and so relieved. I passed these last years thinking about how I could have changed everything and made you stay by my side."
Jungkook spoke with more fervour, lost in Jimin's eyes.
"I don't know what we have right now or don't have. But I know I love you and I cannot longer do this without expressing my feelings and not being honest with you. I don't want this to be just a fling. I want to be with you, to wake up with you next to me every morning."
Jungkook put a hand around Jimin's waist, holding him near his chest. The other hand softly caressing the blonde hair.
"So please, let me. Let me love you like I want to. Let me love you like you deserve to" finished talking.
Silence met the elder words.
Jimin was still looking at him, an indecipherable something in his eyes.
"How do you know I love you back?" whispered softly.
Jungkook only catching it because of the closed distance. And then it hit him, he really didn't know if the younger felt the same for him or not. And now he just confessed. How a great and stupid idiot.
He was starting to let go of the blonde when Jimin spoke again.
"Besides, it will never work" whispered again, looking down.
Jungkook stopped, froze.
"Jimin, do you love me?"
The younger only shook his head, tears starting to fill his eyes.
"We will never work, we are from two different worlds. You are an international dancer and--"
Jimin was interrupted by two big hands cupping his cheeks and rising his head. Jimin looking in Jungkook's eyes.
"Jimin. Do. You. Love. Me?" Jungkook spoke, with fire in his words and his eyes.
And Jimin, Jimin just caved in. Jungkook could see his barriers crumble under his eyes. Lonely tears rolled down his cheeks only to be wiped by Jungkook.
A "yes" soft, low and gentle came out of the puffy beautiful lips and Jungkook could swear this was the most perfect and beautiful sound he ever heard in his entire life.
He united their foreheads, looking in the younger eyes.
"So let me Jimin. Let me love you."
~~
A soft humming greeted him when Jungkook entered in the house. Soft humming, low music and the most beautiful person in the entire universe.
Jimin was cooking and swinging his hips in rythm with the music.
Jungkook closed the door silently and took his shoes off. He walked towards the younger and hugged him from behind.
Jimin jumped and smacked the elder on the arm.
"Hey! You scared me!"
Jungkook laughed softly in the neck of the smaller male, leaving a trail of sweet kisses.
"I missed you" whispered.
Jungkook could hear the rolleye of the blonde and bite him gently on the shoulder.
Jimin hissed and gave Jungkook another smack.
"You sap."
Jimin let the utensils down and turned around, putting his hands around the taller neck. He kissed Jungkook with tenderness.
"How was work?" asked against his lips.
Jungkook didn't respond and continued to kiss him, turning the kiss in a heated battle for dominance.
If it wasn't for the smaller who pushed him away a little, this could have turned in something else.
"No touching outside the bedroom" said Jimin, turning around and restarting to cook.
Jungkook laughed. "Who even said that? Since when?"
Jimin sighed. "I said that, just now."
Jungkook rolled his eyes and gave a spank to his lover's butt.
"Whatever makes you NOT sleep at night, sweetheart" he kissed Jimin on the cheek before the smaller could react and turned around.
"Jungkook!" Jimin screamed, half offended, half laughing.
Jungkook just gave him a flying kiss and headed towards the bathroom.
~~
Later that night, Jungkook returned in their shared bedroom with a wet towel to clean Jimin after their heathed night.
Jimin lied down, all flushed and hot, looking at Jungkook with a satisfied grin.
Jungkook approached him and kissed him on his forehead.
"Funny how sweet you are after you wreck me" whispered Jimin before kissing the elder jaw.
Jungkook laughed and proceeded cleaning him with soft gestures.
"Don't act like you don't love it."
It was Jimin's turn to laugh, slowly shifting under the covers when Jungkook finished cleaning him.
"Never said that, granny."
The smaller male giggles where met with a glare from the elder.
"Don't make me come there and make you see how granny I am" told Jungkook with a husk and deep voice.
Jimin licked his lips and eyed the taller male.
"I'm sure you're too tired for the third round" said with a fake gentle smile while making a show of his naked butt giggling under the gaze of the elder.
"Wanna bet?"
Jungkook neared the bed with long strides and was welcomed by eager touches, heathed kisses and not so soft moans.
~~
Jungkook was softly caressing the blonde hair, the head of the other against his neck. He smiled when he heard like a purr coming from Jimin.
"I love you" whispered while kissing the forehead of the younger.
Jimin tsked. "I sure hope you do after four rounds, you fucker."
Jungkook laughed and squeezed Jimin.
He was drifting asleep with his hands all around the smaller when he felt a soft kiss against his neck and a softer "I love you too, Jungkookie. So much."