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When seasoned journalist Jeon Jeongguk is assigned to write a cover piece on the biggest Pop Star in the world, and slowly imploding train wreck, Park Jimin, he finds there’s more to surviving the spotlight than he’d ever imagined.
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No words can express the emotions. Beautiful.
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When seasoned journalist Jeon Jeongguk is assigned to write a cover piece on the biggest Pop Star in the world, and slowly imploding train wreck, Park Jimin, he finds there’s more to surviving the spotlight than he’d ever imagined. -
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Jeongguk isn’t sure why he feels fire close to the heat of jealousy burning in the pit of his stomach right now. Unsure why his hands have grown clammy, unsure why even the thought of the boy latched to Jimin’s lips was enough, even now, to send his cheeks burning in fury.
there’s a gentleness in his voice that Jeongguk feels himself melting for.
Jimin is laughing and it’s beautiful, a lithe melody of giggles carried on the wind as the breeze ribbons between them.
Jimin releases his hand, finally, but Jeongguk’s fingers ache from their abandonment.
He plops down to the bench to Jimin’s right and watches as he physically melts at Jeongguk’s presence.
the strange stutter in his chest that seems to flutter whenever he’s in Jimin’s presence seems to win out.
Surprised by the bubble of heat that floods his chest at their proximity right now. Surprised by how natural this feels.
“Well,” Jeongguk says. “He is still very cute, I’d say.”
He winces, because those words tumbled out without his permission. Almost as though they’d been waiting, almost eagerly, at the tip of his tongue.But Jeongguk can’t bite back the itch inside that thinks he might just be the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid his eyes on.
“I trust you.” He pauses, and though he cannot see it, Jeongguk can hear the smile cutting across his face beneath the mask. “Of course I trust you.”
Jeongguk’s heart is meltingHe bites back the itch to reach forward and touch him until the burn is too much and he’s reaching forward, running a delicate finger through his blond hair and tucking a strand behind his ear. Where he expects Jimin to freeze under the touch he doesn’t. If anything he melts; melts into the movement, melts into the heat of Jeongguk’s hand
Jeongguk had never seen such a beautiful sight, someone so thoroughly in their element they seem to meld with the moment itself. Jimin was music personified, almost as though his smile were made of treble clefs and scattered quarter notes. The piano melted like butter through the air and Jimin with it.
It’s only when he raises his head, eyes searching out through the crowd that he sees Jeongguk has risen to his feet, a proud smile stitched across his face as he claps, loudest of them all.
Jeongguk melts at the sound of his name on Jimin’s tongue. He turned to face him, tongue hot from the cigarette, but his cheeks even hotter as they burn at the sight of Jimin. Jimin’s eyes find him too, and they hold each other’s gaze for a long beat. Namjoon scoffs, rolling his eyes, then he’s prodding Jeongguk in the shoulder.
“I’m sure whenever he decides to take his eyes off of you he’ll remember to pass me the invitation, isn’t that right, Jeonggukie?” Namjoon sneers out teasingly.
Jeongguk, so swept up in the orbit of Jimin’s gaze, barely catches the last of Namjoon’s words. He finally yanks his eyes away from him, and sighs out, almost drunkenly.“You’re the only person who looks at me like that,” Jimin whispers out. His words are no longer slurred. Each one has weight, bricks of certainty bound to them as though he meant each one.
“Like what?” Jeongguk asks.
Jimin doesn’t answer immediately. He’s breathing more of Jeongguk in as though he couldn’t get enough of it. Getting drunk off the smell of him, off the heat off him, off the presence of their bodies melded together in this tiny, dark alley.
After a long moment he finally answers. “Like a human being,” he says softly. “You’re the only person who doesn’t look at me like you want something from me.”Jeongguk can feel Jimin all over him, clinging to every part of him without a single press of flesh against flesh.
But he’d never dreamed of meeting someone who makes him feel the way Jimin makes him feel. He feels like Jimin is the sun, and every second around him he’s being swallowed by him.
Hard to believe that he can’t imagine a life now without him in it.
Jimin waits a long moment, but his eyes are on Jeongguk. Always and eternally.
“I’m not running anymore,” he finally responds, but the response feels directly pointed to Jeongguk.“You always have a choice,” Jeongguk retorts with a shake of his head.
He’s flesh, and blood, and a soul. A beautiful, heartwrenching soul. Jimin is a human, in all of its beautiful forms.
the butterflies crawling up his stomach and threatening to free themselves from his tongue at the sight of him.
A human he loves unconditionally, and absolutely.
Love, without performance.STANDING OVATION ACROSS ALL NATIONS