Track 07

Chapter Thirty-One

You push the heavy door open and enter Yoongi's Palace, well it's called that for now, but at the end of the day it's gonna be Yoongi's Golden Closet.
"Wait, let me help you!" Jimin rushes towards you and takes the two containers with paint from you. "Wow they're heavy." He says. "We got a lot of walls to paint." You answer while rolling up your sleeves. Jimin is the first one there. Yoongi only allowed you to repaint his studio, if he doesn't have to lift a finger. So him and Namjoon are at his place to work on some new lyrics. You have recorded all the songs you wrote so far. But there are still 3 left from Jimin's CD.

Jungkook and your sister will be coming later, so you and Jimin start by yourselves. "Alright, let's do this!" Jimin did already push all the couches aside, so you can start right away. He takes off his jeans shirt under which he wears a tight black V-neck. His light jeans are ripped and splattered with white paint everywhere, they look expensive.
Jimin notices you looking at his pants: "These are my 'my other clothes can't get dirty'-pants." He laughs. "I use them if I do stuff like this. They were pretty cheap, maybe that's why they shrunk a bit, they are pretty tight." You don't mind. He bends down to pour the paint into a smaller container. You don't want to, but your eyes can't keep off of his beautiful butt in these really tight jeans.

"Jimin?" "Mhm?" He's concentrated not to spill the paint. "Do you remember that you told me, you dance?" "Yes." He's done pouring the paint and hands you one of the two small containers and a paint roller. "I've never seen you do it." "I know." He laughs. He knows exactly what you're implying, but doesn't want to make it too easy for you. "Show me something. Today we even have the space for it. Come on. I wanna see you dance." You beg him. He shakes his head and turns around to face the wall. "Pleeeaaaseee!" You look at him with puppy eyes, although he can't see it.

"I can't dance without music." He simply says while starting to paint over the red wall. "Well, we can change that." You say and take out your phone. "What music do you usually dance to?" You look at Jimins body stretching to reach the upper part of the wall. His shirt is only covering half of his back. He's got venus dimples, you notice. "Anything actually. Wait, do you got Youth by Troye Sivan?" Your eyes start glowing: "Of course, I love this song!"
You start playing it.

What if? What if we run away?

Jimin puts away the paint roller and softly pushes you aside. "You ready?" He asks, looking into your eyes. You nod heavily. And then he starts.

His body moves in a way that you have never seen anybody move. It's like he's flying. His motions are controlled and passionate at the same time. It's like he's a different person. He perfectly balances quick and slow movements. He swings his arms into the air and moves his feet in a completely different direction, and it totally works. He lures you into a different world. It's like he's flying and you are too, right next to him. The room, the smell of the paint, the red walls, everything vanishes. It's just him. There is nothing else. His hips move slightly and his head tilts backwards and sidewards. You can't take your eyes off of him. How does he do that? Who is this guy?

My youth is yours.

The refrain comes to an end and so does Jimin's choreo, he looks you in the eyes, his face sincere. His hair is wild from the movements and he breathes heavily.

You've never been attracted to a guy more than you are to him right now. You would love to go to him, hug him, run your hands through his hair and kiss him on his soft lips.

After the hypnosis wears off, you start clapping and he starts smiling:"I've been dancing to this song since three years now. It's one of my go tos." You clearly know why. This elegance paired with the smooth and cool movements, the hips hitting every beat perfectly and his body looking absolutely stunning.
Pff, boring, you think, a guy like Jimin could never be boring. Lynn was wrong.

"You wanna learn some moves from me?" He asks you shyly. You've always loved dancing, but never did it professionally. If a guy like Jimin offers you to teach you something you have to say yes. "Yes, please." You put away your paint roller while he comes forward to you and takes your hand. His hand is soft. It feels like a cotton-ball. He pulls you towards him strongly and you come flying into his arms. He lays one hand on your waist, while the other is still in yours.

Spotify starts playing the next song, since you searched for youth, the next one is called the same.
It's Youth by Daughter.
The wonderful guitar picks start and Jimin looks at you: "You just follow my movements alright?" He starts moving his leg forward, so you move yours backward. He moves his hips slowly and with his hand he controls your hips to do the same. Suddenly the beat starts, he turns you under his arm quickly and moves behind you, now kinda hugging you from behind. His movements are getting a bit quicker. He makes your feet move in a way they never have. You can smell him. The cotton, the freshly mowed lawn, all of it keeps coming back to you. You've never been so close to him. Your bodies move like they are one. He's taking control over yours.
And if you're in love, then you are the lucky ones.
The calming voice of the singer echos through the small room. The song is getting slower again and he comes closer. You could just turn around and kiss him. His head is next to yours, you could just turn your head and look at him. Just do it. Slowly, anxiously you're turning your head in his direction. You're not gonna make the same mistake twice.

All of the sudden, with a loud bang, the door is thrown open and Jimin instantly lets go of you and moves two steps away.