𝕵𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘 | ᴊɪᴋᴏᴏᴋ

15

Jimin walked into class expecting the usual cold air from the AC and his dance instructor welcoming him into his almost empty dance room. He expected to see his 18 classmates just sitting on the ground staring at a clearly late Jimin, but what Jimin took in was actually the opposite.

The once vast dance room was for once hot and stuffy since it was filled with other students. Maybe like another 10 people were there in the dance room, focusing on what they were being instructed.

Jimin quickly walked in, dropping his bag near the door and took his position behind the rest of the dancers.

"Jimin, nice to have you back, bud." His instructor said loudly over the music. Jimin smiled sweetly at her and bid her a cute thank you. Mrs. Choi was her name; sweet lady who adored Jimin to bits.

Once the music ended, Jimin sat on the floor and waited on Mrs. Choi to explain to him why there were more people in the room. "So, Jimin. Since you were a little late, you didn't hear the announcements." Mrs. Choi sent him a knowing look which Jimin shied away from. "I have decided to merge my two smallest classes together since, ya know, they're small and because you are both apart of Mr. Choi's vocal class." She laughed. Yes. Mr. Choi is Mrs. Choi's husband. They had just gotten married this summer that just passed and they seem to be very happy with each other.

"So these will be your new classmates, along with another boy, who will be your partner by the way for the rest of the school year. But he's not here yet."

Jimin hummed at that. He felt kind of nervous because he's never had a partner before. But he was also excited. Who knows? Maybe they'll become friends. Jimin's always ecstatic to make new friends.

"I'm late again! I'm sorry, Mrs. Choi!" Jimin turned to look at the guy who was bent over catching his breath. But as Jimin recognized that face he felt his breath being knocked out of him. Quickly, he turned away and crawled to his bag, pulling out his black bucket hat.

"Oh, shush Jungkook. You're always late. No point in apologizing if you continue to do it." Mrs. Choi playfully glared at him. "So, some news for you: your class is merging with my other smallest class since they're both small and share the same vocal instructor and another thing, you also have an assigned partner for the rest school year." Swiftly, Mrs. Choi turned to only not find Jimin beside her. "Jimin?"

Jimin wanted to dig his own grave and crawl into it. Squeezing his eyes, he released a sigh. Preparing to face what he's dreaded most; running into jungkook on campus.

"Y-yes Mrs. Choi?" Jimin stood like he wanted to bury his head in between his shoulders just like a turtle does in its shell. He looked down at his shoes and played with the hem of his cute oversized grey long sleeve.

"J-Jiminie–" Jungkook started, flinching at the sight of him. He took at the beauty standing in front of him which was Jimin. Perfect little Jimin.

Pfft. Perfect little Jimin who broke his heart is what he means.

Jimin's dark brown eyes which often resembled warm melted dark chocolate when he would look at him, were now cold and bitter like a coffee that was left out in the cold for hours. "It's Jimin." No smile nor a glint of happiness to see him, just emotionless.

"Oh? You guys know each other?" Mrs. Choi looked in between them, staring at both their expressions. Clearly, they seemed on bad terms.

"Yes, we do."

"No."

Mrs. Choi hummed and lifted an eyebrow, now understanding the situation. They were dating and now are fighting.

Well, they never even dated, only went out together and made out and Jimin gave Jungkook a blowjob but Mrs. Choi didn't need to know that.

"Jimin, what are you doing here?" Jungkook walked closer and cupped his cheek. It wasn't purposeful, but more on instinct. Jungkooks shoulders slumped in relaxation after feeling the soft warm skin on Jimin's cheek and seeing the red tint of blush hitting them because of him.

Yet Jimin had to ruin that.

Jimin flinched at the light touch of Jungkooks cozy hand. He wanted so much to keep it there but he resisted the urge and roughly removed it. "D-don't touch me."

"Sorry." Jungkook sighed and bit his lip. "Anyway, why are you here? In my dance class."

"This is also my dance class." Jimin adverted his eyes. He knew he should have told him since the beginning. "I go to school here."

"Wait, why didn't you tell me?" Here was Jungkook and Jimin having a full conversation in the middle of class while they're instructor just stared.

"It just never came up, okay?" Jimin was already getting frustrated. He was getting tired of acting like he didn't like him and it had only been such a little time since the pink fluff had rebuffed the playboy bunny.

"Oh, that is so not true! We talked lots about school and what you did but you never mentioned you went to the same school as me!" Oh. Well, now they were arguing. Funny how things escalate in just a few seconds.

Jimin scoffed, staring at Jungkook in disbelief. "Well, it's not like we're dating! I don't have to tell you everything about myself, now do I?"

That shut Jungkook up. And Jungkook just hated that he was right. He didn't have to tell him anything he didn't want to. He was basically nothing to Jimin.

Jimin and Jungkook kept silently staring at each other with so much annoyance. The whole class was quiet along with the Mrs. Choi and they all thought this was gonna be one hell of a year.

Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook, who would've thought that the schools good boy would ever have his eyes on the infamous playboy.

"Woo! This sexual tension will make you the best dance partners in history. Just imagine when you guys finally dance to this weeks concept; the stage is going to be on fire." Mrs. Choi bragged.

"Ooh, about that!" she stuck a finger up in the air like she'd just remembered something. She moved gracefully to the front and began. "Now, today I want to see you dance individually. Wanna see your types of dancing, what you are strong in and what you are not that strong in. I just want to get to know in what I can help you improve in. That is my job, after all!" She chuckles. "So everyone! Gather around, make yourself comfortable because I will be calling you guys up."

A lot of students groaned and panicked since maybe some of them weren't prepared. But if they weren't prepared to dance, how were they qualified as dancers?

Immediately, both Jungkook and Jimin lifted their arms first, seemingly forgetting their petty argument. They were now practically begging to be chosen first.

"Oh! I wanna go first!"

"Pick me! Pick me!"

Pinky was standing on the tip of his toes and wildly waving his hand in the air with the most precious smile on his face. The same with Jungkook. He had abruptly gone from tough playboy bunny to soft cuddly baby bunny with the most innocent round and doe eyes. It was adorable how much passion they both equally had for what they did.

"I saw Jimin's hand up first!" Mrs. Choi pointed at Jimin which brought a giggle to escape his mouth. He walks to the front of the room where Mrs. Choi stood. He gave instructions on which song he specifically wanted and positioned himself to start.

Jungkook so did not peg Jimin for an R&B kind of guy. When he heard Chris Brown playing as Jimin moved swiftly, and sexily, might he add, he really was in a state of shock. He expected Jimin to be into some ballet or contemporary dance, something sweet to match his personality but just seeing that Jimin is clearly not lacking in his sexy dance and seeing how he somehow makes the dance moves seem so elegant and so him, Jungkook couldn't help the little flutter in his heart and the twitch in his pants.

Oh Jungkook, you know just how to ruin the moment.

Jungkook took a gulp as he watched Jimin hip thrusting and grinding on the floor. He was totally not turned on by this (note the denial). He was just astounded by how Jimin's persona changes from a cute fluffy pink mochi to a beast ready to attack its prey.

Through the mirror, Jimin just watched Jungkook. Eyes connected now and full of need...lust...want.

God, they wanted each other so bad but only Jungkook was able to admit that out loud. Only he was willing to risk things; only he was who truly wanting to be with Jimin. But Jungkook wasn't seeing these things from Jimin. Jimin was too precautious; he was too scared.

And if Jimin wasn't willing to take a risk, Jungkook would have no other choice than to forget him.