Authers description: Yoongi is the son of a billionaire CEO.
Jimin is a teacher at a small dance academy.
Two perfectly normal people with not a chance of meeting each other.
But they both have secrets.
Yoongi is an underground rapper who never shows his face.
Jimin is an underground dancer who dances only in mystery then disappears.
Both widely popular in the underground but strangers to each other, that is, until their realities collide in their everyday lives.
Group: BTS
Main ship: Yoonmin
Chapters: 70+ (Complete)
It was already late when the two of you finally were able to leave the dance studio, learning the new dance had been harder than expected. But you couldn’t complain about anything, Jungkook kept you great company and helped you with a lot of dance moves.
“It’s so cold!” you complained, the cold night air hitting your bare arms. You had been stupid enough to think you would be back before dinner time so wouldn’t need a jacket, but you were definitely wrong. Jungkook laughed at your words, looking over at you to see the goosebumps appear on your skin while you were walking. “I’ll keep you warm” he said with a smile “my company will give you warmth”
It didn’t take long before the two of you arrived, your dorms weren’t close to one another but you could take the same way. As always he dropped you off at your dorm before he still had to walk alone. But it didn’t always end there: the two of you would usually waste some more time at your front door, just having random talks, and even share small kisses.
“Why don’t you stay the night? It’s cold and I don’t want you to get sick. It’s free for a kiss?” you said playfully and smiled when he opened his arms for a hug that could warm both of you at least a little. Once your arms were wrapped around each other, you looked up at him and waited for a reply, his reply was only a small nod. He leaned down, though didn’t kiss your lips, instead his lips ghosted from your cheek to your lips, trying to challenge you to kiss him.
A/N: sorry it’s taken so long to do your prompt! Hope the fact that I got carried away and basically wrote a drabble makes up for it!
Hoseok is the most popular kid in the school, the quarterback on the football team that hasn’t lost a game all season, the ladies’s man who’s endlessly charming, the star pupil who somehow manages to get good grades despite spending hours on the pitch.
And he’s utterly beautiful; heart shaped smile and golden skin, broad shoulders and a sharp jawline, and the prettiest eyes. Jungkook has been in love with him since the first day of his freshman year.
The first time they met - the only time Hoseok has ever paid any attention to him - he knocked straight into him in the middle of the corridor. He’d been so busy staring at his feet, too nervous too look up and make eye contact with people that he wasn’t looking where he was going.
Utterly mortified he’d babbled out apologies, clinging to the straps of his rucksack with white knuckles, and tried to run away, resolving to leave the school grounds immediately and never come back. But Hoseok clapped a hand on his arm to steady him and flashed him a friendly smile.
“You ok, kid?” He’d asked (like it was somehow his fault!) and didn’t let go until Jungkook had nodded furiously. “You’re a freshman right? First day is pretty scary, huh? Don’t worry, you’re gonna be fine!”
He had muttered something unintelligible, utterly overcome with a painful combination of embarrassment and sheer admiration and wriggled away. Yeah, not his proudest moment.
Jungkook had hoped his burning crush would subside over time - after all, there was no hope in hell that Hoseok would ever look at him again, let alone anything else. He was probably the last person in the entire school he would date, even if he was gay (which was about as likely as - well, it just wasn’t gonna happen). But with every passing day it just seemed to grow stronger.
So he pined from afar, watching Hoseok laugh with his friends at lunch and excel on the pitch in every match and making no effort to hide his fond looks, confident in his obscurity. He doubted any one actually knew his name, let alone paid attention to him.
In his Sophomore year, Jungkook joins the dance club after much conjoling from his one and only friend, Kim Taehyung, and it turns out to be something he’s good at. Like really, really good at (to quote Tae). It’s not exactly a popular sport in school, in fact it somehow made him even less popular than before, but he loves it. Rehearsals are the part of the school day he looks forward to most.
One day after school he’s practicing late, alone in the rehearsal room as he runs through the last sequence of their routine a few more times to get the footwork just right. He loses himself in the music, stops paying attention to the time, and starts to free style, adding spins and leaps that aren’t in the choreography, just having fun.
In the end, it’s his back up alarm (it wouldn’t be the first time that he’s gotten distracted) going off that stops him. He turns off the music and grabs his back, making for the door - only to come face to face with one Jung Hoseok.
