Candid Camellia {Jikook}

Captivate

Jimin's skin was soft.

It had been like feathers, gentle and smooth. Even with Jimin moaning vocally, a perfect distraction, Jeongguk could still focus on how fast his heart was beating in his chest. Honestly, he hadn't expected the kiss they shared to escalate into something more. Jimin was an angel; someone so beautiful and graceful should have no need to settle for someone like Jeongguk. He could have anyone he wanted, so why Jeongguk?

They stayed outside the rest of the day; lying in the grass until the sunset had reminded Jimin of the time. Only then had his presence disappeared, with a promise to see him again.

Its early afternoon when Jeongguk gets back from his lectures. He doesn't have much to do, so he decides to upload all the pictures he's taken recently to his computer. It's a pretty slow process; there isn't really much you can so until they're accessible on a computer. Jeongguk leans back in his chair, yawning when he thinks about the small about of homework he was assigned that he probably wasn't going to do.

His family still hadn't come back, and truthfully, he's yet to do something he can't in their presence.

Except the events that occurred in the backyard with Jimin.

He's sure his parents expected him to throw some sort of wild party the moment they walked out the door, but that wasn't his forté. Jeongguk was in college. If he wanted to get drunk off his ass and make mistakes he'd never be able to forget, he could do that at school.  

Leisure time wasn't frequent for Jeongguk, nor was time without his parents. So he really had to do something he usually can't.

Jeongguk draws his attention back to the files that are being copied onto his hard drive one by one before letting out a soft sigh.

Jiminie [P.M 2:34]

Jeongguk, are you busy?

                                                          You [P.M 2:37]

                                                   No, are you alright?

Jiminie [P.M 2:39]

Can you help me with something?

As if by fate, Jeongguk has for an angel dancing around his photo studio. Jimin had rushed over, an hour and a couple minutes to spare before his performance for his teacher and peers alike. His crossbody bag was thrown over a grey sweatshirt, hair ruffled slightly from the short run from his car to Jeongguk's door. He raises an eyebrow at the heavy panting leaving Jimin's lips, but smiles, and warmly welcomes him into the serene space where he creates art.

“Glasses?”

Jimin looks up from the kneeling stance he takes as he searches through the bag he brought intently.

“Oh, these.” he says, reaching up to remove them from his face, “I'm sorry. I must've forgot I was wearing them.”

Jeongguk reaches a hand down without thinking, pushing Jimin's hand away from his face. Jimin looks up at him, eyes shining wildly with an emotion Jeongguk can't pinpoint.

“Leave them.” Jeongguk suggests, “They suit you. Besides, I can't have you dancing around blind. You might hurt yourself.”

Jimin laughs; soft and gentle. It seems to take them from whatever they had just experienced, and back to what they're used to. “You're right.”

Jeongguk watches as Jimin stands up, stretching his hands above his head before standing in the middle of the room. “I want honest feedback when I'm done,” Jimin almost warns, “so please don't be shy.”

Those are the only words he speaks before he starts to move.

Within the first few seconds, he's got Jeongguk enticed.

Jimin doesn't even need a beat to convey the tone of the dance he's performing. It's hot and heavy the way his arms move. His body is sweet and sultry, moving in the most captivating way. The song he's choreographed to must have a sexual theme; something that can coax anyone into bed in a heartbeat.

Its interesting the way Jimin's off stage and on stage presence differ completely. The giggly bubbly twenty two year old Jimin usually is has been shoved away completely, now taken over by someone who is the equivalent of the word erotic.

Frankly, He can't decide which Jimin disturbs his heart more.

Jimin lets out a heavy breath when he's done in order to regulate his breathing before he speaks.

“What do you think?”

Jeongguk only stares, eyes unwilling to leave Jimin's parted lips. When Jeongguk finally speaks, Jimin looks hopeful.

“Are you sure you even need practice?”

And again, Jeongguk hears Jimin's giggle. This time, it's because he doesn't know what to say. He's left Jeongguk dumbstruck with a shortened version of a dance he produced himself.

“Thank you Jeongguk, seriously.” Jimin says from his spot on the floor. “I sort of needed a self esteem boost.”

Jeongguk lies on the floor next to Jimin, arms behind his head.

“Why’s that?”

Jeongguk doesn't mean to pry. He hopes Jimin doesn't feel like he has to tell him. However, it would be a lie if Jeongguk said he wasn't curious.

“Never been too confident.”

Jeongguk hums; something between disbelief and surprise. Not everyone is aware of how beautiful and great of a person they are.

Conversation seems to die down after that, drifting them to a comfortable silence. When Jimin realizes the time, he's rising into a standing position and grabbing his bag. He wraps his arms around Jeongguk, thanking him for providing meaningful feedback and his time.

Jeongguk doesn't want to let go.

Jeongguk's eyes burn.

He's been staring at his computer monitor for hours on end, taking a break only when he needs to pee. He's not quite sure how much longer he plans on staying up for, however, at this point it might as well be morning. The white light shining from his computer threatens to blind him as he checks the time, sighing when the clock reads 2:27 A.M. He had class at twelve, so he probably wouldn't die if he put off sleep for a little longer. Still, that sounded like a shitty idea.

Jeongguk wasn't the type of person to take hours to complete an easy assignment, but lately, he couldn't focus on anything without intrusive thoughts finding a way into his mind. It starts with the way Jimin's lips had tasted when they met his for the first time. The softness of his skin beneath his wool sweater that was a little too big for his body. It always escalated to the moment Jeongguk had snaked his fingers beneath Jimin's jeans, then to the soft noises that fell from his lips when Jeongguk flicked his wrist the way he likes. Jimin had been so warm and willing, taking anything that Jeongguk had thrown his way. There was something so captivating about Jimin that Jeongguk wasn't ready to forget, no matter how many assignments he failed because of it.

It wasn't enough to touch Jimin physically. Jeongguk had made it a mission to get under Jimin's skin and find out exactly what it was that made him so pleasing to be around.

Only then could he be satisfied.