Lost Love [ Taekook FF ]

chapter 15

The hallway was  quiet as Yoongi strolled through the university’s corridors. He had come early to finish some work, as he walked through the corridor, he heard some slow sound of music. It was slow, yet mesmerizing. His curiosity piqued as whose's playing muaic that too this early in the morning. Yoongi followed the sound, his steps silent as he approached the dance room. The door was slightly open, and through the crack, he caught a glimpse of someone moving gracefully.

It’s too early for anyone to be here, Yoongi thought, his brows furrowing in confusion. He stepped closer, peeking inside the room. A boy was dancing in the middle of the empty floor, his body flowing like water with each movement. Even though Yoongi couldn’t see his face, the sheer beauty of the dance had him rooted to the spot.

The boy’s body seemed to breathe with the music. It wasn’t until the dancer spun around that Yoongi’s eyes widened in recognition.

Jimin..

Yoongi’s lips curled into a smirk. Park Jimin? Of all people, his so-called enemy? The one he loved teasing endlessly? He hadn’t expected this from him. "Jhope wasn’t kidding," Yoongi thought. He watched, mesmerized, as Jimin finished his routine, his body slowing with the final notes of the song. Sweat glistened on his skin, his breathing heavy, but he looked serene—until his eyes landed on Yoongi.

“W-What are you doing here?” Jimin stammered, immediately straightening himself up, looking flustered at being caught.

Yoongi leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his smirk growing. “I could ask you the same thing,” he teased. “Didn’t know you were into... inviting ghosts this early with your dancing.” He raised an eyebrow. "Pretty dangerous."

Jimin shot him a glare, his cheeks turning red. “Shut up. I just—” he started, clearly embarrassed.

“Ah, don’t tell me,” Yoongi interrupted, stepping into the room now, “You’re going to lie and say you don’t like dancing? Because you’re really bad at hiding it.” He tilted his head, pretending to think. “I mean, why would anyone dance like that so early in the morning, alone, if they didn’t love it?”

Jimin opened his mouth to respond but closed it again, looking away. His fingers fidgeted nervously. Yoongi’s teasing grin faded a little as he realized something was off. “Jhope said you dance well,” Yoongi said softly, surprising even himself with the tone. “But this... you’re amazing, Jimin. You should be entering competitions. Why aren’t you?”

Jimin looked down at the floor, his expression neutral. He doesn't want to answer, and why would he that to, his enemy but something inside him just want to tell. Tell somone what he feels, without any filter. “My dad doesn’t like me dancing,” he mumbled.

Yoongi blinked in surprise. “What? Why not?”

“My dad wants me to focus on business studies,” Jimin said, his voice quieter now. “He… he wants me to take over his company. Says dancing is a waste of time. But my mom—she wanted me to dance. She always encouraged me before she… passed away.” He swallowed hard, and for a moment, Yoongi could see the pain flash across his face.

The room fell silent. Yoongi stood there, not sure what to say. He understood loss better than anyone, having grown up without his own parents. He had never thought he’d feel any connection to Jimin of all people, but right now, it was hard not to.