Chickadee - A Yoonmin Fanfiction

Part 23

•Yoongi•

Jimin's lips press against mine, his eyes dark with passion. My senses thrill with heat as he nudges his body against me, the sharp angles of his hips brushing into my own. It all feels deliriously good, and I am overwhelmed by a thirst for more.

The young man breaks away from me, gasping for air. I feel the brush of his tongue against my lower lip, and suddenly, our gazes intertwine.

Jimin's eyes burn with passion, but, for one moment, I notice a hint of insecurity cross his face. The dancer's fingers trace along my hips, but he doesn't move to kiss me again. I feel a twist of guilt, wondering if I did something wrong. Maybe backing Jimin against the wall was too assertive. Maybe he needs more time.

Or maybe, he wants to see if I'll initiate.

I feel my heart rate increase, responding to the timidity in his expression. Drawing Jimin closer, I nibble at the corner of his lip, watching his eyes melt into pools of dark ink. The dancer's tongue nudges between my teeth, and I open my mouth, pressing softly into him.

God, this is insane.

Jimin tilts his head to one side, the tip of his nose brushing against mine. "What are you grinning about?" He murmurs, spreading soft kisses along my chin.

I didn't even realize I was smiling. "Nothing." I breathe, nibbling at him gently. "It's just...this took a while, didn't it?"

"Mmmm." He hums. "I was wondering if you would kiss me back." 

"Wondering, or hoping?"

Jimin smiles bashfully, burying his face into my throat. "...Hoping."

"You shouldn't touch me like that." I moan, feeling tingles run up the side of my neck.

"How, this?" He flirts, nuzzling along the curve of my jawline. 

I feel my senses electrify at his touch. Desperately, I press the dancer into a kiss, feeling the ghost of his lips burning against my throat. If there was anything he could do to make me lose control, this would be it.

Dimly, I hear footsteps echoing in the hall outside. Jimin pulls back from me, letting out a frustrated sigh. "What time is it?"

I look up at the studio clock. "Almost nine." 

"Shoot." He whispers, scurrying away from me. I bite back my disappointment, confused by his sudden disengagement. Before I can ask him what's going on, the door knob turns.

"Jimin! How is practice going?"

I look up to see a middle-aged man stepping into the studio, his thin face framed by a pair of wire spectacles.

"Really good sir." Jimin gulps, bowing his head a little. "This is my...er, friend, Yoongi."

The strange man turns in my direction, extending a hand comfortably. "It's nice to meet you Yoongi! I'm Jimin's instructor, Mr. Mangjeol. Are you here to watch him practice?"

I blink at the man for a moment before remembering that, of course, we are in a dance studio. I'm not about to tell him that the main reason I'm here is to make out with Jimin, so I go for the next best excuse. "Yeah, actually, I'm a huge admirer of his."

The dark haired boy glances over at me, blushing delightedly.

"I'm glad to hear it." His instructor beams. "Jimin deserves more attention for his work. He puts so much effort into his choreography."

I feel myself warming to the guy already. "So, how long have you two been working together?"

"Pfffft, long enough to know all his other crazy friends." Mr. Mangjeol scoffs, raising an eyebrow at his student. "What are the names of those two? The ones who keep barging into class with live animals?"

The dark haired boy flushes with embarrassment. "Jungkook and Taehyung, sir."

"Aish, I can't believe them..." The teacher mutters, shaking his head in exasperation. "If they were in my program, they'd have been suspended months ago. You had better keep an eye on those two," he adds, glancing at me, "or they'll be kidnapping Jimin under your very nose."

I want to ask about the 'live animals' thing, but judging from the look on Mr. Mangjeol's face, that would mean entering into a very long conversation. "I seriously doubt they could steal him from me."

The instructor chuckles at this. "You never know with them. Now, I hate to change the subject, but I'm going to need that key." He says, giving Jimin an expectant smile.

"What key?" I ask, watching the dark-haired boy rummage through his pockets.

"We lock up all the studios at nine." Mr. Mangjeol explains. "Jimin has use of this room on weekends, so I give him a key, just in case I'm not around to close things myself."

"Oh...that makes sense," I say, nodding slowly.

"Are you guys almost done in here?" The man asks. "Technically, the academy closes now, but I'm sure you could stay later if you have unfinished business."

I look up at Jimin, watching his ears turn a pretty shade of pink. "No," I smirk. "I think we're done here."

The dance instructor smiles, oblivious to my teasing. "Great. I've got a few minutes before I need to get back to work, so I'll wait for the two of you to pack up your stuff."

"Thanks," Jimin responds, stooping to collect our bags. "Actually, I was wondering if you could give me a tip on my choreography..."

I step out into the hall, listening to the drone of their chatter. After a moment, Jimin comes to stand at my side, nodding thanks to his instructor.

"Where are you guys off to now?" The man asks, smiling at us pleasantly.

Jimin's face flushes with heat. "I don't think we've decided yet. We'll...we'll see what we're in the mood for."

"Well," Mr. Mangjeol sighs, looking down at his watch. "I have to finish locking up, but I hope your evening goes well!"

"Thanks." I say, shaking his hand again.

Jimin's instructor heads back through the hall, opening a door into his office. I wait until he has latched it behind him before speaking again. "He seems like a pretty good teacher."

"Oh yeah." Jimin beams. "He's awesome."

"He doesn't seem to like Jungkook and Taehyung though." I remark.

"He really doesn't." Jimin groans, leaning his head on my shoulder. "They once bought a live chicken into the studio and—"

"Wait," I interrupt. "How does someone even get a live chicken?"

"It was Tae's idea...something about rescuing her from gruesome slaughter. The point is, Mr. Mangjeol never really got over it."

I wrap my arm around the dancer's waist. "Your friends sound crazy. Are you sure I don't need to be worried about a kidnapping?"

"I'm sure. But you should meet them anyways. I think they'd like you."

"Just so long as they know you're mine." I say. "I am not fighting them for your attention."

Jimin glances up at me, looking suddenly serious. "Are we really...dating, then? Am I your boyfriend?"

I guide him against the wall, feeling my heartbeat quicken. "I don't know," I say, kissing the tip of his nose. "Are you okay with that?"

Jimin grins, pressing his lips against mine. "Yes. I am very okay with that."

"Good." I hum, trailing my hands down to his hips. "So...can I take my boyfriend home now?"

I don't really know what I'm doing, and to be honest, I don't care. The only thing I can think about is being with Jimin, and how right this all feels. Right now, I think I'd follow him over a goddamned cliff.

The dancer nudges closer to me, toying with the hemline of my shirt. "Sure." He murmurs, drawing me in with his eyes. "Let's go home."