He’s staring at him mouth agape, eyes sparkling with excitement, looking beautiful as always and Jungkook forgets how to breathe.
“That was amazing!” Hoseok says.
“Uh.. thank you” He replies. What the hell is happening? “You… were watching?”
“Ah yeah sorry” He laughs awkwardly, and scratches the back of his head. “I hope I didn’t disturb you. Just… the door was open and I was coming by - practice just ended you know? Anyway um, it was kinda hard to stop watching”
“Oh” Jungkook honestly has no idea how to reply to that.
“You’re part of the dance team right?”
“Yeah?” Hoseok has noticed him? “I mean, yes. I am. Joined last year”
“Wish I could learn to dance,” Hoseok sighs wistfully.
“You could join the club” Jungkook blurts out before he can think it through and hurriedly backtracks. “Though you don’t have the time. Of course. Football! ha ha”
Wow. He’s outdone himself.
“Yeah I guess” He frowns. “Though really it’s just cos my parents would never let me - they think it’s a waste of time, you know? Not that it is! I think it’s really cool! Way more impressive than football”
“I get you” He interrupts him. “I… my parents weren’t that pleased with it either to be honest.”
That’s not entirely true. His parents couldn’t care less what he did - in that they paid so little attention to his life some days it felt like they’d forgotten they had a son. But he wasn’t about to tell Hoseok that.
“Damn, I’m sorry, shouldn’t have said that” Hoseok apologises, starting to back away to the door. Jungkook can feel his one chance slipping through his fingers and he starts to panic. “Look, I’m probably taking up your time, right? I’ll leave you to practice. Good luck with um… you guys do shows right? Yeah, well good luck with your next one and guess I’ll see you around”
“Wait!” He calls out, grabbing Hoseok’s wrist on instinct. “I can teach you.”
“What?”
“I can teach you” He repeats. “To dance. If you want. You know, since you can’t join the club, I practice after school a lot so…” He can feel his face heating up in shame. God what was he saying? “Never mind, sorry, it was a stupid suggestion -”
“I would love that” Hoseok says. “I mean, if you’d really be willing to do that?”
“Of course” He nods, feeling slightly numb. The way Hoseok’s face lights up into the brightest smile makes it all worth it.
What has he got himself into?
Or
Hoseok has been in love with dance for years, it just takes him a while longer to realise Jungkook is only teaching him because he’s been in love with him for longer.
Kookie tries to wipe his sweaty palms against his jeans surreptitiously.
“Yeah.”
“Do you know the rules for a lap dance?”
“Hands off?” he almost whispers, wondering if this is just a drunken dream, if all memories of this beautiful boy will disperse like mist come morning.
“Hands off. Yours, at least,” the boy answers slyly, still swaying seductively, his palms running lazily over his own body.
OR
The one where Jungkook gets a birthday lap dance from the most beautiful boy he's ever laid eyes on, only to meet him again sooner than expected and under less than ideal circumstances.
**Notes: Because of the summary I thought this was something I had read already (but it isn’t guys iT ISN’T), but this fic right here, THIS FIC... everyone should read it. And it’s spicy yet vanilla which is a breath of fresh air. Go have a slice of this pie guys. It won’t disappoint.
Requested by @spicyysushisa, I changed it a lil, but I hope you like it xx
You were taught from a young age that it was impossible to please everyone. However, it was something you challenged throughout your life. Anything was possible, right?
And maybe it did work in your favour i some circumstances, but not when you stumbled on Bangtan Sonyeondan. You’d finally meet your match, one which would go by the name of Jeon Jungkook.
“Are we good to go through it together? Let’s slow the tempo a little.” You suggested, beginning to count through choreography. You watched the boys’ and your own reflection in the mirror making sure everyone was able to keep up. As you finished the first section of the song, you turned around, facing the boys. “Alright, go from the top.”
It was an understatement to say that BTS was one of the best groups you’d had the chance of dancing with. They complied to your word without hesitation and you found it incredibly easy to communicate with each and every one of them. All except for Jungkook. He seemed to slightly on edge around you, always trying to ‘one-up’ you as Taehyung would say. You thought it as probably because Jungkook felt like he needed to protect the rest of the group... From you? It was hard to explain and probably didn’t make much sense. But you tried your hardest to break down Jungkook’s walls. You’d be staying with them for a while anyway.
