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Jimin tapped his feet on the wooden floor of the studio, the beats of the song that was playing through the amplifier taking up every sense of his.

Music, to him, was like turning back the clock, travelling and returning to a time full of raw expressions and emotions. He embraced the music and let it take control, let it guide him to a different world, a world of beautiful pain.

Jimin had danced since young, he had attended ballet classes and had taught himself contemporary dance basics. Dance was something that let him take his mind off things completely. Ever since he had taken up his father's position as CEO of Park Enterprises, he had had no time to think about dancing, let alone step foot into a dance studio. So it felt refreshing to be back in Busan, his bare feet gliding across the cold wooden floor, a floor that was familiar to him from the ballet class he had taken back when he was ten.

When the music stopped, Jimin dropped to the floor, his sweaty back against the wooden planks as he sprawled out on the floor in exhaustion. He chuckled to himself, realizing he wasn't as fit as before, a mere fifteen minutes of dancing tiring him out to such an extent.

I need to start working out, he thought to himself, grabbing a bottle of water from his sling bag and chugging down the liquid. If his ballet teacher were here she would have reprimanded him for drinking so much water without giving enough time for rest.

He wore his shoes and picked up his bag, exiting the room that had been allotted to him for the evening. He bowed at the receptionist on his way out, flashing a small smile in her direction. She bit her lip, eyes nervously drifting elsewhere, not able to look at him.

"Excuse me sir," she called out as soon as he stepped foot outside. She moved from behind the desk in the lobby, walking over to him with determined strides. "I hope you had a good time. Here's my number in case you want to hang out and have a chat sometime."

Jimin stared at the little piece of paper she was holding out, gently taking it from her hands, their fingers brushing in the process. The woman immediately pulled her hand away, tucking stray strands of her hair behind her ear.

"I'm free in the evening on Sundays and Tuesdays," she smiled.

Jimin knew where this was going and he wasn't interested, but he didn't want her to feel bad. So he gave her a nod in acknowledgement. Her smile seemed to widen and Jimin cursed himself. She was a beautiful woman, but he really wasn't interested.

"Um— will I see you again?" Jimin looked down at the question, pondering over her words for a while. "You aren't interested at all, are you?"

Jimin looked back up at the woman, guilty eyes bearing into hers as he shook his head apologetically.

"That's alright," the woman sighed, smiling and holding out her hand. "I'm Yeri, I hope we can be good friends at least."

Jimin smiled back and held her hand, shaking it once. He noted how her hands were very soft.

"And once we are friends you need to tell me who's the man that's got you turning down girls like me," her eyes were squinted in a poor attempt at suppressing a giggle as she gauged Jimin's reaction.

Does she know Jungkook, Jimin thought, immediately gritting his teeth and cursing himself for having thought about Jungkook out of nowhere, I'm going mad.

"My brother's as straight as a skittle," Yeri laughed. "So I know that expression, seen it lots of times."

Jimin rubbed the back of his neck, feeling awkward under her scrutinizing stare. Yes, he knew he was attracted to men. But when someone else brought it up Jimin always felt nervous. He had faced quite some problems due to his sexual orientation when he was initially taking up the position of CEO in his father's company.

As he stepped out of the studio and into the dark evening sky, Jimin felt an odd sense of freedom. He drew in a deep breath, plugging airpods into his ears and putting his playlist on shuffle. He bobbed his head to the music, hands stuffed into the deep pockets of his sweatpants. He walked with a slight skip to every step, suppressing his temptation to dance all the way back home.

Jimin had walked these streets his whole life. He knew them like they were etched into his head with a sharp knife, scored in deep like some strange work of art. These were the streets he grew up cycling around, and for the most part he feels at home more than ever, on the down low with a steady heart beat.

Then he spots him, Jeon Jungkook, leaning against a motorcycle and urgently talking on his phone, his brows drawn together like he were displeased. Jimin felt himself take a step forward in his direction before he felt hesitation crawl up his spine. Something about the way Jungkook was yelling into his phone and how he hit the leather seat of his motorcycle in frustration didn't sit well with Jimin.

Jimin automatically took a step back when he saw Jungkook hang up and kick the brick pavement, clutching at his hair and closing his eyes right after. Hell no I'm going straight home, Jimin told himself, pulling the strap of his sling bag tighter against his shoulder.

Jungkook decided to look up at that moment, straight at Jimin, and their eyes locked. Jimin saw how Jungkook's eyes burned with recognition and he gulped, turning back to continue his way home.

"Jimin?" He heard Jungkook speak and he quickened his pace, afraid to turn around. "Hey!"

