the air was crisp. it had fragrances like cinnamon and heat. lemons and cake. going up through the nose and appreciated by the workers cooking in the kitchen. appreciated by the people around waiting to eat the sweet deserts.
the big and beautiful home that they were in. it was country themed. carefully decorated by the household wife before she passed with the season. only three rooms were ever in full use before that night: the library, the fathers work room, and his sons room. all were grand in size where the young boy loved to dance and prance around.
his friends coming over to dance with him in the summer beautiful room. the sun beaming through the fluttering curtains. the majestic boy, catching the wind as it brought him flips and reaches.
one day as the boy was dancing in the wind outside, his father came up to him. his father was stern and old. he was still suffering the loss of his wife six years back. his heart was sixty years old and the boys was seventeen years old. his heart was pure gold waiting to be stolen by the jewel thief.
"jimin," the father spoke to his son. the boy, now known as jimin, stopped dancing in his room. he looked up to lock eyes with the man who gave him support up until the last six years.
"yes, father?" he would smile. the year, being 1973. it was a fresh early may. the month of flowers.
"go run around outside while the maids clean up for our guest." he clears his throat and turns around with his cane. "be respectful to him also. he's young and he's a potential new owner for our school, okay?"
that's right. the son of the principal. the principal of his own son. his late grandfather built the school and handed it down to jimin's father. it was a family business, but jimin wants to dance in the wind instead of sitting in an office all day.
"yes, sir," he bows. he looks down at his outfit. it was a white soft dress shirt and high-waisted black trousers. his feet were always bare. the seventeen year old had a childish figure in his heart.
jimin smirks when his father leaves. he prances out of the room and down the stairs. he doesn't forget to say hello to some of his friends that he created over the years.
"hey, jinsoo," he winks at the maid cleaning. she shakes her head and bids him to be safe outside. you never know when someone could snatch a beautiful boy like him.
the boy ran outside on the rock path. it lead him to behind the bushes and into a beautiful garden. he stood still and smiled. "hello," he spoke to the flowers. "ready for the show?"
jimin stands up straight and puts one arm out. he inhales softly in and starts dancing. he prances in the air with jumps. his black hair catching the wind perfectly as it lifts and falls back down. his plump cherry lips sucked in as he began going into focus. barely even noticing the sprinklers turning on to wet his body.
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"this is the room you will be staying in," the old man speaks. the younger man, his heart being aged thirty-one. "is that alright sir?"
"you can call me by my name, you know." the younger man smiles. a dimple pokes out of his cheek. he was dashing, maybe too dashing. he couldn't distract the students. but the students have kore fun with an attractive principal than an ugly mean one.
"that wouldn't be formal now would it?" the father smirked. he peaked put the window and lifted a brow. "i suppose you should meet my son." he sighs.
"son?" he puts down his small suitcases. he peaks out the window only to see nobody out there. the air catches him though. messing up his beautifully crisp brown hair.
"come," he waves a hand. the two walk down the halls. the new man looking around at the portraits. his eyes lock quickly with them, not making out the faces clearly. "his name is park jimin. he loves to dance. his room is in-fact right next to yours. you guys share a bathroom, if that's alright with you. you could also use a different bathroom although."
"it's okay," he shakes his head, "i had a roommate just about his age. i'm well used to the youth being around me."
"which makes you perfect for the job," he winks. both men laugh as they make their way outside. they walk down the stone pathway just like jimin pranced along.
"this is my son," he suddenly stops to speak. his arm lifted up to see a boy dancing in the sprinklers. he didn't notice them at first until his father spoke his name. his eyes trained to the new man in the acre. jimins matching eyes to the man locked. he stopped dancing and made his way to his father.
"jimin, you're wet." his father shook his head and made a noise of disgust. "i told you to look clean for the guest."
jimin bowed. "i'm sorry, father." his head stayed low for a fee seconds before he wiped his hand clean and handed it out for the new older man. "my name is park jimin. it's lovely being in your acquaintance."
"kim namjoon," he smirks. his eyes trailed up and down the boys wet body. the clothes stuck to him in places that made him look manlier than his facial looks. his plump lips were swollen and red and his eye lashes wet with water. his hair making the same water start dripping down his perfect porcelain skin.
the older man smirks. "it's a pleasure it meet you as well."
