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Yoongi never bothered to check the weather, relying on his own intuition to decide what to wear and if he should bring an umbrella or not when he goes out. Today proved to be no different, the sky was blue, the sun was out, and Yoongi was sure that today would be a sunny spring day.
There was never a time when Yoongi’s intuition had failed him, so you can imagine how disappointed he was when he finally got to leave the office and was met with a stormy sky. Rain beat against the roofs of buildings and splattered upon the tops of umbrellas carried by those who actually checked the weather this morning as he walked down the crowded street.
Just a block away, the sound of a soothing jazzy melody played as a mesmerizing voice sang, making it terribly difficult for Yoongi to bring himself to continue his journey home. He followed the alluring voice as if he were in a trance. His dampened mood is erased once he comes across a small crowd of about five people and the most beautiful man he has ever seen.
His beauty was not just him. It surrounded him and followed him wherever he went. It was like an aura that changed the colors of the world. His beauty was not simply just his soft skin, pretty eyes, or lean body. His beauty was everything about him that changed everything about everything. He could walk down the street and make the rain pour a little less, the flowers grow a little more, and crowds make way for him as if there was a red carpet laid out everywhere he went. The world might as well have been made for him.
“Who is that?” Yoongi asked the girl next to him.
“Jeon Jungkook. He could be famous don’t you think?” she replied.
/He could be anything he wanted,/ Yoongi thought. /Hell i’m sure he already is everything he wants to be. If he wanted to be big he would have been years ago. He could have any living thing wrapped around his pretty little finger./
Everyone's eyes follow his hips as he begins to move to the music, his honey-like voice causing everyone to move in even closer to him. Once everyone was in a small circle the man went from person to person, taking their hands and dancing with them one by one.
Yoongi’s hands clam up and his cheeks grow warm as Jungkook stands in front of him. Suddenly he’s thankful for the rain as it runs down his arms to his fingers, making it impossible to distinguish his sweaty hands from the precipitation. Jungkook lightly takes his hands in his, softly maneuvering the elders hands to circle around his neck as he moved his hips to the melody.
/Oh shit, okay I’m definitely gonna die. I literally haven’t danced in months, this is what I get for not going clubbing with Hobi last week, I brought this on myself. This is my fault. I suck. I suck. He knows I suck. This sucks./
Yoongi quickly tries to regain focus, trying his best to look away from Jungkook’s hips and instead look him in the eyes. Yoongi is met with an entrancing stare, the glimmer in the man's eyes showing him that his staring did not go unnoticed. Jungkook’s dark eyes shimmered with mischief and his smile grew larger by the second. He pulled Yoongi in by his waist, eliciting a cheer from the crowd. It was then that Yoongi had decided to allow himself to become something that Jungkook could change everything about. He moved his hips in time with Jungkook’s and swung them with more confidence.
Tingles shot up his spine and a laugh creeped up his throat as the warmth Jungkook exuded in the seeped through his clothes. It was enough to make you never want to let go. If this is how the grass felt when it turned a little greener under his bare feet or how the ocean feels when he just looks at it and it becomes even clearer, then Yoongi knew he would do anything to bask in his presence. If this is how it feels to be changed so completely by something so strong that the man did not know he even had, then he would gladly experience it everyday.
After the song ended, the small crowd had grown incredibly and loud cheering rang throughout my ears.
“Thank you for stopping despite the weather everyone. It really means a lot. Hope you all enjoyed it,” Jungkook stated with a childlike glee.
After taking pictures and exchanging praises with the man, everyone had left the area except Jungkook and Yoongi.
“Doesn't seem like it’ll stop raining soon. Shouldn't you be getting home uh-” Jungkook asked.
“Yoongi, and I should, but I’d rather go get dinner with you,” Yoongi replied.
“Is that so?”
“It is.”
“I guess I could go for a good meal,” Jungkook smiled.
“Sounds great. It’s on me, Jeon.”
“You know my name?”
“Asked one of your fans as soon as I got here, there was no way I was going to be able to leave here without at least knowing your name,” the elder admitted.
“And why is that?” Jungkook giggled.
“You have this thing.” The singer raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “There’s plenty of pretty people in the world, but with you it isn’t just an appearance thing,” Yoongi explained.
“What is it then?”
“It's like your entire existence makes everyone else pale in comparison. You make it seem like the world was made for you without even trying. Honestly, I’m still trying to convince myself it wasn’t made for you.”
“You have a way with words don’t you, Yoongi? ‘You make it seem like the world was made for you without even trying.’ He mimicked. “Definitely know how to woo a guy, huh.”
“I just tell it like it is. Figured you should be aware of your own power, it’s only right. You have people like me who just had the longest day at work stop in the pouring rain to listen to you and watch you exist in a way no other person can,” Yoongi responded.
“Now I feel like I should be the one paying for your food. I’ll pay next time,” Jungkook said with the prettiest giggle.
Yoongi’s heart skips a beat and his steps waver. He trips a little at the thought, but then Jungkook’s soft, pretty, hands are on his arm in an attempt to keep him up right.
“You alright there?” He giggles again. His giggles might be one of the prettiest things Yoongi has ever heard other than his voice. He’s sure the list will probably only consist of Jungkook by the end of the night.
“Next time?” He questions.
“Yes, next time. There's no way I can forget you after all that sweet talking you just did. Don't tell anyone, but I have a little thing for praise. Keep talking like that and we might not make it through dinner."