REWRITE
THE STARS
( part 2 )

WORD COUNT 1.5K
OVERVIEW "you know i want you, it's not a secret i try to hide" ( just a warning, the slur p*key - commonly used against romany gypsy's and people from the circus - is used in here ! )

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JIMIN GRINNED TRIUMPHANTLY as he wiped off the greasepaint plastered on his face, hearing jeongguk laugh victoriously. the three had quickly piled into their caravan after the show, the air sticky with sweat and the smell of greasepaint, and the atmosphere still the thriving energy of the ring.

"you did amazing!" taehyung clapped a hand down on his older brother's shoulder, boxy grin on full display. "you almost flew, hyung! the audience thought you were going to fall."

"i don't plan on doing that just yet, tae," jimin grinned, unbuttoning his white flimsy shirt and changing it for a white vest top. "there was this one man in the audience that i recognised, although i can't say from where..."

"it was kim namjoon!" minghao barged into the trailer of the five acrobats, not bothering to knock or even give warning he was coming in. jimin jumped at the lanky chinese boy, swatting at him with his shirt. "what are you on about, ming?" he asked, rolling his eyes.

"kim namjoon was watching! and his twin sister, jisoo! we saw them at the café yesterday, pabo, you must know who i mean." minghao persisted, and jimin remembered minghao's rambling about the aristocratic boy the day before.

"wait, the kim twins?" jeongguk asked, changing into loose trousers and running a hand through his hair. minghao nodded. "oh, they're geniuses, right? the brother is the youngest person to go to oxford, and one of the first asian students there, i think?"

"that's him alright," junhui swung down from the hammock he was lying in, giving taehyung such a fright that he screamed loudly, jumping nearly a foot in the air. "sorry taehyung. but yes, that's him, minghao is right."

"i've literally never heard of him," taehyung scoffed, a hand running through his silver hair as he collapsed into his hammock, the fabric swinging gently. "but if he was staring at jimin..." he made a suggestive face, causing jimin to throw a small cushion at his head, the oldest park brother sitting heavily on their little sofa.

the acrobats' caravan was rather simple, yet cosy; it had belonged to the brother's parents before their parents bought a new one. the ceiling was patterned with constellations and star charts that their mother had painted carefully, while heavily pregnant with her eldest son, standing on a stool and singing the traditional songs taught to her by her parents. there were five hammocks, two hung higher than the others - those were junhui and minghao's - with a large sofa made out of tattered mattresses underneath - in case any of them fell out. a dressing table with a large mirror, along another small sofa, covered in overused cushions and drapes and a wardrobe completed their cabin, with a small burner nestled into the corner, nearly always lit.

"if he was staring at me it means nothing," jimin said, thanking jeongguk as he was passed an apple from the fruit bowl. "and besides," he took a bite from the apple, mouth full and spitting juice as he spoke. "how many other men like me do you know? homosexual freaks, as others call us. ha!" jimin spat out a terribly sarcastic laugh. "homosexual pikey freaks, aren't we?"

jeongguk shook his head. "don't say things like that, hyung," the youngest sat in his hammock, feet rocking him back and forth. "don't put us down. we're loved by every spectator. they don't see us as pikeys, and they don't know that most of us are homosexuals anyway."

"whatever," jimin rolled his eyes, head lolling in the direction of the door as someone rapped on it in quick succession. "yes?"

the door opened, and the russian magician, zakib, stood outside, still in his stage outfit, turban secured around his bald head and his coat thick and furry. "mr jimin, there is a man here for you," his english was deep and gruff, and jimin raised an eyebrow, confused. "he wants to talk to you, i know not what about. he is another korean, i think."

jimin nodded. "alright, thank you zakib," speaking in english, he stood up from the chair, grabbing a loose yet thick coat and stepping out of the caravan. "he didn't say a name?"

"no," zakib shook his head, hands deep in his pockets, breath misting in the cold air. "kim something or other. i do not know how he know you."

"neither do i," jimin laughed airily. "let's just hope he's decent."

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NAMJOON SMILED WHEN the kind russian magician he had spoke to - his russian rusty yet still comprehensible - returned with the golden boy by his side, illuminated in lazy moonlight, delicate features that namjoon had longed to see up close. he was wearing a large crimson coat, left unbuttoned and loose, milky skin revealed.

"i leave you here. goodnight, park." the magician mumbled in english, and the boy nodded, saying something in return as the magician walked off. he turned to face namjoon, and namjoon marveled at how short and small he was up close. namjoon was itching to draw him, and he could only wish that jimin would accept; he wanted to trace his freckles and soft hair with lead pencil, paint his delicate features with gentle brushstrokes, and compose a face of an angel without wings.

"hello," namjoon said, in calm korean, as he was sure the boy was of the same native tongue as him. "you were wonderful tonight."

"uh, t-thank you?" the acrobat said, in confused and stumbled korean. "you're kim namjoon, am i correct? my brother was talking about you..."

"your brother is one of the other acrobats?" namjoon had guessed they were brothers from the way the ringmaster and his wife treated them. he nodded. "what's your name?"

"jimin," the acrobat boy said very softly, hands in his pockets. "sorry, i don't like to be rude, but why are you talking to me?"

namjoon shook his head with a dismissive laugh, dimples caving in his golden cheeks. "oh my, you must think i'm some weirdo," he covered his mouth with his hand as he laughed, a sweet sound. "well, i'm kim namjoon - of course, you know that - and my sister pulled me here tonight. i, um, saw you preform, and i'm somewhat of an artist, paintings and drawings and whathaveyou-"

"-you are really good at going off track, you know?" jimin smiled, almost sickly sweet, laughing in a sweet manner that reminded namjoon of a bell. "go on."

the tips of namjoon's ears turned red, but he went on nonetheless. "when i saw you perform, it looked like some sort of elegant art, which to you i'm sure it is. and because i'm an artist, i wanted to recreate that in a painting..." namjoon trailed off, eyes nervously flitting up to jimin. why was he nervous? he was kim namjoon, he didn't get nervous, why was it that jimin was making him so? of course, he couldn't deny that the smaller boy was gorgeous, but that shouldn't set him off.

"where am i involved in this?" jimin asked, seemingly curious. he carded a hand through his moonlit hair, before crossing both hands across his chest and looking at namjoon expectantly. a nervous chuckle escaped the taller boy's lips.

"i want to make art out of the art you practice. i want people to feel the exhilaration that i felt watching you, i want people to know how it feels to fly through the air, just by looking at this painting. for that, i need to talk to you, and you need to describe to me how you feel when you act," namjoon explained, perhaps in a far too complicated manner, but jimin nodded, seeming to understand. "do you understand?"

jimin nodded lightly. "more or less... when would you want us to speak?"

namjoon considered the question, brushing a lock of hair from his eyes. "whenever you have an open window, i suppose. i have plenty of free time, so when you have the opportunity..."

jimin rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, his breath steaming up in the cool british air. "i have sunday's free, and i'm free everyday from nine in the morning to six at night," he yawned very quietly. "where would you have us meet?"

"wherever you desire." namjoon smiled, making jimin laugh at how upperclass he was.

"well then, kim namjoon," jimin mused. "i'll meet you at this exact spot sometime tomorrow, and we can talk."

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thereeeees gonna be a part three don't worry loves bc i love this au so fuckin much

love y'all
- jace