You were a choreographer, having learnt dances of all styles and variations before deciding to travel the world. Though it did get lonely at times and you found yourself yearning for some type of affection at times, you enjoyed your time. But when you’d landed in Seoul to spend time with your uncle, you found he’d been quite busy while you were gone. He had been working alongside one of the growing boy groups in South Korean and very much so, the world. Of course, when he’d told you their choreographer had been injured and needed time off, you jumped in to take his place without hesitation. It had been a while since you’d danced.
And so that’s how you found yourself in the practise room of BTS teaching them new choreography.
“Seokjin, watch your positioning. Hoseok, just keep your feet shoulder-width, yeah? That’s good. Yoongi, watch the arms.” And so, you went on critiquing the boys until they’d gone through the first part of the routine.
The six of them moved to the other side of the room, panting and sweating. There were murmurs of ‘I’m hungry’ and ‘I want to sleep’ as they exchanged water between themselves. You chuckled to yourself as you joined them on the other side of the room, commending their great effort and work.
“Good job, boys. We’ll end it here for today as I’m quite sure a few of you need to record early tomorrow morning. I don't want you guys exhausted.”
“Ah, thank you, Y/N. You’re too thoughtful.” Hoseok chuckled, before taking a long sip of his water.
“Sung Deuk never let us off practise this early. We’re not weak, you know? We can keep going.” Jungkook huffed from the other side of the room. You looked over to him, keeping a smile as you gathered the last bit of your calmness.
“Yah, Jungkook, we can’t keep up with you, you know that. If you want to keep practising, then you can.” Seokjin sighed as he got to his feet, waving goodbye to you as the rest of the boys collected their things and left the studio.
You clicked your tongue, not knowing what to do seeing as you were now left alone with Jungkook. You glanced at him in your peripheral vision, but his back was turned to you, his body already going through the movements of the choreography. You sighed, shaking your head. You thought of perhaps giving him a few tips, but decided against it. You knew what he thought of you.
It bothered you to think that someone so kind to his hyungs would treat you in such a way. But you didn’t want to overthink anything, you knew it was because this was an entirely new experience for Jungkook and it was the first time he’d ever had to work with a female choreographer. You scoffed at that. So what if you were a girl?
As you collected your things and hoisted your bag over your shoulder, you glanced at Jungkook before closing the door behind you. Once Jungkook heard the door close, he turned around. He felt... Something. Maybe he was wishing you’d have stayed with him.
The next few days were spent learning the choreography for their comeback song. With the song being ever-so catchy, you seemed to find yourself humming and singing the song whenever you were alone. But it always seemed to be Jungkook’s parts that you’d remember and sing along to. It confused you, but you were comfortable to admit with yourself that he had been gifted with a beautiful voice.
Today, the boys were able to go through the entire choreography both flawlessly and elegantly. It made you immensely proud and as the song finished you let out a yell of happiness.
“You did it, guys! It’s perfect, not a single mistake!” You gushed, hugging each of them and returning Namjoon’s high five. As you turned to Jungkook he simply offered a smile, which you took without hesitation. It was better than nothing, right?
Hoseok, being the lead dancer, couldn’t help but pull you towards him and dance. You laughed along with him, dancing sillily with him as Jimin and Seokjin joined in too. It was a happy moment for you, you felt you’d accomplished something big. And you felt happy to have been able to do so with these seven boys in particular.
“To celebrate, let’s go for barbecue and drinks! Come on, Y/N, we haven't even shouted you to dinner yet!” Namjoon suggested as the others agreed with no hesitation.
“I wish I could, but my uncle needed me to do a few things around here. Maybe I’ll join you guys a little later? Go have fun, okay? You’ve all worked extremely hard.” You laughed, waving the boys off as they whined. But nevertheless, they left the practise room with grumbling tummies and the need for a drink.
You moved towards the speakers, connecting your phone to it as you played the song you’d been practising to lately. It was a style you’d been introduced to at a young age; Bachata. It made you happy to be dancing something you were familiar with, but you didn’t realise not all the boys had left earlier.
