I'm Never Gonna Get Over This NEVER.

i'm never gonna get over this NEVER.

JUST JUNGKOOK GETTING OUT OF THE SHOWER

the rational part of my brain is like oh yeah it's cold in korea he's probably wearing 30 pairs of full-body thermal underwear

but the irrational part of my brain says ʙᴇᴇғʏ

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in the shadows ( yoonmin au ) | the prologue

when world-renowned pianist yoongi is hired to play a piece for the beautiful up-and-comer to the dance scene, jimin, he never thought that he’d fall in love so easily. the dancer was graceful as a swan, ever-flowing as a river and had a body that was sculpted by the gods themselves. had he believed in love at first sight? not in the slightest. but, would he change his mind for jimin? yes.

their time together was first spent in the dance studio, where they both practiced for hours to get timing and positioning right… but the moments he cherished most were whenever jimin took a seat beside him on his piano bench, his perfume so sweet and intoxicating as it surrounded yoongi, and played a few simple songs with him. the two of them were inseparable for the months of practice they had together. when the night of the performance arrived, yoongi was more nervous than he would ever let on but managed to keep his composure when he saw jimin completely in full dress - makeup and all.

when he was bare-faced, he was so beautiful. but, when he had the whole look… he was ethereal.

his calm and confident demeanor before the show probably helped too. once it was over and the roar of the crowd had faded into silence, the two of them finally shared their first kiss in the shadow of the large velvet curtain; a fitting end to their beautiful beginning.

but, was it smooth sailing to get to that point?

┆彡 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ┆彡

type : jimin x yoongi, yoonmin synopsis : what happens when these two soulmates find one another on the stage? status : ongoing. rating : pg-13. a/n : this was just supposed to be an imagine, but a few people expressed wanting me to make it an actual story. so, here it is... chapter two! this has also been posted on my ao3, if you'd like to see it on there, as well.

𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. ˎˊ˗

TRIGGER WARNINGS : there’s really nothing to worry about in this chapter, aside from some cute moments.

"Yoongi, please get out of bed. Remember that you're supposed to meet up with Park Jimin today for your first rehearsal together in about… twenty minutes."

A loud groan escaped from beneath the pile of blankets that the male was cuddled up under, hands placed between his legs while lying in the fetal position - his most comfortable way to sleep.

"I know that you're my manager and all, but can you please loosen the reins just a little, Sejin hyung?"

"You know I can't do this. Now, come on. This is your job, remember? This is how you make money and provide for yourself."

Yoongi finally sat up in his bed with hair askew and stared at his manager with a look of irritation, but he still loved him endlessly. The man had been there for him for years and he was so glad that he had him by his side; trusting him with everything he had. "Okay, fine. But is money really worth it if I can't even take enough of a rest to enjoy it?"

"You can sleep after this project."

With a grumble, the resident grumpy pianist forced his tired body out of the large bed and slid his feet into the slippers on the floor so that he could hurry to the shower. Getting the male through his morning regimen and out the door with an iced coffee in hand only took about ten minutes, so there was still plenty of time to spare for him to make it to his destination - the practice room. He hadn't been in one of those in years, so it would be interesting to find out just how well a piano, or keyboard in his case, would sound with the echo.

Once they arrived, Manager Sejin came to his door and opened it for him so that he could "make his entrance" the right way. Not that it really mattered here… It wasn't a red carpet, after all. Despite that, he still decided to look as stylish as possible, because he had heard that the man that he was supposed to be working with was fairly handsome and fashion-forward. Yoongi lowered his glasses further down his nose and looked around once he had walked inside to an empty room, raising an eyebrow as his eyes locked onto the small keyboard in the corner. He clicked his tongue and glanced over his shoulder to Sejin (who was now standing off to the side to give room that they would need) for a moment, before giving the keyboard his attention again.

"I feel disrespected. The corner? What am I, in trouble?" He mumbled under his breath and then heard a giggle that sounded akin to a twinkle of a star that you'd hear in cartoons. What the hell was that?

He turned around curiously, pouty lips on full display so that he could face whoever had laughed at him. When their eyes locked, Yoongi felt like he had just been punched in the gut with how quickly he lost control of his breathing. Was this… the Park Jimin? This gorgeous creature?

