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Jungkook alternates between playing with the zipper of his favorite red sweatshirt and tracing words into the pad of his thumb. He's standing in the corner of the dance studio, watching as twenty or so students mill around him, chattering excitedly as they wait for their teachers to arrive. It’s his last class of the day and all he wants to do is go home.
Actually, Jungkook has been looking forward to this particular class all week because it’s his only modern dance class, but now that he’s actually here there’s nothing he wants more than for it to be over so he can go home and fall into his bed. He condones the fact that he’s currently a little less than enthusiastic because it’s his second day of university and he’s freaking exhausted.
With that in mind, he doesn’t understand how everyone in his class seems to already know one another. Or maybe they’re all just really friendly. Jungkook doesn’t understand that either; he’s never been great at making friends. Then again, maybe they just have other classes together. He scans some nearby faces but he doesn’t see anyone he recognizes from any of his other classes. Honestly, he’s been so stressed out trying to adjust to the transition from high school to college that he hasn’t paid much attention to the people around him. But it's a little hard not to now because the wall-to-wall mirrors make it seem like there's twice as many people in the room and that only manages to make him feel even more anxious. Thank god he has his headphones; they’ve been a lifesaver over the last two days.
He’s busy trying to subtly sing along to his favorite song when he notices the chatter around him die down significantly. He takes a quick glance at the clock and realizes the teachers must be here so he shoves his phone and earbuds into his bag before hurrying over to the front of the room where the majority if the students have begun to gather. He’s the last one to join the group but he’s also a giant so he has no trouble getting a glimpse of the two people, presumably their teachers, that everyone is crowding around.
It’s at this point that Jungkook’s attitude makes a 180 because his dance teacher is hot.
Technically there are two people at the front, but Jungkook can’t tear his eyes away from the boy on the right. He’s short and adorable and bubbly and all the things Jungkook never goes for because he’s a legs guy but damn does this guy have legs. They’re not long, but they’re thick and smooth and basically the most accurate definition of “honey thighs” Jungkook ever seen. His loose tank top leaves little to the imagination and Jungkook has to figuratively wipe the drool from his chin.
And then there’s that smile. That eye smile. It’s definitely the cutest thing Jungkook has seen in his entire life, aside from Honduran white bats. Okay, it’s probably even cuter than Honduran white bats. (He’ll have to take a picture and compare the two later.)
Is Jungkook swooning? He feels like he’s swooning.
The boy on the left is slightly taller and less thick, but he’s definitely still toned as hell. His smile is like a slice of sunshine and Jungkook resists the urge to shield his eyes because it’s way too fucking late for him to be as bright and peppy as he is.
The sunshine boy introduces himself as “Jung Hoseok” and the shorter boy introduces himself as “Park Jimin.” They’re both students thank god (not that Jungkook would mind seducing a significantly older man if he looked like that) but Jungkook doesn’t catch what year, or anything else for that matter, because all he can focus on is the ridiculously gorgeous boy who is apparently going to be teaching him for the entire semester.
Hoseok and Jimin finish their introductions and then explain that they’ll be splitting the students into two groups based on skill and experience. Jungkook cheers internally when Jimin announces that he’ll be teaching the more experienced group. He notices a few girls giggle and high-five when they get put into Jimin’s group and rolls his eyes at them (even though he was literally doing the same thing on the inside). Sorry ladies, he thinks, this one is mine.
Everything is fine up until the point where Jimin starts doing body rolls. Then Jungkook has to physically prevent himself from squealing. (He applauds his self-control considering some of the other girls in the group fail miserably.) It’s not that Jungkook isn’t familiar with body rolls, because he is, it’s just that he’s never seen anyone move their body quite like that and currently there are a million thoughts racing through his brain, but two very prominent ones finally beat their way to the forefront of his mind. First, Jimin is hot as hell and Jungkook needs to find a way to get into his pants. Second (and maybe slightly more urgent than the first) Jungkook needs to find a way to prevent himself from popping a boner every time Jimin does that in the future and, more importantly, right now.
Jungkook forces himself to avoid staring at Jimin and tries to think of mood-killers like English class and vegemite and his grandparents having sex, but it’s really fucking hard when he swears to god that Jimin is sending him flirty looks every time he rolls his hips like a fuckin tsunami.
Somehow Jungkook manages to make it through the first half of class without having to excuse himself to take care of a semi, but when Jimin plops down on the floor to stretch during their break he puts Jungkook through a whole other world of pain because holy shit the kid is flexible and Jungkook has to stop his mouth from falling open.
And five minutes later Jungkook is so busy thinking of all the positions he could bend Jimin into that he fails to realize Jimin is walking towards him until he’s standing right in front of him, smiling like the sexy beast adorable little ray of sunshine he is.
Jimin leans down, his smile widening to reveal the best set of teeth Jungkook has ever seen, and Jungkook is disgusted by his sudden desire to bottle up Jimin’s scent.
“Hey! What’s your name?” He asks amiably, eyes curving up into little crescents, and Jungkook wants to tear out his fucking heart.
“Me-me?” He stammers and then internally curses himself because who else would he be talking to, you idiot? “I’m Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”
“You’re an amazing dancer, Jungkook-ah. What year are you?”
Jungkook feels his cheeks warm from the compliment and maybe also because Jimin is talking to him and he’s so much hotter up close.
“I’m a freshman,” he replies, struggling to focus on something other than Jimin’s plump lips.
Jimin laughs and oh god he has a baby laugh, which is why Jungkook frowns slightly at what Jimin says next: “Oooh, so you’re a baby.”
I’ll show you how much of a baby I am when I’m fucking you into the headboard Jungkook thinks, but he just offers Jimin an awkward smile that he hopes is endearing and says, “I guess so? What year are you, Jimin-sshi?”
“I’m a junior. I’m majoring in modern dance. Call me hyung.”
There’s no way in hell Jungkook is calling this shorty “hyung.”