Him || JiKook

Chapter 12

Jungkook was used to see the world through his camera, the lens not only a tool to capture what he liked but also a shield against what he couldn't face.

It had been a mistake not taking pictures of Jimin and going for sketches instead. It has been a mistake to take his mentor's advice and start focusing on faces. It had gotten too close, too real. He had avoided Jimin the entire week, even going as far as to miss his Art History class earning a good scolding from Yoongi. He couldn't face him, not after coming to his image burning behind his closed eyelids. It was weird, and unsettling and maybe this 'finding a muse' deal had been a mistake.

It clearly wasn't working for him.

He felt a little crazy already, the image of Jimin always dancing around, ready to attack him as soon as he was distracted enough not to block it. Stupid Yoongi and his ideas. If this was how a muse felt like then he didn't want it. Not at all. He needed to get Jimin out of his head and find someone else to inspire his art. Maybe he could convince Hoseok to let him into one of his dance practices so he could find another dancer to stare at.

Sighing, he pushed the doors of the Dance Department open, searching for the room Jimin had texted. As much as he wanted to avoid him they were still taking Art History together. And they had decided to do the final project together, way before the awkwardness settled in so... no way around it. As soon as he located the right studio, he pushed the door open to find Jimin and Jaebum in the middle of dance practice.

The song had a faster tempo than the one he had previously seen them perform and somehow it felt more angry, more raw. There was a lot of jumping and push-pull patterns and at some point it seemed like Jimin was supposed to spin but he slipped on the floor, landing on his butt.

"God damn it Jimin!" cursed Jaebum. "When are you going to get it right?"

Jimin, still on the floor, sighed. "I'm tired Jaebum. Let's end it here."

"The hell we are ending anything," he spat. "Get on your feet and go to first position. We are doing it again."

"I said I'm tired!" said Jimin angrily, standing up. "I can't jump anymore!"

"Maybe if you stopped eating so much crap, you'd be lighter on your feet!" retorted Jaebum. "You're freaking heavy!"

Jungkook winced, this was definitely something he wasn't meant to see.

"Asshole!" Jimin screamed, trembling from head to toe. "You're such an-"

Jimin trailed off mid sentence, eyes fixing on Jungkook awkwardly standing at the door. Jaebum whirled around too, giving him a death glare.

"Is this a bad moment Jimin?" he asked, pointing with his thumb towards the hallway. "Should I... come back later or something?"

'No' said Jimin at the said time that Jaebum was spatting an angry 'Yes'. He glared back at Jimin with such intensity that Jungkook cringed a little.

"Jimin..." said Jaebum menacingly. But the former ignored him, going for his water bottle. Jaebum stared at Jimin's back, before angrily crossing the room to get his bag. He grabbed Jimin's arm saying something Jungkook couldn't hear, but he was able to see Jimin wincing before shaking him off. Jungkook felt his hands ball into fists.

Rejected, Jaebum turned around stalking towards the door and giving Jungkook a shoulder shove on his way out. As soon as he was out of the door, Jimin sat on the floor, exhaling heavily. Jungkook walked towards him, dropping his bag unceremoniously before sitting besides him.

"You ok?" he asked him after a while. Jimin nodded without looking at him. There were red marks on his arm and Jungkook wanted to erased them. Kiss them away (what a stupid idea brain, thanks for nothing). "We can do this another day, you know... we could chill or something." He offered.