"A love story that shook the whole world."
Falling for the same gender is one thing. Them being in the same boyband is another thing. But coming from a conservative country with millions of fans and a company that restricts dating? Yikes.
One messy...
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Jungkook stands in the practice room, watching the most ethereal dancer he has ever laid eyes on.
When Jimin dances, he doesn't just dance. Jimin wove and turned, his balletic movements graceful, matching the music surrounding him. His slender legs glide across the slick door, perfectly controlled. His arms outstretched as if he's soaring through the air.
And then he stops.
And then the music stops and Jungkook catches his breath, caught by the power of nothingnes.
After holding his ending pose for a few seconds, Jimin collapses onto his knee, propping himself up with his hands. He pants in exhaustion, his back heaves with every breath.
Jungkook finds himself unable to look away. His eyes trail from Jimin's disheveled hair covered in sweat, to every agile curvature of his body. But one thing that he cannot tear his gaze away from is the beads of sweat that are trickling from Jimin's sharp jawline to his pale, smooth neck. His heart rate, once again, quickens.
Snap out of it, Jungkook tells himself. He doesn't know why he's still having these stupid feelings. The day after the practice room incident, he was nervous to death to confront Jimin. But Jimin approached him with the same kindness and playful manner. It was as if nothing's happened. Jungkook figured they must have been under the influence of alcohol. He thought everything would go back to normal.
Apparently not.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop his heart from beating so fast just by looking at Jimin. He couldn't stop himself from thinking or worrying about him. He couldn't stand seeing Jimin touching the other members. He kept having this annoying urge to reach out and touch him. And worst of all...he couldn't stop himself from staring at his lips and wondering how they would feel like on his.
Jungkook's not dumb. Despite of how annoying these things are, he's well aware of what they are trying to tell him. That he's harboring some kind of infatuation towards his hyung. But why? Last time he checked, he didn't have any attraction to men. He's liked girls before. He had a crush on IU.
The only logical explanation he can give himself is that he's been spending too much time with Jimin. Maybe these feelings will go away once he hangs out with the other members more...or talk to more female ARMYs.
"You're still here?" Jimin asks. He glances at Jungkook and gets back on his feet. As he makes his way over, he shakes his head lightly so that his hair falls into place.
"Yeah, I was going to practice after you." Jungkook replies, shoving his hands into his pockets shyly.
Jimin nods, giving gives him a weak half-smile. Intense practice must've taken a toll on him. He leans over to Jungkook and puts his head on him, relishing at his head fits perfectly with the crook of his neck.
At the sudden contact, Jungkook's body stiffens. Skinship is so natural to Jimin, but for Jungkook, it's like a mix of heaven and hell. Heaven because it feels so nice. Hell because he craves for more but knows he can't. Jungkook would've let Jimin rest on him for long time, but it's getting overwhelming. As idols, they have to wear cologne often. But Jungkook finds that he likes Jimin's natural smell the best, with a mix of his lavender detergent. Standing so close to him, Jungkook can smell it as if his scent is filling the room. That combined with Jimin's body warmth sends shivers throughout his body.
