Jimin made his way down the sidewalk, a smile on his face. He was extremely excited for today’s class.
Not only would he be seeing Hoseok, but he would be able to show Hoseok just how much he improved. Even though he still couldn’t measure up to Hoseok, Jimin was very proud of himself.
Jimin’s heart raced once the familiar doors of Chanwoo’s studio came into view. Not being able to contain his excitement, Jimin ran the rest of the way to the studio.
However, once he pushed the door open, his excitement turned to confusion. No one was in the studio.
As he walked across the studio he could hear his footsteps echo. Jimin pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking the time.
He then realized he had arrived 30 minutes early to class. Not knowing what else to do, Jimin decided to wait in the locker room.
As Jimin pushed the door, the faint sound of water running filled his ears. It was quite obvious that it was the sound of a shower running, indicating that someone was in fact here.
He slowly crept towards the end of the locker room, where the showers were located. Hesitantly, Jimin peeked into the shower hallway.
All the showers were empty, except for the last one.
There was no response. Jimin wasn’t sure whether he should ask again. The person could have heard him, but simply chose to ignore him.
Not wanting to be rude, Jimin began to back away from the showers. Then the stranger began to sing.
“I didn't know familiarity was the scariest thing,” the stranger sang.
Jimin’s eyes widened as the stranger poured his heart out. He had never heard the song before, but it sounded like the stranger had just had his heart broken.
Without realizing it, Jimin began to walk towards the shower.
“I didn't know your heart, until our end full of regrets.”
Jimin stood in front of the shower, eyes on the shadow behind the curtain. Their shoulders were slumped and their head hung low. His heart ached for the stranger.
Subconsciously, Jimin wrapped his fingers around the curtain.
“By the day, your empty spot grows bigger.”
Jerking back to reality, Jimin gasped as he pulled his hand back, accidentally pulling the curtain as well. Jimin’s gasp alerted the stranger, watching as the figure quickly turned around.
Hesitantly opening his eyes, Jimin’s eyes locked with Hoseok’s. Hoseok’s body was wrapped up behind the curtain, shielding himself from Jimin’s wandering eyes.
“Were you trying to-”
“No!” Jimin yelled as he covered his red face.
Hoseok chuckled as he squirmed in embarrassment.
Desperate to change the subject, Jimin asked Hoseok why exactly he was alone in the studio….showering.
“I came early to practice and I got sweaty,” Hoseok revealed.
“But you’re just going to get sweaty again.”
Hoseok’s smile dropped, simply staring at Jimin. Slowly, his face began to burn once he realized his flawed logic. However, he didn’t regret it. He’d rather shower again than be sticky and smell like sweat.
“Where’s Instructor Chanwoo?” Jimin asked.
“He’s getting water for class today.”
The two stood in silence, the sound of the water hitting the ground echoing throughout the hallway. Jimin didn’t know what else to say.
He was mortified by his own actions. He really didn’t mean to pull the curtain.
“Want to come in?”
Jimin sputtered, Hoseok’s comment pulling him out of his trance. He wasn’t sure whether the older was serious or not.
As if Hoseok felt his confusion, he opened the curtain, inviting Jimin in. Before the curtain left his body, Jimin covered his eyes with his hands.
“Come on, the waters warm.”
“What if someone walks in?” Jimin murmured, struggling to swallow. “No one's going to walk in.”
“I don’t even have a-”
The locker door busted open. Hoseok quickly grabbed the curtain once again as Jimin hid in an empty shower.
“It doesn’t take that long to shower, Hoseok!” Chanwoo yelled, “I’ve been gone for like 20 minutes.”
The men were frozen, waiting to see what Chanwoo would do. They heard the older man struggling with a pack of waters, huffing as he stomped.
Suddenly, there was a bang, the sound of plastic crinkling following after. Then Chanwoo;s footsteps disappeared as the locker door closed.
“See, I told you!” Jimin whispered angrily as he exited the shower.
The shower came to a stop. Hoseok emerged, covered in a white robe as he dried off his hair with a towel. Jimin grinned as he watched the older.
Without warning, Hoseok looked up, locking eyes with Jimin. Immediately, Jimin’s eyes darted away, landing on the empty shower.
Jimin whimpered as Hoseok wrapped his arms around his waist, gripping onto his hips.
Before he could ask, Hoseok began to sprinkle kisses all over the shorter’s face, slowly making his way down to his neck. He breathlessly giggled as Hoseok’s lips tickled him.
“What’s so funny?” Hoseok questioned, nuzzling Jimin’s neck with his nose.
“You know I’m ticklish the-Ah!”
Hoseok nipped at the younger’s neck, preening as Jimin whined beautifully.
