The Christmas Mix of Dynamite fits the mood.

Jungkook was sitting in front of the TV to distract himself from his angsty thoughts. Since he had received some e-mails from scouts this morning, Jimin sure had too. This was not per se bad because they both had to get their future together, but the idea that Jimin might leave and they would have to end what had barely started was taking a toll on him. He should have asked earlier. He should have been brave and just asked Jimin out months ago.

His doorbell rang. He twitched.

With a bad feeling in his guts he turned off the TV and went to get the door. As expected, he was greeted by Jimin's appearance. The dancer looked like he had run up the stairs.

"Hello boyfriend," he said and grinned, effectively pausing Jungkook's brain for a second or two.

"What?" he asked confused.

"Well, I arrogantly assumed that you would take me if I don't leave," the older explained still slightly out of breath and still grinning over both ears.

"Don't leave...?" The gears turned in Jungkook's head until he came to a very implausible conclusion. Jimin had not been scouted. But that was impossible.

"Stop thinking," the other told him and then he had an armful of Jimin and soft lips on his and who could think like this, honestly? All that mattered was that Jimin stayed and was in his arms right now. He stayed. The truth was slowly seeping into Jungkook's brain and causing a cascade of endorphins to wash through his system. He grinned into the kiss and pushed the door closed.

He could not tell how long they had been standing in the hallway and kissing away time, but he did not care either. He only knew that they were interrupted by a loud growl of Jimin's stomach, which made Jungkook break the kiss reluctantly. "Did you have breakfast?" he asked with a glance down at his... boyfriend's, he grinned... stomach.

"Nope," Jimin denied. "I wouldn't mind eating you though."

That was putting Jungkook in a predicament. For one he did not want to be inconsiderate and let Jimin starve, on the other hand that suggestion sounded damn tempting. He had held back for so long because things had not been clear between them, but now they were a thing and it would not lead to complications and he just wanted this so bad. But he was not a lecher, so he had to take care of his boyfriend's stomach first.

"Stamina needs food," he lectured and pulled the other into the living kitchen room. "I have beans and rice left."

But Jimin would not let him. Instead he was pushed against the doorframe and kissed again. "I can manage an empty stomach. Let's eat later, okay?" he asked sweetly and pressed his hip into Jungkook's growing erection.

Okay, maybe they could postpone the niceties. There really were better things to do.

Giving in, he pulled Jimin's legs up to fix them around his hips and carried the other into his room.

"Sexy," his boyfriend purred with a sly grin. Then he leaned in to whisper into Jungkook's ear, "I might want you to take me against the wall. Like back at the studio."

Jungkook groaned at the thought and followed suit by pushing Jimin into the door of his room. His nightly thoughts had been filled with that since the day it had happened, falling far behind the rutting and handjobs that had happened on his couch.

Still, it was not exactly easy to prepare someone in this position. "Next time," he rasped and was about to turn around to the bed when Jimin grinned even more mischievous.

"I might have anticipated this," his lover admitted, biting his lip, "and prepared."

Jungkook stared at him for a moment before he pressed him back against the door. "Is that so?" he asked with a grin of his own.

Jimin's hand produced a condom pack from somewhere and held in in front of Jungkook's face. "To the sky, remember?"

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"They did not take me," Jimin opened up once Jungkook had sat down with him at the small table. "I got three mails that all told me how great of a performance that was but that my style was too ballet and they would like to see something more contemporary. A little messier, one of them said." He snorted.

"If you change that, will they take you in summer?" Jungkook asked gently. It must have been like a slap in the face for Jimin.

His boyfriend looked up at him with a flat stare. "I graduate in summer," he deadpanned. "Those people can suck my- well, whatever, I decided to take hip hop classes next semester."

Jungkook's eyes widened. "Hip hop? Why?" he wanted to know. Not that he was not happy that Jimin tried his style, but he could not really imagine a ballet dancer doing streetstyle. On the other hand, he had accomplished a contemporary performance as a hip-hop dancer, so that might be hypocritical of him.

"I thought about it for a while," his boyfriend said while staring into the off. "I could develop a new style when I mix my ballet with modern dance."

That sounded rather brilliant, and a funny idea popped into Jungkook's mind. "If you need a partner for your graduation performance, I'll gladly help," he offered shyly.

Jimin smiled at him warmly and leaned over the table to place a soft kiss on his lips. "I'd love that."

>>The End<<

I hope you liked it. Leave me a comment :)

I know I should not apologize for not writing the smut since this is my story, bla bla, but I know some people will complain, so here is why: I just can't bring myself to do it for this story. This was supposed to be about dance and a sweet love story. I did not find it befitting. It seemed forced and too dirty for this story, so bear with me. You have an own imagination, use it.