Him || JiKook

Chapter O5

The week passed in the blink of an eye. Midterms were getting closer and the professor were burying them on essays and last minute projects. Jungkook and Taehyung were spending so much time in the library that the later started bringing a kettle and blankets to make their study nights more comfortable. The librarian was not very happy but they were in the study area so there was nothing she could do but curse them with her beady eyes.

"Why am I taking this philosophy class again?" moaned Taehyung, his face resting on the open book in front of him.

"Because you were thirsting over Namjoon's ass and he's the TA of that class," supplied Jungkook, bulling his was through the conclusion of his essay. Taehyung threw him an eraser.

"Ass," he said, checking his phone, it was Friday and they had promised to attend the recital. "We should get going Kook," he continued, gathering his stuff. "The recital starts in half an hour."

Jungkook raised his head surprised. "But I wanted to change...I have to change!"

Taehyung gave him a once over. Contrary to Taehyung, who believed life was a catwalk and never left their apartment looking less than fantastic, Jungkook loved comfort. Especially if he was going to be holed up in the library. And comfort meant his favorite black sweatpants and an oversized white t-shirt. He wasn't dressed for a recital. Not at all. At least he wasn't wearing his ratty converse, small mercies.

Taehyung tsked. "That would have to do, we have no time," he said. "Besides it isn't like you're going to meet the love of your life or anything."

"True," said Jungkook, shoving the books on his backpack and following him outside.

The university's auditorium was full of people waiting to get in.

They had to push their way through the crowd, looking left and right for a mop of platinum hair. Jungkook was starting to feel frustrated when Taehyung spotted Yoongi. He was waiting by the door, clad in a black suit and a white shirt.

Jungkook felt extremely underdressed.

"Hyung!" shouted Taehyung, waving wildly and capturing Yoongi's attention. Up close, Jungkook noticed that he was also holding a flower bouquet.

"Cheesy as fuck," said Jungkook as a greeting, smirking at the flowers.

"Homeless as fuck," retorted Yoongi pointing at his sweatpants.

Taehyung laughed, giving him a high five. Jungkook stuck his tongue out at them, opting for taking his camera out. He didn't even have time to take a couple of pictures when Yoongi was ushering them inside. Jungkook adjusted his camera around his neck only to be stopped at the entrance by a person pointing at a sign, indicating that cameras were not allowed during the recital. Jungkook looked sharply at Yoongi, eyes screaming betrayal, but the other just shrugged in response. It was so unfair. How was he supposed to get inspiration if he couldn't even snap a single picture? It wasn't that he couldn't appreciate beauty without the camera but he was used to seeing the world through the lenses. He was able to focus better, to catch the smallest details that made something special.

Pouting, he followed his friends inside. They had great seats, right at the front in the middle. He huffed. From that spot he could have captured even the drops of sweat rolling down the dancers' skin.

"What's with you?" asked Taehyung nudging him with his elbow.

"Stupid camera policy," complained Jungkook, crossing his arms.

"Shut up," scolded Yoongi, pointing towards the front. "It's starting."

The lights went off then and the head of the Dance Department appeared on stage. He said a few words, introducing the theme of that night's show, Fluidity. Jungkook raised an eyebrow at Taehyung but didn't say anything. The music started right away and the first group of dancers came on stage. Judging from the way they danced, Jungkook assumed they were freshmans. They were not bad, but they were not outstanding either so he sank on the seat, playing with his phone.

Soon enough, it was the sophomores' turn and things got a little better so he pocketed his phone and actually started paying attention. Fifteen minutes later and after all the juniors, Yoongi was finally leaning forward with a smile in place, so Jungkook assumed it was Hoseok's turn to come on stage.

A heavy bass started playing and the lights focused on Hoseok. His movements were precise and effortless, one after the other in an accurate rendition of the fluidity concept. Jungkook smiled, he kind of got it now, why Yoongi was so smitten and why Hoseok was the main focus of his senior year project. When Hoseok was done, they all clapped loudly, Taehyung going as far as to whistle in appreciation. Jungkook was starting to gather his stuff but the head of the department was once again on stage, introducing the last number of the night.

Jungkook looked at Taehyung. He was beaming, phone angled so that he could record the performance without being caught. Jungkook gave him a questioning glance but Taehyung just shook his head.

"Wait for it," he said, eyes focused on the front.

The lights dimmed a little on the stage and soft tunes starting playing. Suddenly a figure was leaping across the floor, coming out of the shadows. He landed effortlessly, twirling in place and ending in what Jungkook recognized as an arabesque position. The boy was dressed completely in white, with a shock of orange hair and arms on display and Jungkook couldn't take his eyes off from him. He was mesmerizing, sliding on the floor in movements that seemed to ripple from his body. Boneless, like a stream of water. Fluid whispered his brain.

Jungkook exhaled in awe...it was beautiful.

The boy had reached the edge of the circle of light, a sudden expression of pain crossing his features and then he was dropping backwards (Jungkook sucked in a breath) only to land in the arms of another figure, dressed completely in black. Jungkook gaped. The second boy on stage seemed to mold perfectly to the smaller one, lifting him effortlessly from the ground, aiding him from one jump to another.

Something tightened in Jungkook's chest, his fingers itching to capture the dance, the way the dancers moved so in synch... the way the smaller boy seemed to glow under the lights.

The act finished with both dancers curled into each other on the floor, lights going out immediately. The roaring of the applause brought Jungkook back to his senses and he looked at Taehyung. He had tears in his eyes and he was not the only one. A group of girls at the front were openly crying and throwing flowers to the stage.

Yoongi made a sign for them to go outside, so they could wait for Hoseok and Jungkook followed his friends still completely dumbfounded. The images of the boy flashing on his mind. Hoseok appeared after a couple of minutes, smiling at Yoongi's flowers. They took their time congratulating him, praising his dance and taking silly pictures with the flowers.

"So, what you guys thought about EMS's number?" asked Hoseok.

"EMS?" said Taehyung.

"Yeah, Edge of my Soul or something. The last number, it's their unit's name." He clarified.

Taehyung clutched his shirt mimicking a crying face as a response.

"It was quite something," said Yoongi, holding Hoseok's hand and pulling him along so they all could go grab a bite. "I was moved."

"I cried," agreed Taehyung, fake drying his eyes.

"What about you Jungkook?" said Hoseok. "Got any inspiration out of all the numbers."

Jungkook looked at him, pondering on the question. He, once again, recalled the way the orange-haired boy moved... his weightlessness.

Nodding, he said. "I think so."

Yoongi flashed him a thumbs up. "Told you so."

Later on that night, while Taehyung was taking a shower, Jungkook sneaked into his room and sent a copy of the recorded video to his phone. He spent at least and hour watching it on repeat, closing in and taking snapshots of the parts he liked the most. He then printed the snaps, arranging them together on a collage. They were not the best quality but they would do for now.

Once he was done, he reclined on his chair admiring his work. Something stirred deep inside his chest, he hadn't felt such a strong need to photograph someone or something since he was obsessed over Gina's eyes. He needed to find this guy and convince him to pose for him. It was a must.

Seemed like he had finally found his muse.