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Taehyung plops down on the waxed dance floor and huffs a breath, blowing air up into his bangs. He appreciates that this is a beginner’s dance class, but his limbs just don’t stretch the way everyone else’s seem to be doing. Taehyung sighs and looks to the front of the room, crossing his arms and pouting at seeing Jimin struggling to hide a smile and laugh as he conducts the stretching routine.
Besides, he has an early morning shoot and he can already feel the first stretch they did in his legs.
So Taehyung sits the class out (as he often does) and spends the time watching his lover dance and teach. It’s hypnotic watching the way Jimin moves, stops to explain, and moves again.
So hypnotic that Taehyung doesn’t realize the class is now over.
“How was it?” Jimin asks, interrupting Taehyung’s thoughts and vision.
He looks up and watches Jimin take a swig of water and then wipe some sweat from his brow with a small towel.
“Oh fantastic. I’m drowning in sweat from working so hard,” Taehyung breezily says, stretching his arms up and groaning.
Jimin snorts. “Yeah, maybe from staring so hard,” the smaller man snarks back as he throws his damp towel at Taehyung’s sitting form.
The model grimaces at the towel, make a yuck sound, before throwing it back. Jimin snickers and sits in front of Taehyung as his body begins to cool down from dancing.
“Anyway, it was good,” Taehyung finally responds. “As always. It’s kind of hypnotic to watch you in your element.” Jimin blushes at the praise and smiles widely as he stares at his water bottle. “Though your stretching routine is brutal,” Taehyung adds as an afterthought.
Jimin scoffs and slaps Taehyung’s knee, eliciting a squawk from the man. “Yah! This is literally a watered down version of the New York City Ballet Company’s stretch routine you heathen! Besides, it’d be easier if you took up my suggestion and stretched with me every morning and night. But you get up later and go straight to sleep at night,” Jimin chides. “It’d certainly help you be less stiff at modeling sometimes.”
Taehyung thinks about it for a second before nodding, “that’s true.”
It falls silent between the two and Jimin becomes distracted with saying goodbyes to his students, while Taehyung merely nods in parting. After the final student leaves, Jimin goes to stand but groans and winces as he does so.
Taehyung looks up, worry forming on his face. “Massage night Minie?” he asks, knowing that Jimin’s muscles in legs and lower back get too stiff sometimes, especially in the winter time.
Jimin bends a bit with a grimace as he touches the tender muscles right above his knee. “Yeah, despite all the stretching, they were starting to tighten near the end there,” he explains, pain lacing his words.
Taehyung is quick to jump up and wrap an arm around Jimin’s back. He leads them to their things. “I’m sure the cold weather isn’t helping either,” he chimes in as he wraps up his lover in this coat and gently puts on Jimin’s hat. The dancer still has a grimace on his face, but he offers a semblance of a smile to the model.
“I still need to talk to Hoseok hyung about next week’s kid’s ballet class,” Jimin mentions with a frown.
Taehyung zips up his own coat and assesses Jimin. “Love, you’re in pain right now and it’s going get worse the longer we wait. I’ll text hyung to let him know we’re leaving and that you’ll call him tomorrow about it,” Taehyung explains as he starts to lead them to the room’s door. “Besides, it’s your day off. You’ll be feeling better and more energized to talk.”
Jimin hums in agreement and lets Taehyung lead him out of the room. “My Taehyungie speaks so well,” Jimin says proudly, earning himself a bright, boxy smile. “Only for you Minie.”
Taehyung gets them to Jimin’s small apartment safely but it’s a bit of a struggle to climb the stairs to the apartment, Jimin wincing with nearly every step.
By the time they get to the door, Jimin could nearly cry from the pain and Taehyung opens the door with a flourish to help cheer up his lover.
“You know, if I work out, I could help carry you,” Taehyung muses as he helps Jimin take off his coat within the small entrance.
Jimin snorts and shakes his head. “You love how you look and I love how you look.” Jimin wraps his arms around Taehyung’s neck, wincing slightly at the stretch, and leans in to gently kiss the taller man. “All that matters is that you love yourself the most in this world.”
Taehyung offers a small but sweet smile before Jimin pulls back and hobbles towards the bathroom.
“Time for a bath!” Jimin declares as he pulls his shirt off and looks towards Taehyung. “Help me.”
“I could never deny such a cute pout.”
