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He always thought someone saying they could feel their heart beating out of their chest was a bit stupid. The expression itself seemed incredibly cheesy and, dare he say, an unrealistic feeling.
Yet, that was the only way he could describe how he felt right now as he watched Jimin dance.
The tiny, always careful Jimin who dances like a delicate flower in the wind every Saturday at 5:20 PM. Jimin who is always light on his feet, you could mistake him for a dove. Jimin who is oh so beautiful that even Aphrodite envies him.
Jimin is an extraordinary human being.
And he cannot escape Jungkook’s mind.
He can remember the first thought he had of Jimin. It was on a rainy morning, and he was simply curious if the other boy had remembered his umbrella. It was just a simple thought. Yet, that simple thought soon turned into something more. His brain branched out to more thoughts about Jimin (and they progressed further beyond umbrellas). Thoughts that became about Jimin’s physical appearance and personality as well as his likes and dislikes.
Slowly, Jungkook became obsessed with Jimin.
Today was another day of Jimin filled thoughts, but they were more intense thanks to the subject dancing only a few feet away from Jungkook. He can’t help but think about how Jimin can follow the beats of the song effortlessly, like it was no problem to him. Internally, he praises the dancer for being so brilliant with his dancing.
Before he even realizes it, Jungkook’s focus moves to Jimin’s face. Jungkook has taken time in the past to admire how handsome Jimin’s facial features were, but today was different. They were –once again—intense. He observes the scrunching of perfectly shaped eyebrows as the dancer figures out what move to make next in his choreo. He watches tiny fingers reach up and rub at the bottom plump lip as tiny mumbles fall out. God, how Jungkook wished those fingers were his own. He can only imagine how soft those lips would feel under the pad of his fingers and how he would trace them for hours with no complaints. They were itching to touch just at the thought.
He moves his attention to the dark brown eyes in the mirror. Eyes were an interesting feature on human bodies because of how strong they are. The effect they can place on someone was unbelievable and even magical. The effect of Jimin’s eyes on Jungkook was no different. Jimin is a criminal for his eyes and how they make Jungkook feel. Whenever he meets them, his body freezes up and his heart rate picks up. He is left speechless with no idea when he could speak coherently again. They were the only feature that could leave the boy’s thoughts a scrambled mess. It was a curse and a blessing wrapped up in one.
Looking at the dancer every day and being flooded with so many thoughts not only make his brain overwhelmed, but his heart as well. His heart, bless the poor thing, could not go one day without being threatened with the possibility of an attack. Who could have known an innocent thought about an umbrella could grow this intense? (If Jungkook had known then, he would have made sure to save himself from these overwhelming feelings.)
It took Jungkook a while to realize why he had these thoughts, why he thought of Jimin in a different light compared to the other boys he knew and spoke to. It took Jungkook a while to realize those clammy hands and thoughts about plump lips were not normal everyday ideas. It took Jungkook a while to realize that his thoughts of Jimin crossed the line of friendship and fell into something deeper. It took Jungkook a while to realize that what he felt was not platonic and, instead, was something strong.
Are there days where he wishes these thoughts didn’t exist? Yes, of course. Those who have been in Jungkook’s position wish for the same thing so they could be spared the heartbreak. Yet, Jungkook is also thankful to have them.
He couldn’t imagine having anyone else but tiny, delicate Jimin on his mind.
“Jungkook-ah?”
He looks over to the voice that calls for him.
Jimin is looking at him with an eyebrow raised and arms crossed over his chest. He has an amused, and maybe even fond, smile on his face.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
Jungkook smiles in return.
“Oh, nothing but another silly thought.”