Tinmuk
Jimin's eyes scanned him, slow and fascinated. "I like your silence. It's honest."
Namjoon's cheeks flushed, and for a moment, Jimin forgot his name, his crown, his duties. All he saw was Namjoon. All he felt was a spark, so foreign, so alive.
He didn't notice Jungkook watching from afar-eyes burning, fists clenched, heat building unnaturally in his body.