1.1 | Just dance partners ✓

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NOT NOTHING

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While lying in his bed, Jimin was doing what is only done in the cliché stories. Sure he didn't write the list on paper, but instead he formed the columns in his mind - pros and cons of liking Naomi.

"She is almost as tall as me, I hate her attitude. I love her lips and I really like her eyes. She is funny, gentle and caring ... when she is not trying to murder me. She is really cute when she... And what the hell am I doing?"

The only thing that was left for him to do was to pick a flower and start counting "she likes me - she doesn't". Driving him to madness - that was the kind of effect she had on him.

Groaning in frustration, Jimin jumped out of his bed, tossing his bed covers aside in the process and walk-ran towards his bathroom. The best solution for his condition that he could come up with was a cold shower. Maybe the freezing water running down his body would kill any thought he had of Naomi.

After freshening himself up, he stood in front of bathroom mirror and ran his fingers through his damp hair making it even messier than it already was. He pushed his bangs aside revealing his forehead. His eyes from his hair fell over the lips of his reflection.

They were a little paler than usual, but it was because of the cold water. He slowly rubbed his point and middle finger over his upper and lower lip wanting to regain their average redness back. However it never occurred to him that his action would enforce his mind to travel to sinful places.

His thoughts flew back on the moment when his lips were all over Naomi's. Not only her scent, he could even remember the softness of her lips brushing against his. He remembered the kiss that panged in his heart like a love-shot as if it had happened just then and not few days ago.

He could almost feel how her body was melting inside his embrace. Her skin burning against his own, engaging a flame that made his mind send a pulsing signals to every nerve of his body.

Unconsciously, his other hand crept over the skin below his abdomen and curled behind the towel that was wrapped around his waist. He exhaled one harsh breath, pushing forcefully all the air out of his lungs. His eyes lost their vision of his reflection as he closed his eyelids. But they didn't meet the darkness because Naomi's face had appeared in his mind.

"Oh no, no ..."

It seemed like his own inner voice had snapped him out of his trance. He immediately threw his hands in the air as if they were going to attack him again, if he kept them near his skin.

Jimin swore under his breath because now he definitely needed another cold shower. He looked in the mirror and spoke to his reflection.

"Park Jimin, you have finally gone mad."

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Jimin was aware that the whole time he danced he was circling around Naomi like when a lion circles around his prey. But did he care that if she could look in his eyes she would see the hunger he felt? No, more to it - he wanted her to see it. If she could feel just a bit of what was raging inside him, she would know the truth.

They had one of their last practices before the dance competition when they decided to dance to the choreography for 'Mirotic'. Over the past few weeks before every practice they had, Jimin kept telling himself that today will be the day when he would finally confess to her. But every time he opened his mouth, not even a single word of affection would come out of it. He would only look at her, his throat would close instantly and the only thing he would manage to let out is a smile and a wave for goodbye.

"If you can't tell her Jimin, then maybe you should show her."

Those were the words of advice that Hoseok had spoken after he mocked him about his cowardice. And Jimin didn't even bother to correct him because deep inside he knew that he was afraid.

If she was any other girl he wouldn't have a problem with it. Hell, he didn't gain the playboy status out of nothing. But what would his confidence serve him for if he couldn't utter those three little words to Naomi. Since when it was so hard to say 'I like you'?

Just like every previous practice, this one too had passed before Jimin could even sense what was happening around him. His body was moving mechanically on the rhythm, but his mind was all over the place.

The last beats of the song echoed in the studio and reached to his ears, returning him back in reality. Just when the song finished with the last part 'I got you under my skin', Naomi was there. Maybe she wasn't under his skin, but against it was enough to drive Jimin to madness.

"What...?"

The last part of the choreography contained a lot of couple moves and skin contact, allowing them to finish in each other's embrace. But when the song had finished Jimin didn't move his hands away from Naomi's waist. She saw that he didn't have any intention of letting her go, and on top of all he grabbed her even closer to him. She whispered confusingly letting her heavy breaths to hit sharply all over his neck.

She warmed a hot trail that straitened every single piece of hair on his body. Her tremble vibrating in his arms caused Jimin to firm his hold tighter.

Naomi saw it - his intention. She saw the way his eyes left hers and traveled down towards her lips. Naomi knew that kind of look, because she had already experienced it with him. But even though the look was familiar, there was something entirely new in his eyes. He was not hiding it, so it was something she had yet to discover.

Jimin took one last sharp inhale and without a further hesitation leaned over her. To his surprise, Naomi welcomed him with open hands - or in this case with slightly opened lips allowing him to slide his tongue pass them and to let it fall in an erotic dance with hers.

There was no more teasing between them. The kiss was spellbinding, driven with only an animalistic hunger; like fueling an already raging fire and revealing a deepest buried truth.

When they broke away for air, Jimin didn't drew back any further than an inch. His forehead resting over hers and his lips were still hovering over Naomi's like they were ready to melt against hers at anytime.

Remembering what he had said after their first kiss, he decided that it was time to correct his mistake. He knew that after that kind of kiss, there was no more going back.

In a slow seductive way, he spoke while faintly brushing his lower lip over her mouth. If his lip-teasing wasn't enough to catch her breath away, then the spoken words did their magic.

"This is not nothing, Naomi..."

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This is my first update in 2019, so I wanted to make it kinda special. Thank you for reading!

THIA