Jimin heard footsteps before he was stopped, a firm grip on his wrist. Jungkook gently pulled him by his wrist, causing him to turn around and face him. Jimin looked up at the taller male and felt a pair of brown eyes burn into his own with an intensity he could never begin to explain.

Suddenly Jimin's heart wasn't steady anymore. His heartbeat picked up almost instantly, wanting out of his chest, wanting to beat out of its cage. Jimin thought he would crack a rib at this rate. His senses were on high alert as he realized Jungkook hadn't let go of his wrist.

"Are you alright?" Jungkook rose an eyebrow, clearly noticing Jimin's skepticism. "You seemed to be in quite a hurry there."

Jungkook's voice wasn't anything like how it had been when he was yelling on the phone, instead now his voice seemed to be soft, maybe even a little bit concerned. Jimin pushed back his want to run away and focused on the mechanic's eyes instead. They didn't hold anger anymore, nor did they hold any sort of threat or danger as they gazed down at him.

"Jimin?" Jungkook tapped his arm, breaking the man out of his thoughts. He shook his head, eyes now appreciating the white shirt and black leather jacket that Jungkook wore. Clothes like this made his figure look more accentuated, more handsome.

Jimin let himself look behind Jungkook at the black motorcycle that reflected the orange light of the streetlamps. The two-wheeled beauty looked highly tempting under the moonlight. It reminded Jimin of the time he had gone on a date with a baseball player in Seoul, the best part of the date having been a ride around the city late at night on the man's motorcycle.

"Oh?" Jungkook smirked, noticing Jimin's stare. "You have only just seen her and you're already in love?"

Jimin's cheeks flushed red at the question and he pulled his wrist out of Jungkook's grip, folding his arms across his chest. The mechanic chuckled, brushing his hair back, which Jimin realized was probably a habit of his.

"Are you free right now?" The question caught Jimin off-guard but he nodded anyway, causing Jungkook to grin. "Come."

Jungkook reached out and grabbed Jimin's hand this time, pulling him towards his motorcycle. Jimin felt his heart beat speed up again and he hated it, he hated how it felt so nice to hold Jungkook's hand.

The mechanic let go of his hand once they reached his motorcycle, climbing onto it and holding onto the handles in anticipation. Jimin stared, hesitating again. He didn't really know Jungkook all that well. The mechanic sensed his hesitance and turned around. A strong breeze blew, letting his ebony hair flutter, and Jimin felt his breath getting caught.

He's dangerous, Jimin's mind was giving him sirens. I shouldn't be feeling this much, he's dangerous.

"Second thoughts are never good," the mechanic spoke, "sometimes you just gotta go with it." The grin that accompanied his words were contrasting to the stark honesty that shone in his eyes. Jimin made his decision.

He climbed on and wrapped his arms loosely around Jungkook's torso, the latter turning to smirk at him in response.

"You might want to hold on tighter," he winked, revving the engine. "I don't bite, at least as long as you don't ask me to."

Jimin's face flushed at the implied meaning and he hardly had enough time to collect himself before the motorcycle surged forward into the cold air of the night.

Jimin's hair blew away from his face, the cold wind feeling refreshing against his skin after days of humid weather. The engine revved again and the motorcycle sped up. Jimin tightened his hold on Jungkook's torso, unconsciously leaning against Jungkook's back. He had been on motorcycles before but somehow it felt different with Jungkook.

He felt adrenaline flood into his system, blood rushing into his ears. Almost in a trance, Jimin leaned into Jungkook further, his chest now fully pressed against the mechanic's back. Jungkook tensed up but Jimin didn't feel it. He instead let go of his hold, slowly spreading his arms out to let them slice through the wind. The smile on his face widened and he closed his eyes, enjoying the moment like no other.

Damn me, Jungkook thought as he glanced at Jimin's reflection in the side-view mirror. Jimin was an attractive man and Jungkook would be lying if he said he didn't want to pin him down and take him. But compared to all the lustful desires Jungkook had experienced before, he didn't want to do that to Jimin, not just that.

"Having fun are we?" He questioned, turning to shoot a quick glance at Jimin. He felt the smaller male trace something onto his back, shivers running up his spine at the little contact.

Once Jungkook deciphered what was being traced onto his back, the smirk on his face disappeared, being replaced by the softest of smiles.

Thank you this is beautiful.

The mechanic immediately rephrased his thoughts. Jimin wasn't just attractive, he was beautiful.

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note:
update day yay :')
jungkook's on the way to becoming juancock sksksk
this chapter might not be all that great so forgive me, i'll make it up to you guys with a follow-up intense chapter.
thank you for reading, like i always say i'm FOREVER grateful <3