Love Is Not Over

Are You Okay?

"Am I going too fast?"

"No." A girl answered as she bit her lip. "It's perfect."

"You're so big."

"Excuse me?" Jungkook turned his head toward a girl in the front.

"Uh...your moves. Your moves are big." She nervously said.

Jungkook cleared his throat and continued. "Right. Well, I think that's enough for today."

The girls all whined at Jungkook's dismissal. Some packed up and left the dance studio while others stayed behind to gawk.

Jungkook wasn't just the choreographer, he also owned the studio. Word got around that the owner of Nochu Studio was hot and his dancing was no joke. This lead to women signing up for his classes every week to drool over him.

He didn't mind it as long as he got to dance, teach, and get money out of it.

"Can I get your number? You know, in case I have problems with the choreography." One girl batted her lashes and the others rushed over like a flock of birds.

"Sorry, girls, but he's taken." A pink haired boy squeezes his way in between the crowd of girls toward Jungkook.

"Who are you?" They stare him down.

"I'm Park Jimin. I'm one of the choreographers here and I'm also his boyfriend." Jimin clings onto the younger's arm and smiles at the girls.

"Boyfriend?" They all look at Jungkook for confirmation.

"Yes. He's my boyfriend." He places his hand over Jimin's, giving it a little rub.

With looks of disappointment, the hungry predators disperse.

"Thanks, dude."

Jimin lets go of Jungkook's arm and nods. "Why don't you just get a girlfriend instead of pretending to be gay?"

"Nah, I'm fine being single." He bends over to pick up his duffel bag and walks out of the studio with Jimin following behind.

"If you get a girl, you'll have someone to go places with. That way you don't have to call me up all the time. If you pick the right girl, she'll make you breakfast and skip right to dessert, if you know what I mean." Jimin nudges Jungkook on the shoulder and wiggled his brows.

"I have Gureum to keep me company."

"But you can't screw Gureum."

"Jimin, I don't have time for this. I have to hit the gym before my brother's wedding." Jungkook throws his bag in the trunk of his black Mercedes and walks to the driver's side.

"It's in three hours. Why don't you skip the gym to get ready?"

"This body doesn't happen on its own."

"Whatever. You're crazy."

"Are you gonna go with me or not?" Jungkook asks, eager to get a good workout.

"To fuck?" Jimin asks enthusiastically.

"To the gym you idiot." Jungkook lifts his foot up to kick his friend, but Jimin dodges to the side, laughing. "We'll go for an hour, go home, get ready, and make it to the wedding on time. I promise."

"Go without me. It's gonna take me a while to get ready."

Okay. See you at home, then." Jungkook waves goodbye, slips into his car, and drives away.

Jimin shakes his head as he watches Jungkook disappear in the distance.

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"Where are you?"