Students crowded around Chanwoo as he flipped through a notebook. He announced that their agenda was to simply continue working on their partner choreography.
“Make sure that you and your partner can both perform your dance to the best of your abilities.”
Jimin dropped his head, scared to see if Chanwoo was staring at him or not.
Oblivious to the situation, Hoseok simply nodded his head as Chanwoo continued on.
Chanwoo instructed the students to stretch, joining them as well. Once everyone was thoroughly stretched, he dismissed the students, letting them meet with their partners.
He made his way to the first pair he saw, asking them about their progress.
“Have you been practicing?”
Jimin quickly nodded his head, eyes locking with Hoseok’s. His cheeks burned as he watched Hoseok’s eyes turn into crescents. He rested against the wall, watching Hoseok get their song ready.
“Well, let’s see,” Hoseok beamed.
Hoseok counted down, pressing play on one.
Immediately, Jimin’s body began to move. Too afraid to lock eyes with the older, Jimin chose to stare at his reflection in the mirror.
Once Jimin came to the end of the choreography, his eyes darted toward the older, not sure what to do or say.
However, Hoseok’s sparkling eyes revealed just exactly how he felt. Without hesitation, Hoseok made his way toward the younger, wrapping his arms around his back.
Jimin giggled as Hoseok swung him around.
“You did amazing!”
Jimin was radiant, he couldn’t contain his happiness. Hoseok placed Jimin down and grabbed his hands.
Jimin was as red as a rose, he was grateful for his session with Chanwoo. This is exactly how he wanted Hoseok to react.
“I know we’re going to win.”
Students began to exit the studio, some lingering behind to talk to Chanwoo. The instructor had been blunt with the students, not holding anything back.
He wanted everyone to have a fair chance in the mini competition. However, he would be lying if he said he didn’t have a favorite pair already.
Jimin guzzled down a bottle of water as Hoseok followed him out of the building. Hoseok had insisted on walking the younger to his house, insisting it was just for safety purposes.
“You might want to slow down, unless you want a stomach ache,” Hoseok chuckled.
Jimin’s face turned red as he lowered the water bottle. He knew Hoseok was right, but he was just so thirsty.
They were too focused on their choreography to even think about taking a break.
Suddenly, Hoseok’s hand rested on Jimin’s shoulder, holding him still. Curiously, Jimin turned around, locking eyes with Hoseok.
“If I’m moving too fast let me know.”
Jimin’s eyes widened, not being able to hide his shock. He wasn’t sure where this was coming from.
He thought that they were both on the same page. Despite his confusion, that wouldn’t stop him from reassuring the older.
“I really like you, I don’t think we’re moving too fast at all,” Jimin whispered.
The butterflies in Jimin’s stomach swarmed as he waited for Hoseok’s response. He began to wonder if he said the right thing or not.
“I really like you too,” Hoseok smiled, “but I was talking about the choreography.”
Jimin’s face flushed. Of course this would happen to him.
“Y-Yeah, I knew that.”
Hoseok’s laughter filled the air, but it wasn’t malicious. He pulled the shorter into a hug, not missing the way Jimin nuzzled against his chest.
“Why are you so cute?”
Jimin simply hummed as Hoseok rested his chin on his head. Then he felt the older tense.
“I left my bag in the locker room,” Hoseok sighed.
“Hopefully Chanwoo hasn’t left yet.”
The pair ran back to the studio, giggling once they noticed their breath becoming a white cloud before them. Luckily, the lights were still on, indicating that Chanwoo was still in the building.
“I’ll wait outside,” Jimin smiled.
“Are you sure? It’s pretty cold.”
Jimin nodded his head, trying his best to push Hoseok into the building.
Without another thought, Hoseok took his hoodie off, handing it to the younger.
Before Jimin could protest, Hoseok made his way into the building.
Jimin beamed as he pulled the sweater over himself, swooning once the faint smell of Hoseok’s cologne filled his nose.
“Oh, hey Jimin.”
Jimin’s head shot up. Sunhwa waved at him, eerily smiling at him.
He wasn’t sure what else to say to her. The pair didn’t exactly have a good relationship. Jimin didn’t forget how cold she treated him.
“I have a question for you.” Jimin stared at her blankly.
“Can I ask?” Jimin nodded his head, becoming more nervous with each second that passed.
“Are you gay?”
Jimin was taken back by her question. They certainly weren’t close enough to ask personal questions like that.
The more he replayed her question in his head, the more offended he became. His brows furrowed as he glared at the girl.
“Hey, don’t get butt hurt. It’s just a question,” Sunhwa spat, “Especially since you’re basically glued to Hoseok like a fly. It’s kinda pathetic. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were.”
Jimin and Sunhwa both turned toward the studio’s front door, staring at Hoseok.