His lashes fluttered over his red cheeks, flushed with exertion, his chest heaving as sharp gasps stung in his lungs, plump lips parted as he moved across the cold floor gracefully, bare feet skimming over the smooth surface, curving and bending slowly. His arms stretched out as he took short leaps, and twirls, his hair sticking to his skin, which was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and the music flowed through his ears effortlessly, translated through his constantly moving and twisting body, his muscles burning in a way that left him feeling satisfied.

Dancing was like breathing to him.

Jungkook practiced beside him, his tight fitting shirt outlining abs gained from years of hard work, slender legs tensing and relaxing impressively, and as he tilted his head back, the artificial lighting bringing out his prominent jaw line, and the column of his pale neck, dark eyes shining as sweat pooled in the crevices of his collarbones, Jimin could see Tae's Adam's apple bob in his cinnamon painted throat. He clenched his fists as he watched them from the corner of the room, having taken a short break for water, and though Jimin and Hobi were both equally sweaty, and on display in their dance clothes, which stuck to their bodies, Jungkook was the only one Taehyung was seeing, the only one he was looking at like he wanted to pin him against the wall and wreck him.

Jimin could plainly tell that Tae was burning with lust right about now, and he could tell Jungkook knew it, as he was wearing a smirk on his lips, and his features were layered with mischief.

That tease, Jimin thought in amusement, slowing in his movements as the song came to an end.

And as soon as the last note played, Jungkook was striding across the room, taking a seat right next to Tae, and tipping his water bottle back, gulping greedily, wetting his already tempting lips, and then licking them, biting down seductively as his shorts rode up.

And that was it for Taehyung.

He abruptly grabbed Jungkook's wrists, mumbling something about needing to talk with him before dragging him off.

And as Hobi and Jimin exchanges glances, they didn't really need to use their imagination to figure out what they were doing.