Slave To The Rhythm

Chapter 3

Hoseok walked back upstairs, the only thing on his mind being Jimin's soft skin. He looked so delicate, yet tempting in that thin shirt. He entered his bedroom, noticing that his fiance was still in the shower. He decided to open the doors to his balcony, walking out and leaning on it, taking in the sight below him. It was Jimin, and he was dancing. Dancing beautifully, may he add. He watched the boy intensely, taking in his every move. His body looked flawless as it moved, and it had him wondering how he would move once he was under him. Hoseok shook those dirty thoughts away, continuing to watch Jimin do his thing.

Jimin danced, lost to the world. He felt the breeze pick up, tickling his senses. As he rolled and flipped, his shirt rode up to his chest, briefly exposing him to the cold wind, making goosebumps rise as it blew over his sweat. He loved the feeling and danced for another half hour. Finally he flops down, exhausted. He combs back his hair with his hands and at last, opens his eyes. As he looks up at the sky, breathing heavily, he spots Hoseok watching him from his balcony. He instantly looks away, blushing hard. His whole body heat up with embarrassment. Holy cow! How long has he been watching him? He literally gave him a full show...
He forgot to notice that this spot was right under his balcony. Damn. He gets up and dusts his shorts and goes to the benches. He catches his breath then picks up his book and walks towards the house deciding to take a shower to wash off the sweat.

The exposure of Jimin's body heightened Hoseok's senses. His lips slightly parted as he imagined all he could do with the boy. Noticing that Jimin was looking up at him, he slightly smirked. He had noticed. He chuckled as the boy turned away, looking embarrassed and flustered all at once. He remained silent, simply watching him disappear inside the house again. He would meet him again soon anyway.

"Honey, what are you doing out here?" Jimin's mother said, slightly surprising Hoseok. "Oh.Um... I needed some fresh air." he lied, looking back at her.

"Oh, well I think we should be eating dinner soon. " she said with a smile.
"I'll have Sofia cook one up shortly." he said, kissing her nose, heading to the door. Before he could reach the door, he turned. "Oh, and that boy of yours really can dance." he commented, closing the door behind him.

Jimin nearly runs up to his room, hoping he doesn't see Hoseok on the way. He just couldn't handle more of him for today. He quickly enters and closes his door behind him. He throws his stuff on the table and crashes on the bed.
After screaming into the bed and thrashing in frustration for a while he gets up huffing. He rips off his clothes and goes into the shower. He had a nice long hot bath, relaxing his muscles. Coming out, he wipes himself and carefully chooses long sleeved tee and capris. The tee clung to his muscles, accentuating his body though he himself never thought much about it. He sits down to surf the net till it's time for dinner, already dreading seeing his step father again.

After telling Sofia to set up dinner, Hoseok went upstairs to take a quick shower. He was still grimy from the sex, and wanted to look presentable for dinner. By the time he had finished showering, Sofia had announced that dinner was ready.
Jimin's mother slowly opened the door to Jimin's room. "Jimin, honey, dinner is ready. Come downstairs now." she smiled, looking at him fondly. She entered the room, closing the door behind her. "So...what do you think of him?" she asked him hopefully, regarding Hoseok. Her son's acceptance was very important to her.

Jimin takes off his headphones as his mom enters. He smiles at her happily, though his heart sank a bit at the prospect of dinner. When faced with the question, he knew how important it was to her. He couldn't ruin it for her. She was so happy.

"Mr Jung seems to be a good man. I didn't really get time to interact with him much so I can't really say much but, he seems like a capable man."
He chuckles as he adds
"Especially if this is all his work"
He points to the lavish house.
He chews his lip, wondering how to phrase his curiosity.
"Umm mom... Did he, did he say anything about... Me?"
He was hoping he hasn't said anything weird to her.

Jimin's mother smiled at his response. He wasn't negative, so that was a good sign.
"Yes, he does live in quite a luxury doesn't he?" he slightly giggled.
"But he has talked about you!" she beamed. "He did say you were different from others he's met, but I'm sure he meant it in a nice way. Oh! And he complimented your dancing! He said you could really dance!" she clapped her hands together happily. "How does he know you dance though?" she asked, slightly curious. She had never seen Jimin dance anywhere near Hoseok since they've arrived.

Jimin colours a bit on the mention of his complimenting him. Curse the dance... Aishhh... That dance. Why did he have to dance right there for him to watch as he pleases. He'll never dance there again. He turns to his mom, trying to fix his expression.
"Ah... Mom... I, actually, I was feeling a bit stiff so I just, I was dancing on that marble floor on the lawn below. I didn't know it was right under your balcony.!"
He chuckles nervously.

"I... Uh... Saw him in the balcony when I finished so maybe he saw me that time..."
He brushes back his hair nervously as he closes his laptop and gets set for dinner.
"Shall we go down then? Mr Jung must be waiting."
They walk out of the room together and go down the stairs to the living room.

"I see.." she replied. So it was when she found him outside after her shower.
Agreeing to go down to dinner, she followed Jimin, to the surprisingly empty living room. "Hoseok must still be getting dressed." she said, smiling. She then turned to Jimin, looking unsure. "Jimin, do you think I'm too old for Hoseok?" she asked, looking down. She was indeed older than the man, almost 10 years older to be exact. Her thirties were catching up to her, and she felt old. "He's just so youthful, and I'm elderly." she said.

Jimin walks to his mom and hugs her from behind, his arms around there shoulders and pecks her cheek.
"No mom... Actually, I had no idea that you were older. I was very surprised to know about it. My mom is so beautiful, and cheerful and bubbly, how can she ever appear old? Mr Jung is really, really lucky you know. I'm jealous!"
He chuckles.
"Let's go sit? He must be coming too. And please don't think about it again!"
He lets go and pulls a chair for her as she sits and sits in front of him, leaving the place beside her, his favorite, for her new husband willingly. He will make sure that it's just perfect for her.

She smiled and kissed his forehead. "Ah, what did I do to deserve such a son?" She sat down, just as Hoseok came downstairs. He was wearing an all black attire that fitted him well. "Sorry for the delay! It was harder to pick an outfit than I anticipated." he chuckled, leaning down to give Jimin's mother a quick peck. "Honey, if you don't mind, I'd like to sit next to Jimin." he sweetly smiled. "It'll be a good chance to really bond."
Jimin's mother suspected nothing and smiled widely. "Of course! I'm glad you two are getting along!" she beamed.
Hoseok took a seat next to Jimin, a slight smirk displayed on his face. The boy was wearing another revealing shirt, right after Hoseok had suggested that he cover up. Maybe it was time for a little lesson.