Don't Call Me Angel || VMIN

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Nothing could beat the feelings running rings around his head, the state of pure euphoria that dancing brought him, except maybe pleasing a particular brunette. He was on cloud nine, caught in the whirlwind of emotion that had swept through him the moment he set foot on the stage. His bubble was burst by a soft voice calling out from a dimly lit part of the room and he snapped his head up. However, he wasn't scared like one might have assumed he would be, instead, he was rather pleased that someone had seen him dance and that he hadn't done it for nothing.

"So, you can sing as well," Namjoon commented, standing off to the side, and the younger had to squint his eyes to see him properly for he was swathed in shadow.

Abandoning his attempt to find his shoes, Jimin sauntered over to the edge of the stage and lowered himself onto the floor. He arranged himself so that he was sitting with his legs crossed and he relaxed as he leaned back on his arms. A coy smile played at the corner of his lips and he let out a breathy giggle at the compliment.

"Thank you," he responded, tilting his head to the side in a playful manner, "I didn't know you were supposed to be here."

"Strictly speaking neither one of us are supposed to be here," the elder stated, his tone revealing how little this fact actually bothered him, "Shouldn't you be lounging in your dressing room?"

Pouting lightly, the dancer started drawing spirals in the vinyl behind him and he laid on a thick mock-sad voice when he spoke again.

"So you didn't enjoy the show then?"

"It was nice to see you dance like that, you definitely seemed much more in your element. Can't say the same for the first time I saw you dancing for an audience, though. Not that you weren't good when you performed then," the dimpled man added, "You dance differently when you think no one's watching, that's all."

There was too much truth in what he had said for the other to handle and he rose to his feet, searching for a different topic of conversation as well as his shoes. Thankfully, he found both and he slipped on his socks while he addressed the elder again.

"What are you doing here then, if you weren't here to watch me that is?" he asked, adding a teasing smirk at the end when he met Namjoon's eyes.

This caught the other by surprise, but he didn't let it show for long and simply looked back at him with a semi-bored expression, unimpressed by his question. Jimin shrugged his shoulders, not bothered in the slightest about the reaction he received. If Taehyung was going to be that way, and continue to act all cold towards him, then he was going to prove just how wrong he was; this was the better side of him, not the one that had been freaking out all the time. This was the half that didn't hinder anyone else, the half that could be of actual use to everyone. Plus, a little bit of meaningless flirting never hurt anyone and he was rather fed up with being ignored.

"V needed to give you something, but he had to settle a small problem first so I offered to bring it for him."

"I've never been one to turn anything down," he mused, fastening his laces.

He prepared to hop off the stage but was spared the effort when the elder approached him instead, noticeably stopping a couple of feet away to give him space. People really didn't need to keep going out of their way to do that, he was back to normal now. In his outstretched hand lay a credit card, one that looked like it held far more money than any previous one he had ever seen, and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

Looking between the rectangular piece of plastic and the expression on Namjoon's face, he registered that this was the item being given to him. His bewilderment deepened and he took it gently from the extended fingers.