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Jungkook places his ridiculously large black bag on the studio floor, closing the door behind him. The light is dimmed, melodic music is playing from the speakers in the large dance practice room.
Jimin is splayed out on the floor in comfy gym clothes, stretching, hugging his right foot with both hands, exhaling.
Jungkook shuffles to the mirror, leaning against it, then slumping down on the floor, sitting cross-legged, just watching.
It's always fascinating to watch Jimin dance. It's not dancing, Jungkook things. It's art. Poetry with the body. If another person did the same steps, it wouldn't be the same. There is some sort of effortless elegance to Jimin's movements, something so very Jimin-coded that Jungkook can't copy. But that's alright. He doesn't have to.
He thinks about pulling out his phone for a second but lets go of the idea, tired from the day, besides, he can't bring himself to takes his eyes off of the other.
Jimin smiles at him when he sees him.
Jungkook nods.
Jimin begins his choreography, strong and elegant, not missing a beat. Jungkook's eyes follow his every step, and Jimin notices.
When he's done, he turns to look at Jungkook again.
"Hey" Jimin says.
"Hi. That was... incredible."
"Thanks.. I still have parts I wanna go over again."
"Looks so difficult to do," Jungkook says genuinely impressed, "I wouldn't be able to pull that off"
Jimin's gaze lights up, as if a thought has crossed his mind.
"Wanna try?"
"What?"
"The choreo. A bit."
"Ah, I don't know if I can.."
"Come on. I teach you" Jimin's cute bright smile is impossible to say no to.
"You're not saying that and then make fun of me, Hyung?"
"I won't," Jimin says firmly. "You looked genuinely interested, so I offered. You don't have to, of course."
"I do... wanna try" Jungkook says, unzipping his grey hoodie, placing it on the floor, scooting closer, "tell me about it"
"Warm up first," Jimin says, and Jungkook nods, sitting slightly behind Jimin, imitating the movement the older man executes.
He's slightly distracted by Jimin's form, his concentration, his aura, everything.
"Kookie," Jimin scolds gently, "are you paying attention?"
Jungkook nods quickly and tries to follow up.
He realizes he's out of sync, and he doesn't want to embarrass himself or make Jimin explain it again because he's genuinely trying to get him to do it properly. So he tries his best, eventually catches up, but sways oddly from side to side. He just can't bring himself to make it look as balanced and elegant as Jimin is.
"Much better," Jimin praises nevertheless, "you need to stick your butt out more"
Jungkook had been so busy with keeping up that he had almost forgotten about his strict teacher's eyes on him who watch him intently in the mirror.
Jimin appreciates Jungkook's earnest effort, and his gaze carries that, and something else Jungkook can't quite describe.
"No," Jimin suddenly says, pausing in between, "the arm goes out like this. Look."
Jungkook looks and nods, balances his body differently but it still seems not quite right.
"Hold on," Jimin says determinedly, scooting closer to the younger so he's now sitting behind him, "may I?"
Jungkook nods. Jimin presses slowly against him, sitting on the floor, legs spread out widely to each side. His body is warm and firm and Jungkook can smell his perfume. It makes him tingly.
"With me, together," Jimin whispers, close to Jungkook's ear, and both can see themselves in the mirror.
Jimin takes Jungkook's arm and corrects his posture, also places his left hand between his shoulderblades, pressing against his spine. Jungkook straightens his back in the process.
"Like this," Jimin humms, a good octave lower as if nobody else is supposed to hear this even though they are alone in the dance practice room.
Jungkook shivers. He tries to focus, looks at Jimin's appreciative face in the mirror.
They move together then, and Jungkook is on point this time with the beat, and Jimin stretches out his arm and turns to the side and Jungkook does the same like his mirror, and they fall into sync. It looks beautiful, Jungkook thinks.
"Keep going, you're doing great," Jimin says, "I think you'll be fine by yourself now"
"Oh," Jungkook says, smirking, "but I think I need a bit more guidance, Coach..."
"Very well," Jimin presses closer, and his lips now ghosting barely over Jungkook's neck, warm breath tickling on Jungkook's skin.
"Like this...," Jimin says innocently but his left hand is sliding in front of Jungkook's torso, fingertips caressing his biceps on the way and his hand finally landing flat on his pecs, groping and massaging them slowly and appreciatively. Jungkook gasps.
"I hope I'm good at explaining," Jimin continues to chirp at the younger man, and Jungkook nods, leaning his head back a bit, begging for more, offering himself to Jimin, for his attention, skin begging to be kissed.
But Jimin has to be a little tease about it.
"Jimin..." Jungkook whines, the tension heavy between them.
"Yes?"
"Do something, anything, please.."
Jimin chuckles, finally finding pity and giving in, warm lips latching onto Jungkook's neck, licking along the warm skin, up to his earlobe, gently tugging the ring with his teeth.
Their bodies are pressed so close together that either of them would normally find it gross, too warm and sweaty, but now they don't mind. Jungkook fully enjoys the administrations, tilting his head further invitingly.
"Can I.. Can you.... more please..." He moans when Jimin's left hand grops his pecs harder, twirling the nipple between thumb and index finger.
"Ahh, Jimin..."
Jimin chuckles, hand sneakily retreating to slide underneath the fabric boldly, now fully roaming over Jungkook's muscular chest, tracing all the lines, abs, feeling the warm skin.
"You did so well, you really did. I think we can end today's lesson, and get you a reward..." he teasingly whispers into Jungkook's ear, biting down hard on his afterwards. Jungkook moans.
"A re-reward?" Jungkook humms, and he can't deny it makes his cock twitch in his pants, and he can feel Jimin being affected by all this aswell.
"Yeah.. Just for you..."
"Like what?" Jungkook asks with a raspy voice.
Jimin's hand leaves his chest, sliding lower and lower until it's cupping his obvious erection through his sweatpants and Jungkook bites his lips.
"Like me riding you into tomorrow," Jimin growls into his ear, voice full of desire, dripping with lust, "if you want..."
"Fuck yes," Jungkook exhales, "Yeah, I want that, fuck, Jimin-ah, I want you so much... please"
"Then I guess we should relocate," Jimin gasps, unable to keep his voice steady anymore aswell, withdrawing and getting up, throwing Jungkook's sweater at him, laughing like the little shit he was.
Jungkook groans and catches it, getting up aswell, fetching his stuff and following a giggling Jimin out the door who says something about Jungkook having to show him what he learned.
What a menace.
Jimin winks at him and goes through the door and Jungkook follows, letting it fall close. He loves what he is getting himself into.