In the corner of the room, Jungkook stood watching you. Seeing as he’d studied dance, he was very much aware of what you were doing. And, he was quite sure you needed a partner to dance like that. Gaining a bit of courage, Jungkook cleared his throat loudly enough to get your attention. You gasped as you turned around, about to scold him for creeping up on you.
“I can dance that.” He said simply.
“You can? Great, come be my partner.” You grinned, beckoning him over.
“Oh. No, I didn’t mean that I’d-”
“Jeon Jungkook.” He froze in his spot, “Just come dance with me. You do it fine with the others.” Jungkook weighed his options, biting his lip lightly before sighing, knowing he wouldn't be able to win against you.
As he stood in front of you, you placed one hand on his shoulder and brought the other to intertwine with his. He gulped loudly and you stifled a giggle as he hesitantly placed his free hand on your waist, his fingers not even touching your shirt.
“Jungkook, you can’t dance like that.” You laughed, removing your hand from his shoulder to firmly place his on your waist. The raven haired boy observed you questioningly and you smiled at him reassuringly, “It’s fine, don't worry.”
Nodding, Jungkook waited for the dance to begin. The song you’d played earlier had been put on loop and it was just beginning again. With it being a fast-paced song, you began swaying from side to side immediately, Jungkook following your movements easily.
Though Jungkook held a poker face, on the inside he was screaming. He now understood why he never seemed to appreciate you. It was because he was trying to deny the fact that he thought you were pretty and a good dancer. Maybe that combination was finally taking its toll on the poor boy.
Jungkook spun you around and you let out a laugh which only made him smile. The longer he held you in this way, the more comfortable he felt. It confused him. Severely. Maybe it was the fact that he’d never really had time to start liking someone, or he’d never really thought about it.
You had to admit yourself, the close proximity between you and Jungkook was something you were not expecting at all. Hell, he couldn’t even look you in the eye at times, yet here he was holding you close like this and dancing with you. And to think men thought women were confusing.
The song was coming to an end and you felt as if your legs were going to give out, but the sight of the big smile on Jungkook’s face did things to you. And as soon as the last note of the song sounded throughout the room, Jungkook didn’t let go of your hand.
“J-Jungkook.” You stuttered, looking up at the raven haired boy. As if a switch had been flicked on inside his mind, the boy let go of your hand, the other removing itself from your waist.
“Sorry.” He mumbled, his eyes avoiding yours, instead finding comfort in his black Nikes.
“No, it’s okay. I... Had fun.” You grinned, waiting for his response. Jungkook looked up at you, a smile placing itself on his lips.
“Really?” He breathed, “Because I did too. I had fun.” You laughed, nodding. He sighed, chuckling as he scratched the back of his neck, “Do you... Do you want to get something to eat? My shout.”
Your heart exploded. Boom.
“You don't want to join the boys for barbecue?” You asked, smirking as Jungkook’s smile faltered. “I’m joking, Jeon Jungkook. Yes, you may shout me dinner tonight.”
summary : "The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I'm alive."
Richard Siken - Crush
Jimin and Jeongguk are roommates from two separate worlds. Jimin is an introvert, Jeongguk is an extrovert. Being university students and struggling to pay rent, bills and tuition fees means they are compelled to turn to one last solution: entering a homemade porn contest for money.
Description: His entire life, Jungkook has only ever been referred to as “golden.” But Jungkook was realizing that he really wasn’t as “golden” and perfect as everyone expected him to be. However, Jungkook soon finds that being “golden”, at least to someone, isn’t always necessary.
His entire life, Jungkook has only ever been referred to as “golden.” Everything he’s done has always worked in his favor, from the time he topped the ranks in the taekwondo competition in elementary school to the time he scored the spot of team captain for the high school dance team (much to Jimin’s dismay). So when he was given the assignment of choreographing the dance for his final portfolio, he was sure that it would be a piece of cake.
However, Jungkook soon learned that it wasn’t a piece of cake; it was more like that one time Namjoon tried to bake a cake and burnt it.