"Don't worry, Min Yoongi-ssi. I just pushed it off to the side while I was practicing. I got here early, so I decided to get a little more work in… I'm sorry about making you wait. Had to refill my water." He lifted his bottle up now and shook it for extra effect, giving a small smirk.

The difference in drinks that the both of them had was almost comical, but Yoongi's name was synonymous with a black iced coffee; it was a part of his identity, so he couldn't turn back now.

"You must be Park Jimin. Nice to meet you."

He responded and bowed slightly in his spot, trying to at least be respectful - even if he didn't know the age of the other. Once it was returned to him, he cleared his throat and sipped a little more from his straw to enjoy the wonderful effects of the caffeine running through his veins. It was going to be much needed in the months to come and he wasn't sure whether he would ultimately end up dreading it or loving every moment spent with his partner - his member.

An hour had passed, and it had been completely filled with music, timing, dancing and repeating the same sequence over and over again. It was mentally taxing for Yoongi - not to mention it felt like his fingers were about to fall off - and physically exhausting for Jimin. The man hadn't stopped since he arrived, and he had to give him his props for it.

"Do you mind if we take a break for a bit? I feel like I'm going to pass out, if I don't." Jimin said softly and then went over to grab his water bottle, nearly collapsing onto his butt on the floor while he panted heavily. Yoongi hummed in response and looked down to his music sheet for the next song that they'd be working on before leaving for the night.

Glancing up slowly to take in the other male, Yoongi's eyes drifted from his head all the way down to his feet. How was he literally perfect everywhere? He was 100% sure that the same could be said for the parts of his body that were hidden beneath his clothes, but he instantly shook his head the moment his mind went there. What a pervert, Yoongi. Pay attention to your music and keep it in your pants.

"If you need to stop for the night, we can. We're almost done anyway, and we don't need you getting hurt or sick because of this. We have plenty of days and nights that we can work on it." Yoongi said and crossed his arms across his chest, glancing at the iced coffee cup that had sat there empty for a while now.

Jimin seemed to be a bit of a hard-headed individual, because when given the opportunity to go home and rest, he took it upon himself to get up from his spot on the floor so that he could pick up right back where they had left off. "Come on. No one needs to rest until our allotted time."

And so, another hour or so crept by and the both of them managed to finish up the last song, both ready to pass out in their own right. But not before eating a good meal. Luckily, as they were both packing up to go, Manager Sejin had returned from his little outing and got the both of them some Korean food from up the street. The two drooled at the sight and smell while it was being laid out for them on the floor and then grabbed their chopsticks, clicking them together in a "cheers" fashion so they could dig in.

"Thank you for the food, Yoongi-ssi… I will eat well." Jimin said with a bow of his head and then shoved some meat into his mouth almost immediately. Yoongi really wanted to chuckle at him, but he wasn't to the point of showing any full emotions to him quite yet. It always seemed to take him more time than others to warm up to someone, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, he supposed. He was slow to trust and that just meant that once he finally did, it made their friendship worth it in the end.

Once all of the food had been devoured and plenty of small talk ensued, they both stood and threw their trash away. It was now that point in time where they had to deal with awkward goodbyes, even though it didn't really seem that way to Yoongi.

"Well, I guess this is it… You did a really good job tonight, Jimin-ssi. Same time tomorrow or do we want to adjust our schedule a bit?" Yoongi asked softly, sounding a bit like a father instead of a colleague.

"Same time. I think today worked out well! If… That's okay with you, I mean." Jimin was so soft-spoken, and it was really interesting to him because he was actually the exact same way. They seemed to have a bit in common, it seemed.

"No, that's alright with me. Let's keep the time the same unless something comes up last minute." He nodded and then shoved his hands in his pocket, feeling a bit weird because Manager Sejin was just standing behind the both of them while waiting for Yoongi at the door to get him back inside of the car. "Do you need a drive home?"

Jimin's head shook a little, his small hand coming up to run his fingers through his hair and Yoongi just about passed away when the other's forehead was revealed to him. He couldn't believe that the gods had a favorite and he happened to be right in front of him. "No, I'll be just fine. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Jimin-ssi."