You Were My Love

Scene 131 - Jeonlous

He lost himself in his art as he shook his whole body to the blasting music on the dance floor.

The vibrations of the loudspeakers resonated up and down through him.

It made him feel like he was actually part of the music.

Like his entire self was nothing more than vibrating strings that echoed the thrumming air around them.

Dancing was like making the whole world disappear.

All the worries, fears, pains, strains, tears.

They were all erased, consumed, burnt down in the fuel of the moves.

After the first few hours, your muscles ached.

Hell they did. They scorched you under your skin.

Especially when Jimin would relentlessly rehearse until he felt like he was flayed – but never giving up on all the blood, sweat or tears.

Even though he wasn't presently rehearsing, it was no different.

He still wanted that magic release from exerting a delirious amount of control over his body.

Wanted his mind to obliterate all other feelings and ideas in the mastering of every fiber he could cast.

So as he felt bodies rubbing around and on him, swirling limbs real near, intoxicated week-end dancers shuffling and winding lasciviously to each other, and cascades of sweat drops dripping from him, he just couldn't – wouldn't stop.

Because letting all this go hurt.

Because it was also letting the hurt go.

Because it was hurting good too.

He was more machine than man now, his whole being totally engulfed in the constant swaying, rolling, undulating.

He was nearly reaching some kind of trance.

Thoughts dissolving in the sonic and physical vibrations he wrapped himself in.

But then...

Suddenly...

There was an image from earlier that popped in his mind.

Why would he think of that now?

Hands.

Glistening.

Moving under water as white, soft foam slid down from them.

Jungkook was washing his hands just above the sink in the restrooms.

Jimin frowned - but the memory was getting more detailed instead.

He had gulped as he couldn't help but stare at the bouncing and wiggling pecs when the CEO rubbed his hands, rinsing the soap off the back of them.

While he not so consciously stared, Jimin was running his hands on his legs, trying to release some tension.

He hadn't danced for so long, they were aching a little, even after he had stopped.

There was a pause in the moves of the beautiful, veiny hands and Jimin finally looked up from them.

Jungkook had noticed and he went up to him, hands now fully dried.

Without further warning, he grabbed Jimin's hips and lifted him, as if a mere twig, to sit him on the counter.

Jimin panicked.

"What are you doing?" he rushed the words out as his hands nervously flew to the other's deltoids to get a hold for balance.

"Do your legs hurt?"