Falling In love was never in their plan. For him she was like the Moon, a part of her always Hidden.
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. Its about learning to dance in rain, and that's what he did he danced with her through the storm.
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It shouldn't be a surprise that Jungkook can dance, but well it was for me.
Jimin called me to help them with the dance they were preparing, they wanted my opinion on that, which is not needed because Jimin and Hobi are the great dancers I know.
I told Leah and Yoongi to tag me along. I was astonished to see three handsome men moving their bodies in the most passionate way one can move.
I was in heaven, that's a scandalous and illegal move. The three J's.
My eyes couldn't move from the way Jungkook moved, suddenly I was starting to feel hot. His lean build moving just right for me to have my imaginations run wild.
The differences when those three danced were so immaculate and perfect to fit together. Jimin was elegant, Jungkook was sharp and Hoseok was enthusiastic, just a perfect mix to their trio.
I don't know why they even need my opinion and help. Jungkook is there to help, unlike me he knows everything about dancing. I am stiff which is unlady-like.
I can't move my body sensually as other girls can. So I don't think it would be so graceful of me to dance. I am so unfit and unsporty. My stamina is almost nonexistent.
Oh don't worry Jungkook can help you with stamina.
The voice uttered. After Jungkook, my inner voice definitely makes the top list of people who I want to run over with my car.
Whose car may I ask again?
I could literally feel that smirk on that damn voice. I banged the door shut on that voice and my irrelevant thoughts of Jungkook's body.
"So what do you think was good?"
I internally slapped myself for being such a dramatic bitch for gasping so loudly.
Jungkook's face was right in front of me touching his face cheek with his back on his hand.
I was just sitting there speechless staring at him like a horny bitch I am.
Can you blame me he is looking so hot sweat covering his face and neck the sweat running down his neck as it disappeared in the opening of his shirt as my gaze followed.
Usually at the sight of sweat I am disgusted, especially by people of different gender. But God didn't do justice for some of us.
He looks damn fine, his scent musky and clean. I took a breath In taking it clueless he is watching me so closely and with amusement.
I returned my gaze to his face, his lips oh no they were so close to me last night. It would be soft for sure and sweet too undeniably. Then my gaze moved to his cute nose which was demanding to be booped. But I want to boop it, no better place a kiss on it.
