Jimin’s heart stopped as he waited for Hoseok’s response. The second he noticed Hoseok’s eyebrows knitting together, Jimin stopped breathing. Hoseok’s face held a confused expression, causing Jimin to tense up.
Immediately, Jimin assumed that Hoseok knew he was lying. Quickly, Jimin brushed this thought off. There was no way that Hoseok would know everyone who danced at the studio. All Jimin had to do was wait for Hoseok’s response.
Suddenly, Hoseok’s lips parted, making Jimin flinch. He was afraid to hear what Hoseok had to say.
“I’ve never seen you here. This place is basically my second home,” Hoseok chuckled as he placed his hands on Jimin’s shoulders.
Jimin’s forehead creased as he stared at Hoseok with wide eyes. His once honey skin was now turning a bright shade of red. The cold evening wind couldn’t stop his rising temperature. Immediately, Jimin dropped his gaze and stared at his trembling hands. No words could describe how embarrassed Jimin felt.
Once Hoseok’s crescent eyes slightly widened, he noticed the boy’s changed demeanor. It looked as if Jimin would start bawling any moment.
Hoseok’s heart throbbed as he stared at Jimin’s trembling hands. Suddenly, Hoseok’s hands cupped Jimin’s face, forcing Jimin to stare at him.
“Ah, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m sorry, Jimin,” Hoseok cooed.
Jimin felt as if his heart would jump out of his chest as he felt Hoseok’s thumb caress his cheeks. Both of his eyelids fluttered shut. His whole body melted into Hoseok’s soothing touch.
At this rate Jimin would start purring like a cat. However, Jimin knew that he couldn’t stay in this calming state forever. Hesitantly, Jimin opened his eyes and stared up at Hoseok. Hoseok’s fond expression made Jimin’s heart skip a beat.
“I-I just joined We-Wednesday,” Jimin stammered. “That’s amazing, Jimin. I wonder why Instructor Chanwoo didn’t tell me,” Hoseok responded as his lips pouted outward.
Suddenly, Jimin’s eyes became hooded as he stared at Hoseok’s lips. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the lighting, but Hoseok’s lips looked as if they were sparkling.
There was only one explanation: Lip Gloss. However, Jimin wasn’t sure if that was exactly the case. The only way Jimin would be able to figure that out was if he kissed Hoseok. Jimin’s cheeks exploded with color from his last thought.
“We should start heading in then,” Hoseok chirped as he intertwined his fingers with Jimin’s. “Wait!” Jimin yelped as he felt himself being pulled inside the studio.
Fantasizing about Hoseok’s lips had made Jimin forget about the situation he was in. He had lied to Hoseok about enrolling. Jimin mentally admonished himself for riskily lying.
Instructor Chanwoo was obviously going to remember Jimin, especially after he ran out of his studio. There was no time to conjure a plan. All Jimin knew was that he had to stay out of instructor Chanwoo’s line of sight.
As soon as Jimin’s eyes landed on Chanwoo, he escaped Hoseok’s grasp and pushed himself behind Hoseok.
“The prodigy himself, Hoseok! Welcome back!” Chanwoo sang as he sauntered over to Hoseok. “Good afternoon, instructor Chanwoo. Why didn’t you tell me we had a new member?” Hoseok questioned as he placed his hands on his hips.
Chanwoo’s eyebrows shot up as he stared at Hoseok with wide eyes. His hand lifted to his chin as he began to recall the last two days. He had no recollection of signing up another student. Immediately, Chanwoo furrowed his brows as his gaze returned onto Hoseok.
“We don’t have a new student,” Chanwoo slowly responded.
Without warning, Hoseok slid to the right, revealing Jimin. Jimin’s face was covered with his tiny hands. However, Jimin wasn’t able to hide the blush he was sporting. The loss barrier made Jimin’s stomach churn. Hesitantly, Jimin dropped his hands and stared at the confused instructor.
“Good afternoon, instructor Chanwoo,” Jimin murmured as he bowed. Chanwoo’s confused expression intensified as he questioned, “Aren’t you the boy wh-” “I look forward to learning how to dance!” Jimin shouted as he interrupted Chanwoo.
Chanwoo’s confused expression dropped, along with his jaw. Hoseok’s eyebrows shot up as he stared at Jimin. Jimin’s fist were clenched while his arms were glued to his sides. He would apologize to Chanwoo later for his brazenness, but he wasn’t going to let him ruin his chance with Hoseok.
“We’re going to the locker room,” Hoseok awkwardly announced. Chanwoo mindlessly nodded as his wide eyes were glued onto Jimin.
Jimin flinched as he felt Hoseok’s fingers intertwine with his own. Just like before, Jimin was being pulled toward their destination. However, Jimin wasn’t complaining. He enjoyed the feeling of Hoseok. Surprisingly, both of their hands fit perfectly together like a puzzle piece.
