Intoxicating [VMinkook]

Seventy Eight

Sweet Lies - EXO

(Note: So usually 2min's conversations will be in Spanish when written but it's translated to English, since that's something they're both comfortable speaking to each other in person while Taemin continues to learn)

The music blares loudly, obviously not loud enough for the RA to come complaining through the door but loud enough to practice the dance with a good volume.

It's been possibly two hours, maybe less, that they've been practicing and practicing the whole song and each time Jimin wasn't satisfied. No matter how many times Taemin told him that he's gotten better, he doesn't feel better at all.

He doesn't see improvement.

And that alone is frustrating him.

It's seriously pissing him off.

"Jimin enough," Taemin pants as Jimin goes to the radio, ready to restart the song once again, "The more we practice the more we will burn out and be in pain for tomorrow."

Jimin rolls his eyes and turns to him, "I don't feel like I'm doing a good job."

"You're doing better than before-"

"But I need to do perfect!" Jimin snaps, running his fingers through his hair, "I need to get a good grade and I need to show good results for my colleges-"

Taemin places his hands on Jimin's shoulders, forcing him to look at him back, "Listen to me," He says sternly, making Jimin zip his lips defeatedly, "You've been working your ass off and I've seen it first hand. You're going to do great and you'll be fine, I promise."

Hearing those words coming from Taemin felt like a wave of warm water, almost relaxing and reassuring. Not only because it's Taemin saying this, but Taemin's as an experienced dancer. If he says Jimin will be okay than he will be okay with a little more confidence.

This moment where their gazes locked they could feel this energy shift between them. It's calm unlike the other times but it's still tense, almost as though they should be doing more than just staring at one another.

More than what they are not suppose to do.

Or the more that they refuse to fall into the temptation.

However the vibrating of Jimin's phone snaps them from this trance, making Taemin drop his hands while Jimin grabs his phone from the coffee table.

Namjoon:
Come over soon, we need to practice our shooting range. Boss's orders.

Just what Jimin needed.

It's not like he doesn't know how to properly use a gun for him to be present, shit.

So with a heavy roll of his eyes, Jimin sighs, "I have to go, work calls."

Taemin hums under his breath and sits on the couch, taking his phone out without sparing him a look.

"Have fun."

Oh there was so many things wrong with what he just did.

So many strikes on Jimin's already annoyed patience.

The attitude, the wave of his hand in a dismissing way, the fact that he was possibly texting that girl was the volcanic eruption that bubbles inside Jimin's soul. It irks Jimin so badly how unfazed Taemin is by anything he does now.

He fucking hates it.

"Whatever," Jimin mutters, turning to the door, "Maybe I'll get some dick tonight if I'm lucky. Wish me luck."