𝕵𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘 | ᴊɪᴋᴏᴏᴋ

53

Jungkook was pacing back and forth, anxious expression taking up his features. Bitten red lips, furrowed eyebrows and brown eyes darting from one corner to the other. Jittery limbs clearly not helping the situation. The four prestine white walls surrounding him succumbed him deeper into his nerves.

It was d-day.

He hadn't seen Jimin since a day ago, given the fact that everyone was running around preparing for today. It was performance day and he couldn't wait to see his babylove the most. But even then the nerves of performing on his own after a while of partnering up with Jimin had taken a toll on him.

Jungkook takes a seat on the blue worn down sofa the dressing room owned clad in leather from head to toe. The raven-haired had dressed himself in a leather jacket, see-through mesh shirt that tucked in neatly into his leather jeans and black heeled leather boots. Hair gel styled his long black locks into wet looking perfection.

Sucking in a breath, Jungkook decided it was best to watch his classmates on the TV installed in the room as a form of distraction to his nerves. It was his dressing room roommate who was on at the moment, having EDM as his fated genre. Luck had seemed to struck his rooming buddy (unlike the others of his class) because he seemed to be doing rather well on his performance-hell, exceptionally well if you asked Jungkook.

"-You're on in 5, Jungkook!" The door abruptly opens, startling the raven-haired, Jackson poking his head in with a smirk gradually spending on his face as he stared him down from head to toe. "Damn, you look hot."

Jackson wiggles his eyebrows, Jungkook throwing his head back in laughter. "Thanks, bro."

"Not as hot as Jimin will look tonight but that's okay. Jimin is a God so there's no need to feel bad."

Jungkook shutters at his boyfriends name, that's how powerful Jimin was. Thoughts of how he looked tonight a mystery in his head. Gosh, was he desperate to just get a glimpse of his baby but before he could ask any questions regarding Jimin the door shut closed. So here he was, nerves long gone, head full of him.

Jungkook snorts a smile growing on his pink lips as he buries his face into his palms. It was insane the effect Jimin had on him. All it took was his name and Jungkook's head was submerged in only him.

Shaking his head, he stands up and strides forward to the full body length mirror. Jungkook had to make sure he looked perfect for tonight, that is if he wanted things to go the way he planned it. He checks himself out, admitting to himself he indeed looked good.

"Two more minutes!" The muffled voice behind the door said with a knock. Jungkook sucks in a breath, glances at himself one last time and then exits the dressing room.

As he makes his way to the stage, he focuses on mentally going through the choreography he put together. It wasn't necessarily a dance choreography but more of portraying his genre in his movements. The stare, the walk, the hair, and most importantly how you grab the mic and its stand.

Eyes going unnoticed as he passed the rest of the backstage, Jungkook licks his lips and takes a peek at the audience in hopes to find Jimin and the rest of his friends and family. Jimin wasn't performing until nearing the end while he himself was one of the first ones to go, therefore Jimin had the chance (and had promised) to watch Jungkook's performance. Not that he would refuse as they had spent 3 full weeks without much of each others presence just for this moment.

Like hell, he'd miss it.

Jungkook watches the last of the performance that had gone up before him end, he hears the audience applaud and even some hollering of the performers name. He feels the pat of his classmate on his shoulder and a 'good luck!' at his ear while they leave the stage and he enters it. He zones out and all he manages to catch from the host was his very own introduction.