Words snapping you back into reality, you blink deeply into his eyes and hold the stiff stare until a switch turns on in your brain and you break it into millions of broken pieces.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry." You scramble to get off his lap clumsily, pushing your weight off his muscled body.

You stand by his side, waiting for him to react to the awkward situation. But he doesn't even look at you. Instead he focuses on his own reflection in the mirror. He studies himself for a painfully long time. You stand there awkwardly fidgeting with the rings on your fingers. You twirl them around multiple times, impatiently waiting and counting down the seconds of silence.

He finally moves and leans forward, staring closely as he inspects his face in detail.

"Can you do something about this?" he requests, pointing at the smudged area of his lips. He still doesn't spare you a glance.

"Oh, sorry." You apologize, finally moving from still stance. You search the table for tissues or any type of cloth to fix it.

Your eyes capture a packet full of wet wipes lying open and you pull one from it. Slightly shaking you gulp and move closer towards him again. The familiar body heat radiates off him. Carefully, you rub the smudged area gently until the only tint that is visible is on his lips. You don't dare look into his eyes again, still embarrassed from a few moments ago, and pull back to stand next to him again.

You silently wait for him to dismiss. It was all you wanted from him at that moment.

He looks at the mirror again, moving his head side to side. Still not looking at you, he voices another suggestion. "Maybe a little eyeliner?"

You gotta be kidding me.

All you wanted to do was run out of that room, stuff your face in a pillow and scream. How the fuck did all the makeup artists manage to do this without completely falling in love with the guy?

You were starting to feel like Jungkook was only asking for eyeliner just to tease you. Feeling agitated, you sigh "Sorry bruv. That ain't my area."

You chuck the wet wipe onto the table, disrupting the neatly arranged make up tools, and turn around to leave. Before you can take a step a hand grabs your wrist, halting your escape.

"Noona" a low voice calls you.

You turn around to see Jungkook staring at you. His eyes wide and pleading like a sad little puppy. You feel yourself melt under his gaze. "Please?"

And with that small 'please' you felt like giving him not just some eyeliner but your entire heart. You sigh again, looking down at the ground. You were going to regret this.

I'm gonna kill that lady.

You pick up the pencil and position yourself, hovering over him. A small grin spreads over his face while he stares at you.

"Aren't you gonna close your eyes?" You ask.

"It's okay, I only want it on the bottom."

Which means he was going to have keep his eyes open. Great.

You lean in closely and try your best not to look into his eyes, afraid you might get trapped in them again if you so much as even glance at them. You hold your breath as you struggle to keep your hand still. You focus on the bottom part of his eye while praying to God you won't mess this up.

Keeping your hand steady, you manage to draw a smooth and faint line of black under both of his eyes.

"Okay!" you say. You lean back and admire your work, mentally praising yourself.

He inspects himself once again and parts his lips to release his thoughts. Before he can say anything the lady comes back. "Did you manage to finish?" she asks, breathing heavily as if she'd been rushing everywhere.

She takes one look at Jungkook, eyeing his features. "Oh dear God, what have you done to his face?"

You mouth drops open and then closes again, not knowing what to say. You bite your lips nervously and mumble a "sorry".

Jungkook chuckles at you showing both sets of his teeth. "It's okay, Noona. I actually quite like it." He assures her as the woman moves quickly to adjust his makeup.

He turns to me again "I'm guessing this is how they do makeup in your country?"

You frown at his remark, getting fueled up. Your mouth falls open again to say something back but the makeup lady interrupts you "You can go now dear." she orders, shooing me away with her a small flick of her hands. "I think you're much better off in the dancing compartment or something."

Your let out a huff, getting more angry by the second. You feel like screaming at her.

THAT'S WHERE I AM YOU DIPSHIT.

But instead you turn on your heel and walk away before you ended up doing something you regret.

You hear Jungkook quickly shout as you walk away, aggravated. "But thanks anyway!"

Ugh, whatever.

You feel so dumb for paying any attention to him.

.

"You got the best of me"

The music booms throughout the dance studio, floors shaking at the volume. You move along to beat and practice the same moves you've been working for the last few hours. When the music ends your body crumples to the ground. The muscles in your legs ache from the hours of hard dancing you put yourself through.

