蓬鬆|fluffy°yoonmin

Fluff [finale]

a/n; quite a lot of time has passed and all that court and sentencing thing has been sKIPPED
plus, many things are different now

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Jimin's heart was ecstatic as it thrummed against his rib cage. His breath left in small pants as the curtains in front of him slowly slid shut, accompanied with the audience's cheers.

Once they completely met each other, did Jimin relax his posture, and wipe the sweat off his forehead, smiling in triumph.

Jisoo, the backstage head supervisor, came up to him, grinning. “Excellent performance as usual.” She ushered him off the stage, while the dancers in queue took their positions.

Jimin caught a towel she threw at him and slung it around his neck.

“Okay, so be here on Tuesday, I just got a mega contract for you.” The raven haired girl checked her clipboard. “Seriously, this dude can be the turning point.”

“Thanks. I will.” Jimin couldn't be happier. As he turned around to hit the shower, Jisoo called out to him.

“Hey Jimin, I'm glad you decided to get serious about dancing.” She commented enthusiastically, before rushing off.

Jimin was glad too. After the whole...kidnapping incident, dancing really helped him loosen up. Plus, practising so hard was strengthening his muscles, so he wasn't exactly weak anymore.

He headed off to clean up and then exited out the back door of the studio, hoping that the bus hadn't left already.

What he met instead made him stop in his tracks.

“Yoongi?” Jimin blinked at the sight of his boyfriend leaning against a Mercedes, waiting for him in the parking lot. His suit coat was slung on one arm and dark shades adorned his eyes.

Yoongi took off his sunglasses and grinned, holding out his arms.

Jimin squealed and ran into them, making Yoongi spin him around.

“I thought you weren't coming back for another week!” Jimin exclaimed. He booped Yoongi's nose and grinned up at him. “Your hair looks so long.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” Yoongi cupped his face and pressed a kiss onto his lips. “Beautiful performance, by the way.”

Jimin blushed. “I didn't see you.”

“You weren't supposed to. I told you, it was a surprise.” Yoongi stepped back and opened the car door. “After you, my prince.”

“Nskdnwkkwks, stop.” But he got in nevertheless.

Once they exited the parking lot, Jimin turned towards the latter.

“How d'you like my hair? I wanted to match with Holly.” he indicated his natural brown locks.

“Amazing. They look better than pink, which is saying something.” Yoongi ruffled them, messing the hairstyle up.

Jimin pushed his hand away, laughing.

“How was Malaysia?” he asked, digging in his bag to bring out a water bottle.