Let it be told - Jikook

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They lived in a world of flashing lights and inhuman schedules, stalker fans and sleepless nights. Every move they make, every glance they take is monitored by the company, the paparazzi, everyone. It’s a dystopia that the Bangtan Boys have learn to deal with. It wasn’t uncommon for an uproar to occur when a member stares at another for a second too long, or an innocent touch translated as a hidden relationship. It was all easy to shake off since they have all identified themselves as straight.

But, God, had Jeongguk second guessed himself on that.

All his life has he only seen females as the height of his attraction. All his life was he convinced that he liked girls - with pretty hair, and pretty eyes, and pretty skin, and a pretty smile. He liked the way their hips swayed as they walked and how their faces flushed, eyes dilating as they see him walk past. He liked it all.

Then Park Jimin had to mess it all up.

Park Jimin messed it up with his pretty carrot-top hair and pretty almond shaped eyes that disappeared whenever he smiled. Park Jimin messed it up with his pretty skin that gleamed so sexily with sweat after practice and his pretty- so God damn pretty - smile.

And, fuck, the way he moves. It should be illegal with his body rolls and sharp hip thrust that could make any girl - or in this case, man - swoon.

It was just him and Jimin alone in the practice room, the younger staring as Jimin danced to ‘Run’ for the umpteenth time that night, pulling down his jacket to reveal soft skin that Jeongguk was dying to get his hands on. He watched entranced as Jimin’s back curved by the roll of his shoulders, his toned thighs wrapped up in way too tight jeans flexing to the rhythm.