Don't Call Me Angel || VMIN

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"Why don't we step back into the bedroom?"

For no reason he could think of, a wisp of fear wrapped itself around Jimin's mind when he saw the cold glint in Taehyung's gaze, picking up on the steely tone of his voice. However, it vanished after he heard the second part leave his lips. Anticipatory excitement replaced it and a noticeable thrill ran through him. This was just what he had been waiting for. 

Nodding in response and turning back the way he had come, he didn't miss the way the elder's eyes honed in on the black lace sitting at his waist and it was all he could do to stop himself from giving away the feelings churning around inside him. Relief, excitement, maybe even a small portion of anxiety, he didn't know, but he did know that he didn't care enough to waste a second trying to decipher them.

He added a slight sway to his hips as he waltzed towards the room he had just vacated, pleased when he heard the sound of footfalls echoing behind him. At the doorway, he tilted his head backwards to check on the other and slowed his pace a little, deliberately teasing him by not bothering to hide the way his eyes raked over his suit-clad form. Still dressed in the same business attire from the meeting earlier, Taehyung looked extremely handsome. The younger couldn't help the lingering of his gaze as he fawned over the tightness of the linen stretched at the man's broad shoulders.

Gosh, he would never be able to get enough of that figure, there was no denying that he looked like he had been carved by some Greek gods. His legs were hugged in all the right places by the fitted trousers he was wearing and the dark tones of the fabric contrasted perfectly with his tanned skin. His looks must have come almost entirely from his mother, who the dancer had never seen a photograph of but assumed was gorgeous, because Sunwoo couldn't even be considered attractive and, yet, he had produced two stunning sons.

A frustrated sigh snapped him from his daze and he realised they were both already standing in his bedroom, only a few metres separating them. He made to approach the other, wanting to greet him properly after having disappeared the moment they had returned. However, his advances were stumped by a swift wave of the elder's hand and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. What was going on? It seemed this was also the question at the forefront of Taehyung's mind.

"What happened at the manor, Min?" he asked, his voice finally betraying some of his concern, "What is going on?"

His doubt didn't do anything except increase, causing Jimin to back away slightly, not liking the look creasing the brunette's features. Dropping his hand to his side, suddenly feeling awkward with it posed on his hip, he struggled to collect the words swirling around inside his brain.

"I told you before, I don't know what you mean."

Apparently, this was the wrong thing to say and the hint of worry he had detected before dissolved quicker than he would have thought possible. It was quiet for several moments, broken only by his shaky breathing. He was aware of the danger that a silence like this suggested and, therefore, was overly relieved when Taehyung decided to end it.

"We both know that's bullshit, what happened? Why are you acting like this again?"

"Acting like what?" the younger shot back, his hands finding their familiar hold on his top and beginning to toy with the edge of it, running it between his fingers agitatedly, "What is different about this? It's how I normally -"

"This isn't normal for you, Jimin," the elder beseeched.

So, he had lost the nickname, well two could play at that game.

"Yes, it is, Taehyung."

The emphasis he put on the last two syllables wasn't picked up on by the other, or he simply didn't care, and Jimin watched the muscles in his jaw tighten. His frustration was obvious and it only made the dancer fall further into his spiral of confusion and doubt. He wasn't the one not acting normal.