Hoseok pushed the door in, revealing the large locker room. The smell of lemons entered Jimin’s nose, causing him to scrunch his face up. It was almost as if he could taste the lemons in his mouth. His eyes darted around in order to examine the room.
Jimin began to mentally list off everything he saw: tall gray lockers, two long mirrors, bathrooms, showers, a shirtless Hoseok, and water bottles. Jimin’s eyes widened once he realized what exactly he saw. Without a second thought, Jimin turned his back on Hoseok as he tried to calm himself down.
“Jimin, why aren’t you undressing?” Hoseok questioned.
Jimin shrugged his shoulders as he kept his back turned toward Hoseok. There was no way that he was going to turn around. He wasn’t sure if Hoseok knew exactly what he was doing to Jimin. Even though he didn’t catch a proper glimpse of Hoseok’s body, Jimin kept his eyes glued on the doors.
“Turn around!” Hoseok ordered as his laugh filled the room. Jimin shook his head in response. “You’re making me feel embarrassed,” Hoseok pleaded as he clasped his hands together.
Hesitantly, Jimin turned around, revealing the blush on the bridge of his nose. Jimin’s lips parted once his eyes landed on Hoseok’s honey skin. Hoseok had an amazingly sculpted body.
The outline of his muscles were emphasized under the locker room lights. He truly was ethereal. The gawking boy knew that Hoseok had to be in shape since he was a dancer.
However, he didn’t expect Hoseok’s body to look like every man’s dream. If Hoseok’s body was a temple then Jimin was a worshiper.
“My eyes are up here,” Hoseok smirked.
Jimin blinked his eyes as he struggled to look away from Hoseok’s body. Once he finally calmed himself, Jimin began to twiddle his fingers. His hands dropped once Hoseok asked him where his clothes were.
He had forgotten that he was now a student here. However, he had nothing to wear. In the beginning, Jimin had merely planned on watching Hoseok practice, not participate.
“I forgot my clothes,” Jimin murmured.
Jimin mentally patted his back. The corners of his lips began to curl up once he realized his muscles would be spared. Since he didn’t have any clothes, he would just have to watch Hoseok practice. He wouldn’t have to participate in their gruelling routine. As long as he could watch Hoseok dance, Jimin was unbothered.
“Don’t worry, you can borrow my clothes. I always bring extra,” Hoseok assured Jimin as he revealed his blinding smile.
Jimin plastered a smile on his face as he internally cried. His master plan had failed him once again. Oblivious to how Jimin was feeling, Hoseok took out a gray hoodie and black sweats.
He held the items out in front of Jimin. As Jimin reached out for the items, Hoseok realized that the hoodie would be way too big for Jimin. However, he had nothing else to offer him.
Hesitantly, Jimin unbuckled his belt and untucked his long sleeve shirt. As he pulled his shirt off, the cold air hit Jimin’s skin, making him shudder. Once the shirt was over his head, Jimin’s heart hammered against his chest. Hoseok was shamelessly examining his body.
“Wow,” Hoseok whispered.
Jimin shrieked as he struggled to cover himself with his hands. Hoseok began to laugh as he watched Jimin look for something to cover himself with.
Suddenly, Jimin remembered that Hoseok had given him a hoodie to wear. Without a second thought, Jimin grabbed the gray hoodie and began to pull it over himself.
“You’re abs are so defined,” Hoseok pouted as he pulled the hoodie away from Jimin.
As Hoseok clung onto the sweater, Jimin quickly covered his chest. Suddenly, Hoseok’s laughs ceased as he eyed Jimin’s body. Jimin had no idea what to do or what to say. This had never happened to him before. However, the silence was somewhat reassuring. It reminded Jimin that the pair was alone.
Suddenly, Jimin noticed Hoseok’s lips sparkling once again. The sudden urge to kiss Hoseok crawled back into Jimin’s mind.
There was no denying it, Jimin wanted to spoil Hoseok with kisses. However, Jimin knew that he wouldn’t be able to. This made Jimin frown as he continued to study Hoseok’s luscious lips.
Jimin’s lips began to curl up once he noticed the mole on Hoseok’s upper lip. It was the most adorable thing Jimin had ever seen.
Jimin nearly whimpered once he felt Hoseok’s index finger and thumb lift his chin up. Hoseok stared at Jimin with hooded eyes.
Suddenly, Jimin realized what exactly Hoseok was staring at. His plump lips felt warm from Hoseok's gaze. Without a warning, Hoseok’s eyes shot up. The pair stared at one another, not saying a word.
The atmosphere stilled as the pair felt comfort in each other’s presence.