He couldn’t seem to get the moves right. His steps were awkward, landing on the wrong beats and starting off on the wrong counts. His body couldn’t move along with the song as smoothly as he wanted it to; his arms bent at awkward angles and his legs too stiff. Sighing in frustration, he turned off the music and strides to his notebook.
“Maybe I should start a new dance,” he sighed to himself, crossing off the notes and pressing the “play” button on his speaker. It had been about four hours since he had started practicing and his muscles were clearly sore, his shirt drenched in sweat. Regardless of his protesting body, Jungkook got up once more and began choreographing again.
Mrs. Lam clapped her hands excitedly, as she always did when announcing a new project.
“Alright my lovely students! This new project’s theme shall be ‘Messages In Motion’. I understand it might be confusing now but I am so excited to see what you all come up with!”
The class buzzed with confused chatter; no one had any clue as to what the theme meant or how they were supposed to convey it. Cathryn looked over at her friend, Alyssa, and they both shared a rolling of their eyes. The bell rang soon after that and the two friends gathered their things.
“See you later, good luck!” Alyssa gave her a small wave. “We’re both going to need it.”
Cathryn smiled before heading out the door. As she walked, she pondered over what she was going to do for the project. She decided to walk around campus and hope that something would give her inspiration.
Frustrated, Cathryn walked around the halls of the fine arts building searching for anything that could fit the confusing prompt. What would Mrs. Lam mean by “Messages In Motion”? Cathryn fidgeted with her camera and peeked into all the classrooms as she walked by each one. After about half an hour, she sighed and was about to walk out the double doors when she caught a glance of a moving dark figure through the window of a second set of double doors. Curious, the photography major looked through the window of the doors. The dark figure was a boy about her age or maybe a year older. As he danced closer to the window she caught a glance of his face. Cathryn’s eyes widened as she realized how handsome he was. She became mesmerized with his flowing movements, his movements perfectly hitting every accent in the song. Her face flushed when he stopped dancing and looked up, his eyes locking with hers before he opened the door separating them. He caught his breath before speaking: “Umm, hi? Did you need something?”
His deep voice jolted Cathryn awake from her trance. “Oh, um, no, I was just walking by and was distracted by your dancing. Sorry.”
The boy smirked, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “Thanks, but I still need to work on it,” he remarked as he laughed shyly. At this, Cathryn gave him a confused look.
“What?! That was beautiful! It looked so professional, your moves were so in sync with the music; plus, you look like you actually felt the music.”
Jungkook felt his cheeks heat up at the sudden compliment, forgetting about his prior frustrations. “What’s your name?”
“Cathryn!” she said and gave him a smile while holding out her hand.
“I’m Jungkook, nice to meet you,” he grinned, gently shaking her hand. He hadn’t been able to look at her through the window, but now he realized what a warm smile she had and how pretty she looked. Her warm smile gave him the courage to say, “I’ve been working on this for a while and I’m kinda tired. You look kinda stressed too,” he gestured to the papers tucked under Cathryn’s arm. “Why don’t we go get some coffee? You know, to take a little break.”
Flushing for the second time that day, Cathryn offered a timid, surprised smile. “I’d love to.”
Their little “break” ended up being much longer than it should have been. As the pair got to know each other, both began realizing that they complemented each other, in a sense. Cathryn wasn’t the great expert in dance, however, she did enjoy watching dance videos on YouTube and was able to give Jungkook a couple of moves that she thought might fit with his song. In return, Jungkook offered to let Cathryn take pictures of him for her photography project, since dance was an art “in motion.”
Periodically, the two would meet up and discuss what their current projects were. Their meet ups became longer, less about their projects, and more about themselves. At the sight of Cathryn sitting at their familiar booth in their favorite coffee shop, Jungkook’s worries were always instantly lifted from his shoulders. He gradually came to accept that although the expectations on him were high, he wasn’t always required to reach them. There was, however, a person that always believed he could reach them, no matter what. Her warm smiles always offered comfort and encouragement.
Jungkook was always considered “golden.” Everything he did was supposed to be perfect. Was. Sometimes Jungkook felt he wasn’t good enough; he felt like he was losing his “golden touch” and he would let others down. However, there was a person who reminded him to take it easy, that she was there to catch him when he fell. To her, Jungkook would always be golden, golden like the beautiful flecks dancing in her eyes.
