It has been just a kiss, a kiss that has given Jimin access to Yoongi's mind.
A Yoonmin roommate story with a twist and some side Taekook.
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#17 in Yoonmin
Couldn't he see that me and Yoongi weren't meant to be, that no matter how hard we had tried, it has never worked out, even if last night I had confessed to him, had said goodbye on his lips, longed for nothing more than to stay in his arms, have him be grumpy, annoying, calling me Amigo, making fun of me, yet being there, not running from his feelings. Not me running when he had finally collected courage to confront me.
"I think me and Yoongi are too different, it can't work," I muttered feeling my own heart breaking by those words.
Yoongi's song finished so unexpectedly and the assembly hall went nuts with people jumping on chairs and yelling "Encore! Encore!"
Yoongi was proud of himself, I could see it in his eyes in his smile, while Jungkook needed minutes to silence the gone wild crowd.
"Wow, that was probably the performance of the night," muttered Jungkook. "But, let's not call it a night before the show's end. We have one performance left. It says Park Jimin - art collection."
I gulped raising from my chair walking towards the stage on weak legs that didn't want to carry me. Just make it quick Jimin, I thought reaching Jungkook on stage taking the additional mic he handed to me.
"So what will you present Park Jimin?" He asked.
"Um..." I looked at Mr. Han and the other teachers than at V in the audience. "Nothing," I muttered.
"What do you mean?" Asked Jungkook.
"I haven't prepared any painting, not even starting to speak about a painting collection and I have come here today fully aware that I will fail that performance and the school year, but honestly at that point I couldn't care less," I gave the microphone back to Jungkook.
"Look at him," said Jungkook." Look closely, became that guy here is so much more than it seems."
What? Jungkook what nonsense are you talking about? I was feeling cold sweat dripping down my forehead.
"He has absolved a prestigious high school for dancers, teaches contemporary dance to students of all ages and not longer than four weeks ago he had won the national dance audition competing against 7 thousand other professionals from all over the country."
"What?" I asked buffed.
"Because he couldn't pick up his trophy Mrs. Yeo from the National Dance Association has come here today to hand it to him personally," Jungkook nodded towards the elegant lady who was sitting next to RM so she got up walking on stage with a golden trophy.
"Congratulations Mr. Park, we will be honored to from now on support your promising career," she said giving me that statue while I was looking from her to Jungkook expecting him to yell "you've been pranked" any second, but he wasn't doing anything like that.
"So excuse me, I have made a mistake while introducing that performer. Ladies and gentleman, Mr. Park Jimin performing a self choreographed dance piece and re-auditioning for the dance department," read out Jungkook winking to me.
I was standing there frozen with that golden statue in my hand unable to grasp what has just happened.
"Min dance!" Shouted V waking me up.
"But I don't have the music," I stuttered.
"I can rap for him. Jimin you can dance to my rap, right?" Yoongi's low voice raised all the hair on my body.
I nodded unsure what else to do when he walked to the side of the stage between mad applause, so I gave the statue to a volunteer, then untied my trainers, took off the socks behind the curtain.
My heartbeat was uneven, the blood shooting though my system making it double complicated to focus until Yoongi's low voice came, so beautiful like during the audition and I knew I will be fine.
"Following my dream Into a dark path I have been alone since the beginning Alone all my life Mum, Dad, your twisted hearts won't get to me Anymore, I'm free..."
I moved, dancing my soul out like during the audition, forgetting there's an actual world around me, diving into my passion completely, becoming one with the music and Yoongi's voice, how I had heard him in my head previously, but now he was real. I was giving my all totally lost in Yoongi's rap. Grandma would have been happy, if she could see me right now, but I decided to make her proud. Make anyone who has ever believed in me proud, including Yoongi. There was no more audience, just us, his sand seeds voice and my dance, our passions merging maybe even deeper than that one night when we had been making love in that hotel room.
"I'm free I'm free Free to the core Free to love my..."
Yoongi cut off before the last line looking at me, voicing it out in his head.
"Jimin Jimin."
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