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It was close to 11pm; too late with how he would normally leave to go back to his flat. He was drenched in sweat, his shirt sticking to his body and his feet aching from the amount of times he repeated the dance routine. Jimin was tired. He had stayed at his university’s dance studio later than usual because his dance showcase was in two days. He would've done the same the next day (knowing his perfectionist self) but he promised Hoseok-hyung he'd take the day off and rest.
“Jimin-ah, you’re already good enough and your routine’s perfect. It’s bad enough that you starve yourself and lack sleep. Just take the day off before your showcase so you can rest well, okay?” Hoseok said, concern written all over his face.
He was hesitant to agree but his hyung had a point and this was coming from someone who was his senior and someone he looked up to. It’s just that whenever he would dance the routine, he would always find flaws in his dancing. His spins weren’t smooth nor graceful. Some movements were late. He would sometimes miss a beat. His dancing lacked so much. He's just not good enough.
Jimin sighed and walked to the stereo, stopping the track and deciding to call it a day. Though he wasn’t entirely satisfied with himself, he thinks it’s acceptable enough to show the people, maybe even his parents.
Thinking about his parents gave him a massive headache, also a dull pain squeezing in his chest. They weren’t the most supportive parents in the world nor were they the most understanding either. His parents wanted him to take a degree in science, math, history or economics, any degree that could guarantee him money and an outstanding job. Jimin didn’t want that nor did he like that. He wanted to dance. He wanted to learn the art of movement. Learning how to be graceful and to master the body’s flow to music was what he really wanted. It was his passion to perform on stage and execute intricately orchestrated movements; even to create those movements was his dream.
His parents didn’t approve. They simply laughed at him, telling him how absurd he was and to stop making a joke out of his future. He wasn’t joking, rather he was dreaming.
Begging. That was the only thing he could do to convince his parents. He wasn’t old enough then to provide himself his own education nor did he have the sufficient money; so he begged, hoping they would change their mind. He promised to ace his subjects and to completely focus on his studies. He would stay quiet and he wouldn’t create any problems. All just for dancing.
They eventually allowed him and told him that they would pay but only for his tuition. It didn’t matter. He was overjoyed and so ecstatic. He promised to be the best, to perform on famous stages and to make them proud. But after that, he never heard of them ever again. He was in Seoul and they were in Busan, probably. He doesn’t really know anymore. His part time job could only suffice to pay just enough for his rent, his daily meals, his school materials and some of his stuff. He wasn’t entirely broke but he couldn’t spend lavishly. He can’t afford to take more jobs because he needed the time to stay focused on school and practice. He tried calling them but no one would pick up or it would just go to voicemail. After years of trying to contact them, he gave up.
He was in his last year of college, a few more months until he was officially finished and could finally prove the world wrong, prove his parents wrong that he could succeed and fulfill his dream.
Jimin approached the studio’s mirrors and stared at his reflection. Years of hard work and constant practice took a toll on his body. He had huge bags under his eyes, his skin was pale and he was thin, too thin despite the muscle mass he gained from the amount of dancing and working out. His jaw was defined now and gone were his chubby cheeks when he first entered university. His eyes weren’t as bright anymore and his smiles not as genuine like before. Replaced was a mask, his spark and youth dwindling like a dying flame.
He grabbed his bag, unplugged the stereo and turned off all the lights of the studio. He left the room and walked the quiet halls of the art department. No one was in sight. Only the sounds of cricket and the rustle of leaves from the soft gust of autumn wind could be heard.
The walk to his flat was eerily quiet. Strangely, only a few people were in sight and only a few cars were passing by. He was getting used to the silence when he suddenly heard movement and footsteps. He straightened himself and shifted his gaze left and right yet not one was in sight. Who knows, criminals could be lurking around this area at this time of the night.
He heard the footsteps again and looked back. Still, no one was in sight. He clutched his bag tightly and tried to grab something, anything he could use to defend himself. The only thing he could get was a plastic fork he used for his late brunch. Other than that, the contents of his bag were his earphones, sweaty shirts and smelly towels. Surely, he could suffocate his attacker with his horrific smell.
The footsteps were getting louder yet he still couldn’t see anyone. He was near his flat, only a few meters left. Maybe he could outrun this person and scream for help. He was getting ready to run, counting to three, still clutching the plastic fork and tightly gripping his bag when suddenly a hand grasped his forearm.
Jimin shrieked. He turned around and stabbed his attacker with his plastic fork, attempting to bring the attacker down. He was so focused on trying to mercilessly stab his attacker that he didn’t hear the voice that was trying to call him.
“-min! Jimin! What the fuck? Stop! Babe! It’s me!”
Jimin, still too absorbed in defending himself, didn't hear anything and continued attacking. The attacker, having enough of Jimin’s antics, grabbed both of Jimin’s forearms and engulfed him into a warm hug. Only then did he realize that his attacker wasn’t a criminal. It was his boyfriend.
He dropped his plastic fork and pulled himself from the hug.
“YA! What the hell was that Jeon Jungkook? I thought someone was about to mug me! You know I’m scared of the dark and I hate walking alone at night. I was so fucking scared you ass!” Jimin yelled, lightly punching his boyfriend’s chest.
