Jungkook's Point of View

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Nights after I went out with Taehyung and Namjoon, another friend of mine, like we usually did in saturday night's. We were directed to this new club whom I forgot the name. It was not far from my house, so we left the car around there and decided to walk by. While I was distracted hearing the other two blabber, my eyes wandered around the dark streets, noticing Jimin heading somewhere in a black sweatshirt, gray sweatpants and sneakers, eventhough it was very very cold outside

>>Guys go ahead, I'm going to get there later<<

Taehyung, who saw Jimin too, gave me a look of disapproval, but saying nothing, he left with Namjoon. Meanwhile the brunette, oblivious of my presence, had continued his tracks for who knows where, so I had to hurry and run to reach him. I patted his shoulder making him jump in surprise. He turned to me pulling off his headphones with a frightened expression, and only then I noticed the pair of rounded glasses settled on his nice pinkish nose. Jimin was so cute that I found myself questionig how he managed to do radiate that natural childish aura in terms of purity and genuinity, adjectives that honestly I couldn't label anyone that i knew. Still, with his fringe parted, letting his vaguely sweaty forehead breathe, his cheeks lightly dusting pink and the little pants he was emitting, he looked a bit tired and fucked up, an expression kinda sinful on his childish features, made it resemble body interactions that the boy wasn't probably even aware of, so...kinda a turn-on. Back to his hateful expression, I had a mid conjecture of why would he react like that to my only presence, so it wasn't that big of a surprise when he stepped away further from me, warily

>>What do you want?<<

If I hadn't been shocked by his attitude, his cold tone of voice surely fucked me up inside. I didn't expect such a baby-faced boy to talk like that. I smiled sheepisly 

''Okay Taefuck, we'll see if your sweet manner boy attitude have effects on him''

>>Just talk to you maybe? If you're not busy of course<<

He looked a bit mortified, guilty even, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding my eyes. A lovely sigh was left to roll out of his pretty lips. They were so inviting..

>>Sorry..Yoongi told me to stay away from you..I didn't mean to be rude<<

The corner of my lips curved upwards, because the attitude seemed to have effects since he had already softened down a little. Even if he was a well behaved kid, no one could deny I was sexy, and he must've been blind not to see it, which wasn't true. Which meant he was probably attracted to me anyway

>>Oh..I see<<

I replied, trying to pull at him the most innocent face I could manage to show off

 >>But really, I just wanted to chat with you<<

He nodded, so I tentatively proceeded

>>I saw you from the opposide side of the street, and I thought to come and disrupt you since I would love to get to know you a bit. Where are you heading at this hour?<<

>>Nothing special, really, home actully, I just left the gym<<

I would've never thought of Jimin as a gym type by looking at his thi frame

>>What kid of workout do you do?<<

His blush crept harder this time on his freezing little face

>>I'm taking dance lessons<<

''Compliment him''

>>You dance?! That's cool man!<<

And that's how I found out  where did those thighs and ass come from. Jimin finally looked at me, his eyes sparkling magnigicently under the creepy light of the lappost

>>Yeah, It's my favourite thing to do! You like it too? Sorry but what's your name again?<<

I could tell he was seriously infatuated of dancing since his eyes gleamed like that. He must've enjoied it a lot

>>Oh, I never really presented myself, I'm Jungkook<<

Think of something. QUICK.

>>Well..yes, but for some reasons I had to leave the gym, and I'm looking for another one? Where do you practice?<<

He smiled widely, sweetly. He had already got a liking on me just because I lied about me liking to dance! He was so naive! 

Oh my godness, how come that in this world this innocent kind of person still exists? 

He signaled a white building not too far away from us with his index finger

>>In there, it's a good place, and the teacher, Hoseok hyung, is really nice!<<

He explained me in excitement and fibrillation

>>Nice in what kind of way?<<

I smirked at him, but he didn't get the joke, and a look of confusion appeared on his beautifully sculpted features

>>He's funny, really good at dancing and teaching..? Are there any other ways of being nice?<<

>>Yeah there are plenty!<<

Jimin looked even more confused, his lashed quickly fluttering, and I got the chance to step closer in front of him

>>A person can be nice at many things and in many ways: you can be a nice dancer, or a good kisser, we could test it out!<<

Jimin blushed a nice shade of pink from head to toe and i started laughing

>>Just kidding Jimin!<<

He stood still for a moment before joining my laugh with an awkward and embarrassed one

>>Hey Jimin, can I call you Jiminie? I hope you won't mind<<

He lowered his head lovingly and a second or two later he nodded lightly. I caught myself peeking at him adoringly, but suddenly a call reached his phone, so he excused himself after checking the caller's ID

>> I have to go, see you at school Jungkook<<

>> See ya' Jiminie!<<

He waved cutely his hand at me, spinning then on his heels and walking away. I took some more seconds to appreciate again that God blessed ass, then I turned as well to the other side, towards the way to the club, sighing. 

After all, why do i really need to go there? But Tae's gonna be mad at me if i don't. 

I proceeded whining and huffing to myself.

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