flipped

forty.

마흔

     he's beautifully moving and jimin can only do but stare. he is sitting beside the music system in an indian sit. he eyes are fast as he follows jungkook's moves.

     it's all coming back, the time he uses to dance. it's so fresh he can see the flaws younger makes. his heart clenches as the moves come back to him. somehow he feels no bad memories coming back, only the good ones, the ones he loves. the one he cried, for the one he wanted to continue dancing for but the haunting memories never left him.

      when jungkook finally stops, he's heaving. but when he looks at jimin starstruck, he smiles, asks, "did you like it?"

     jimin shakes his head slightly, his bangs swaying. "it was beautiful."

     "really?" jungkook beams, sits beside him and picks up the water bottle only to have jimin hold his wrist.

     "not right after dancing." jimin furrows. "it's unhealthy." he kisses his grip and jungkook keeps the bottle aside, nods. jimin picks up the bottle, keeps it on his own lap.

     "okay," he smiles, looks down at jimin's hands. he wears to take them but he doesn't. jungkook has always been the brave one but at that moment he couldn't do it. "i have my recording today." jungkook smiles, eyes up and staring at jimin's.

     "for your debut song?" jimin asks, curious. his fingers are circling around the bottle cap as he speaks.

     "yeah and i've helped write it. i'm not that good at it but i'm trying and they liked the part i've contributed into, so some of my lyrics made into the song. it's a great feeling." the excitement is clear in his voice but there is fear too and jimin senses it.

     he keeps the bottle aside and holds jungkook's hands. "what is it?" he asks, voice soft and caring.

     "what if i fail?" he looks at jimin's finger's holding his tight and in the best way possible. "i don't want to fail," he mumbles, whispers low.

     "you won't. you're so goo―"

     "the new boy group did," jungkook interrupts. "they failed. the company already regrets debuting them. i'm a single entity, what good am i going to do?" he laughs, bitter and tired.

     jimin sighs, purses his lips. he doesn't know how to console. "you won't fail jungkook. i can see you dance you're one of the best i've seen."

     "i have flaws and i know it," jungkook admits, blunt about himself. he thinks before he speaks, "will you help me with my flaws?"

     a bold move. bold but genuine.

     jimin gnaws at his bottom lips. he wants to but also he doesn't. he's in a dilemma. but the look jungkook has on him makes him take the decision.

     "i will."

❝your flaws make you flawless❞

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     a/n: it's funny how everybody seems to think such cute theories like jackson liked taehyung and therefore jimin got hurt. y'all gonna blast when you know how dark it's gonna be and you're gonna hate me and the characters.
     (but pwease don't hate me i'm an innocent oversensitive baby)