Intoxicating [VMinkook]

Seventy Three

Numb To The Feeling - Chase Atlantic

(This chapter is like the other chapter, where they're speaking here in Spanish but I translated it to English instead to not keep having to go the comments for translation)

Calm.

That's how Jimin is right now, very calm.

He ties his shoes with perhaps a faint whistle from his puckered lips as he waits outside of the studio since he doesn't have the key to get inside, but it's not like he's impatient.

Not now at least.

As the clock continues to tick and Jimin texts Jeongguk and Taehyung in the group chat so they can calm down, he hears the squeaking of shoes in a distance. He didn't even have to look up to know who it was and just the idea itself made a small smile twitch his lips. So he wanted until there was a pair of feet is standing in front of him and he decides to look up, meeting Taemin's face.

The other male wasn't even looking at him, only adverts his focus from the phone to the door and takes out the key to open it, storming inside without even waiting for Jimin.

Aw he must be mad.

In other cases Jimin would be worried for him but now he just feels smug. He knows he pissed him off, but oh well, at least he's here. So Jimin tries to hide it very well this slithering smile as he gets to his feet and walks inside the studio, putting the blind down and locking the door whole Taemin goes across the room and yanks his jacket off. Jimin stands there for a moment or two, before going to the other side of the studio and puts his stuff down and begins to stretch.

The atmosphere is silent, yet the tension is very loud despite the distance between them. Taemin kept a firm stare to the mirror as he watches himself stretching his arms, clearly ignoring Jimin's tactics on catching his attention with his leg stretches that was definitely not going to work so easily.

After a bit of warming up, Taemin goes to Jimin with his phone, "Let's watch the video to get a perfect grasp of this before practicing."

Jimin only nods and stands beside him, looking down at the screen indifferently; acting neutral as the best tactic. Meanwhile he can feel Taemin gaze on him, practically glaring to the side of his head with a tight grip on his phone while video plays. However Jimin kept a focused gaze to the phone as he memorizes his role in the dance by following the female lead until it ends, turning to Taemin with a smile.

"Well, lets get started."

Without another word, Taemin puts the song on like in the video and they get to position on the floor. Due to Taemin being a dancer as it is based on experience, he caught onto the vibe of the song and the dance rather too quickly, now it was just practicing it with Jimin. At first Jimin was not yet too comfortable with the..... Femininity of his role, but he tried his best.

Yet that wasn't enough for Taemin, who got up and went to the radio, "Again."

They practiced over and over many times basically the beginning, but they couldn't even get down to the middle of the song because Jimin was just not letting himself go.

Accepting his affection for Taemin is one thing but accepting femininity is still not something to easily accept, no matter how hard he has tried.

And unfortunately it's not showing good results for the dance.

This was pissing Taemin off a lot to the point when he marched to the radio for the eighth time, he turns to Jimin with hands on his hips instead of restarting the song.

"Is this some kind of sick joke you're pulling?"

Jimin pants heavily from the ground, cheeks entirely flushed with his skin drenched with sweat, sitting up now with narrowed eyes, "What are you on about now?"