grim ; yoonmin [original]

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IT was late. jimin hated how alone he's felt during the last couple of days and he didn't know how to rid himself of that loneliness. the air in the dance studio was warm yet goosebumps still pricked his exposed arms.

his cheeks puffed out as they were tinged in a pink flush. he was bent over with his hands placed on his knees and his eyes shut tightly. his breathing was heavy and quite loud, the sound ricocheting off the walls.

he'd been dancing for over three hours now and the time was veering on eleven at night. if anyone were to see him in this state, they'd most likely wonder why he was dancing to no music. they'd wonder what the melodies in his head sounded like.

they screamed, he concluded. screamed until the throat was torn and raw and aching. until the throat felt like jimin's being; worn and in pain.

when he straightened back up with a loud sigh and stretch, his eyes met those of another through the mirror. he hadn't jumped; he didn't even make a sound. the lazy gaze of jimin met the curious gaze of yoongi.

"how long have you been standing there?" the younger asked breathlessly,  gulping down his thirst to no avail being that his threat remained dry. "not too long." yoongi responded a bit too quietly.

their stares were both held with unreadable emotions. they were trying to figure each other out. "you can watch." jimin searched the other's reflection for some kind of indication. an indication to what, he didn't know.

yoongi would've replied with something snarky or borderline suggestive, but he remained quiet and only backed up against the barre, sliding to his bottom to sit.

jimin extended his leg out to the side, stretching his feet in point and flex. he then began to graciously move to music unheard, but felt.

as yoongi watched, he realized he'd never been so enthralled in the movements of another person until jimin. he felt moved by the way jimin contorted and twisted his body. he felt the pain jimin was emoting through such delicate motions.

delicacy can hurt, too. delicacy can be pain, and that delicacy was in the form of park jimin.

yoongi's eyes followed everything from wispy strands of jimin's hair to flexed muscles in his legs.

he felt uncomfortable. he knew he was in jimin's life for a reason, whether it be to bring he ending or start his beginning. feelings be hadn't felt in more than a while bubbled in a foreign part of his chest. a part desolate and inhabitable, yet a portion of jimin found a way inside.

it's purgatory, park jimin. stay away from my heart.

yoongi hadn't noticed jimin stopped dancing. he didn't notice the other was squatting in front of him.

"i don't think i'm allowed to hate you."

the surprise hadn't made its way to yoongi's features, because he learned from very early on that any emotion displayed vulnerability. so when his eyes, once blurry and looking into a realm other than this one, focused on jimin, he read calm.

but yoongi felt everything but calm.

jimin was warm, something he wasn't. something he hadn't been in a while. jimin's face was blushed from exercising; yoongi could practically smell his endorphins. adding on, jimin smelled so good for someone who was sweating.

the younger's breaths came out as pants from between his plump lips. he eyed yoongi warily, not allowing his focus to stray from the other's eyes. he knew yoongi was attractive, and that was bad.

because yoongi was bad, and he did bad things. bad things because he had to. yet that scared jimin.

"i don't think i could hate you even if i was allowed to." he continued once he realized the grim reaper was still lost in his own thoughts.

"why?" when yoongi spoke, it was like all of jimin's nervous were being plucked and strewn like that of a harp.

"because we're fated for some reason."

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