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Jimin counts his blessings that he’s as short as he is so he can fit into his tub. “I wish I had a bigger tub so you could join me,” the dancer motions as he hugs his knees to his chest, hissing a bit at the pull of the muscles. Taehyung sits parallel to Jimin outside the tub and smiles at his boyfriend.
“Me too. But put your legs down so they can soak in the warm water love,” Taehyung chides, hand gliding in the warm, fragrant bath water.
Jimin merely slides his body down a bit to rest his head on the lip of the tub and stretches out his legs the best he can in the small space. “We could just go to your place Tae-ah. Your bathroom is huge.”
Taehyung flicks some water at Jimin as he rests his chin on his arm that’s on the tub. “That’s true. But I like it here better. The closeness of the small space is nice.”
Jimin hums and looks up in thought. “We could do a median and get an apartment that’s not too big and not too small. A Goldie Locks apartment.”
Taehyung snorts, heart warming at the thought of official moving in with his love. “Goldie Locks apartment.” Both men dissolve into giggles at the phrase.
As Jimin’s giggles die down, he glances out the bathroom door and at the clock in the kitchen and sits up. “It’s getting late. We should head to sleep since you have an early morning.”
Taehyung leans forward to look at the clock and then looks back at Jimin. “Massage first love,” he reminds as he stands up to grab a towel.
Jimin protests a bit as he stands up and is helped out by Taehyung. “It’s too late. The bath was enough Tae-ah.”
Taehyung wraps the warm towel around Jimin’s body and pulls him close to warm his long arms around the dancer. “When we started this, we choose to always be open with each other; not just emotionally and mentally, but physically as well. I know your body is hurting love. Let me help.”
Taehyung feels Jimin tremble a bit and he hears a sniffle before Jimin nods. He pulls back to look at Jimin, brushing away an errant tear. “Okay?” Jimin nods and Taehyung helps his love to the tiny bedroom. “I’m gonna grab the lotion so lie down and relax,” Taehyung whispers as he rummages through Jimin’s night stand. He makes an ah ha! sound when he find the massage lotion and is greeted by a work of art when he turns back.
Jimin is naked on the bed, front down and head resting comfortably in his arms. Taehyung takes a moment to appreciate the sight, having always thought the dancer’s body stunning and beautiful. Despite not working out as hard as he had done as a professional, Jimin’s body is still toned and designed for dance. Taehyung feels a stirring down below and sighs quietly, staring at his crotch in his pajama bottoms. He mentally wills any lust down, knowing he’s tired but that Jimin is more so.
“I’m getting cold Tae-ah,” comes a muffled voice and Taehyung climbs onto the bed and warms up his hands quickly before beginning.
He starts at the feet, using his long fingers to press deep into the arches, eliciting a moan of relief from the man below him. Taehyung smiles and shakes his head and moves his hands higher. His smile transforms into a frown as he feels the tenseness of Jimin’s calves and slides his hands slow and deep on the area. Taehyung realizes how bad it is as he reaches the dancer’s thighs, feeling the body below his fingers quivering at the pain and release of tension.
“You should really see a professional Jimin-ah,” Taehyung says worriedly, hands gliding slow and softly every time Jimin whimpers. Jimin turns his face to the side with a sniffle. “I’m okay Taehyung-ah, for now. Maybe in the future, but you’re really helping, promise.”
Taehyung nods, frown still in place and continues the gentle massage, gradually pressing deeper as Jimin’s muscles relax more. By the time he gets the man’s lower back, Jimin is a mess of tears and grateful moans. Taehyung’s hands become broad strokes across Jimin’s back and he’s glad that his lover is feeling better.
When he’s finished with Jimin’s backside, Taehyung leans forward to kiss Jimin’s ear and whispers, “time to turn to the front love.” The model doesn’t get a response and looks down in confusion to see Jimin asleep, face peaceful with dried tears on his cheeks. Taehyung huffs a laugh but forms a soft smile, hand coming up to gently pet his lover’s hair.
“I’m glad you finally have some relief darling,” Taehyung whispers, leaning down again to press a kiss on the side of Jimin’s face. Taehyung sighs as he pulls back and gets up to get ready for sleep; putting the lotion back and grabbing his phone. He winces at the time, knowing it’ll be difficult to get up with the alarm in the morning, but he doesn’t particularly care, he thinks as he settles down next his naked and sleeping lover. Taehyung falls asleep with a content smile as Jimin sighs and scoots closer to cuddle with the model.
He’ll worry about all of that tomorrow.