There we go. You did it.

You pant heavily, your chest rising and falling quickly as you try to catch your breath. You're body feels drained of energy. It reminds you of its needs as your stomach growls loudly.

"Food" you whine. You hold your stomach and rub it.

Disrupting your break, a clapping sounds comes from behind you. You feel footsteps growing closer and closer to spread body. You sprint up from your position and turn to face Jimin.

"Wow, gotta say that was even better than what I saw at the AMA's."

"Oh, thanks" You mumble, looking down at the floor. You didn't even realize someone had been watching, you were so focused.

You feel embarrassed, aware of your appearance representing a strangled gorilla. You anxiously try to push your baby hairs away from your forehead. Your body glimmers with sweat, proving your hours of hard work. You're only wearing a tight sports bra and sweats which meant that he could notice all the sweat dripping from your body.

You don't want Jimin to pay too much attention to you but he was just deadass staring at you. His eyes taking in your full appearance. As he moves closer to you he licks his lips and swallows. You can only imagine what was going through his brain right now.

You wipe the sweat off your upper lip and take out the hair from your messy ponytail. Your partly wet hair falls onto your shoulders. Your fingers run through it, ruffling it into a neat position.

"Um, what are you still doing here? It's like 2AM." You ask, breaking the heated silence between you.

"I could ask you the same thing." He replies, not breaking the gaze.

"Oh, I'm working on your song Best of Me." you explain "Mr. Son said it was one of the best songs on the album so he asked me to work on a choreography for it."

Jimin nods and finally looks away "Well what you just did was amazing so I'm sure he'll love it."

You smile at his compliment. He really did admire your skills. It makes you feel like you should repay him with loving affection but your mind confuses yourself in how to display it.

He brings his body closer to yours again "Do you mind..." he says as he continues close the distance between you both, slowly taking a step after another "...teaching me a few moves?"

An awkward "Uhm" escapes your mouth. Your mind switches back on and you take yourself to play the song again.

You only teach him the chorus because you were afraid he was going to spend a long time learning the whole dance just to find out that Mr. Son didn't even approve of it. Minutes zoom by soon leaving the clock to display the hands climbing towards 4AM. You pause the songs and then collapse again onto the floor, sweating more than before.

Jimin collapses next to you, panting. Two heads turn to meet eyes, two chest continue to rise and fall and two laughs sound from mouths.

"He'll praise you for it's complexity, that's for sure."

You reply with a breathy "yeah" and gaze at the ceiling.

"Where'd you learn how to move like that?" he suddenly asks, turning his body to face yours. He props his head on his hand, his elbow holding up the weight.

"Me?" you ask dumbly "I don't know. I just grew up dancing and got better as I practiced."

His eyes widen slightly at your answer "You mean you've never had dancing lessons or anything like that?"

You shake your head "Not really, it was just whenever a job opened up, like anything to do with being paid for dancing, I accepted it. It's all that I've been doing since I was 14."

"Anything to do with being paid for dancing?"

You look at him and see a small smile grow on his face. "Oh my gosh, except for that." You say, you knew what was going through his mind.

He laughs and gets up. He offers you a hand and helps pull your weight up. He lifts you to your feet.

"Shit, it's so hot." He says and in one swift move he removes his soaked shirt.

You gulp as his defined abs grow revealed. The sweat sticks to his hard stomach, making his muscles increasingly more hot and attractive. You attempt to discipline yourself to stop thinking about running your tongue all over his wet abs.

"Enjoying the view?" he says with a smirk as he watches you admire his body.

You clear your throat "Um, you know what. It's, uh, pretty damn late so I'm just gonna head back home."

You quickly move over to the side sofa of the room and start packing your bag with your belongings.

"Oh yeah, definitely. Do you want me to take you home?"

You put on a sweatshirt and look at him with an eyebrow raised "You can drive?"

He pauses and then points at you, realizing. "Good point there."

You let of a small laugh and shuffle to the exit of the dance studio. "I'll see you tomorrow Jiminie."

Jimin blushes when he hears you say 'Jiminie'

"Yeah, see you." He says, a small smile appearing on his face.

A/N: Let's all take a moment to appreciate Jimin's abs.

You're welcome.