Jungkook smiled at his adorable hyung and engulfed him again in an embrace. Jimin didn’t resist this time and allowed himself to melt in Jungkook’s arms. He was honestly scared and it felt good to be in the arms of someone who radiated love, safety and protection.
“I’m sorry, hyung. You were taking longer than usual so I went to the studio and looked for you. I was about to go inside the studio but I needed to pee and when I went back, you were already gone so I tried catching up to you.” Jungkook explained, still holding Jimin tightly and lightly rocking themselves side to side.
Jimin hummed tiredly in reply, heart warm and full from his boyfriend's simple but sweet gesture. Jungkook gently released Jimin, grabbed his bag and held his hand as he walked them back to their flat. “I know how you’ve been working yourself day and night for this showcase, hyung but I can’t help but worry a lot especially with how little you’ve been sleeping and eating. I just want to take care of you hyung.”
They reached their flat and Jungkook opened the door, pulling them inside. Jimin was so tired, exhaustion creeping it’s way throughout his entire body.
“Do you want me to run you a bath, hyung?”
Jimin nodded, letting his body fall on the sofa. Jungkook pressed a soft kiss on his forehead and went to the bathroom to prepare a bath. Jimin smiled to himself. Times like this reminds him why he’s still fighting, why he’s still persevering and why he’s still hoping. Though he might never have the love he’s been yearning from his parents, he has all the love to receive from his boyfriend. He’s so lucky to have him. So patient, so understanding, so caring and so loving.
He felt pressure under his body and suddenly he’s in mid-air, strong arms carrying him. Jungkook carefully placed Jimin down inside the bathroom and they began undressing each other. They were face to face, just staring at each other and admiring every detail of their body. His boyfriend was so beautiful with dark brown hair, mesmerizing doe eyes, pink lips, a strong jaw, muscular arms, defined body and a heart of gold.
Jungkook smiled at him and leaned in for a kiss. It was gentle, just some sweet pecks and slow movements. He wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck, pulling him closer and removing any space left between them.
It was so intimate. Naked skin against naked skin. Their souls bared to each other.
Jungkook gripped his hips, tracing patterns along his hips and moving up to caress his toned abdomen. He trailed his lips down to Jimin's jaw, peppering his neck with kisses and leaving some love bites. Jimin arched his back, enjoying the sensation of a Jungkook's kisses and being showered with affection. He bit his lips and whimpered when Jungkook bit on a particular spot just below his ears. He was in bliss.
He wanted more but he was too exhausted. Jungkook understood.
Jungkook slowly released him from his hold, ending with a gentle peck on the lips and mouthing three meaningful words on Jimin’s lips. He pulled them both under the shower, turned the knob to just the right temperature and massaged his hands around Jimin’s body. Jimin sighed under the warm heat of the water and satisfying pressure from Jungkook’s hands. He grabbed the soap near him and washed Jungkook’s body. He heard Jungkook stifle a laugh when he glided the soap on a particularly ticklish spot. He smiled at him and continued lathering his body with soap, making sure to cover all areas. Jungkook took the soap from Jimin and began to lather it on him. The soap traveled downwards, lingering on his inner thigh. Jimin tried to muffle his moan.
Jimin lifted Jungkook’s head and caressed his cheeks. “Babe, I’m too tired. I can’t give you-” Jungkook cut him off with a kiss and slowly went down, as his mouth explored the expanse of Jimin's body.
Jimin couldn't help the moans he released when Jungkook's mouth engulfed him. The heat began to consume him, rushing down to coil a pit in his stomach and stimulate his entire body. Jungkook's strokes were gentle but with just the right amount of pressure. He grabbed Jungkook’s hair, pulling him closer but careful not to hurt him.
“Ju-Jungkook! I'm almost there, baby.” Jimin gasped.
He was near his climax, legs starting to feel like jelly and lips swollen from kissing and biting on them too hard. He moved his hips to the rhythm, dancing to a sensual tango feeling wet, hot and slick. The heat intensified, drowning him in a sea of ecstasy and pleasure. He was addicted to the feeling, wanting to reach the end but never wanting to stop. The movements became faster, the pressure too much and the coil starting to unravel. Suddenly he was shouting, white clouding his vision, the feeling consumming him.
“I love you.”
Jimin slumped against the bathroom walls out of breath, gathering his strength and trying to stay upright. Jungkook rose from his position and grabbed the shower nozzle, rinsing them from their previous activity. Jimin allowed himself to savor the feeling, droplets of water running down his body. He felt so relaxed and sated. Jungkook pulled him out of the shower and wiped his body with a towel. He carried him bridal style and walked them to their bedroom.
Jungkook laid him on their bed and dressed him with his underwear and an oversized shirt. Jimin rearranged himself on the bed and pulled the blanket closer to himself. A few minutes later, he felt the bed dip down and arms pulling him against a strong warm chest. He burrowed himself further to the warm chest, loving the feeling of Jungkook's presence surrounding him.
He looked up and placed a kiss on Jungkook’s jaw and then his lips. “Thank you.” he whispered against his lips. Jungkook brought his hand to his cheek and gently caressed it, gazing lovingly at Jimin's eyes and pulling their faces closer.
“You know I'm always here for you.”
“I know.”