grim ; yoonmin [original]

020

020

JIMIN wasn't impressed with either of them, but that isn't what had him bothered.

it was the fact that the class, including the woman who was arguing with yoongi, were ogling over him. it was as if jimin saw an entirely different performance from the rest of his class.

yoongi was now well aware that he was unable to alter jimin's mind. yet, that night on the roof, he was able to block the memories of him. yoongi was very curious as to what he could and couldn't do when it came to park jimin.

as class ended, yoongi decided he was done for the day, and wanted to go home and sleep. a hand wrapping itself around his bicep had other plans.

"what was that?" jimin hissed, attempting to sound intimidating, but only came off as endearing towards yoongi.

"that was me trying to leave," yoongi rolled his eyes, "can you let go of me now?" he could easily shake jimin off of him. in fact, if he wanted, he could send jimin flying into the next studio. he didn't, of course, but he could.

"you aren't that good of a dancer. they acted like you danced better than anyone they'd ever seen." jimin ignored yoongi's request, and only tightened his grip. he even yanked the older boy closer towards him so he wouldn't escape.

"that's not true," yoongi said, even though it was. "jiminie, you're a much better dancer. i'm sure they were just surprised i didn't suck."

jimin tried to conceal his blush at the sudden nickname and compliment. "that's the thing, yoongi. you did suck."

"not at dancing, but maybe at other things." yoongi crawled towards the boy, who was already extremely close to him, and put his palms against his chest.

surprised at the advancement and slight submissiveness from yoongi, jimin backed away and cleared his throat.

no longer tired and now bubbling with excitement, yoongi's eyes drooped and he seductively looked at the other boy through his bangs.

as yoongi stared, jimin took notice to how attractive he actually was. dark hair that was kind of wavy and messy after dancing, skin slicked with a light layer of sweat, and eyes as deep and dangerous as always.

but then it all clicked in his head and the enchantment fell away. he's seen yoongi in his dreams more than just once.

"who are you?" his voice was small—desperate. the older didn't have to ask, already knowing what jimin meant.

"you'll find out soon, princess. i told you you'd be seeing more of me." and as yoongi walked out, he didn't have to turn back to know the younger boy had the missing pieces of his puzzle being fitted together.

he didn't need to turn around to know jimin was at his knees with tears streaming down his cheeks again.

he stuffed his hands in his pockets and whistled as he left the building and the crying boy behind.

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