♪ do your thang / do your thang with me now ♪

Jimin crossed in front of Seokjin and Hoseok, arm raised, wrist bent, hand outstretched and fingers curling as if holding an invisible hand.

Bodies crossed his line of vision but he always found Taehyung in the mirror. Eyes darting from Taehyung in the mirror to Taehyung in their formation and Jimin could have sworn they were two different people.

Because the thing about Taehyung was he never lost any detail in his dance, down to his fingertips.

He was nothing if not pure expression.

Which was why Jimin was taken aback by the way Taehyung's face - the Taehyung by his side - pulled into these expressions of disappointment, exasperation. Expressions he thought he hid well apparently - but there was no hiding from Jimin.

"Okay take five," Hoseok bent at the waist, resting his hands on his thighs, taking gulps of air. "Then we'll run it again."

The others nodded and Namjoon took it upon himself to retrieve a case of water bottles from a table in the corner of the room, passing them out to the members.

Jimin nodded his thanks, still catching his breath, stealing a sidelong glance at Taehyung who - sitting on the floor not moments before - was now laying fully on his back in the dance space, sprawled on the Bangtan logo. Chest heaving, wiping his brow.

Lips parted as sweat beaded down at an angle below his ear, down his neck to his grown out hair.

His head fell to the side, looking into the mirror and Jimin's gaze followed.

• • •

[flashback in jimin and taehyung's dorm ]

Jimin kept his eyes focused straight ahead, palming himself, watching the boy in the mirror fall apart moaning his goddamn name.

'Jimin, Jiminnnn'

His face, his body was on fire-

'Jimin-ah- Look at me- uhn-'

And Jimin stared into the mirror, stared back at Taehyung almost incredulously. What did he mean? Jimin was looking right at him - as if he even needed to ask at this point-

The other boy's head was tossing to the side and back, a sheen of sweat on his forehead and finally faced the mirror again.

Their eyes met again and Jimin felt his own hand slipping into his sweats as he watched Taehyung fight himself, the younger boy's eyes wanting to squeeze shut out of instinct and because he felt fucking amazing, but also wanting to keep eye contact with Jimin.

'J-Jimin- fuck. Look at me."

Jimin's hips jerked up into his own hand hearing his name mingled in with Taehyung's desperate cries - when the heady clouds of his own lust were scattered with a single word.

'NO.'

'What?' The eyes of the reflection were no longer visible, Taehyung faced away and Jimin watched his perfectly chiseled features move as he pleaded-

'Look at me."

Jimin turned, away from the mirror, to meet Taehyung's eyes - the real Taehyung's eyes - as the other boy's hand moved faster, coaxing his gasps out into the open, legs trembling and Jimin's name escaping his lips more often than he exhaled.

Jimin's heart hammered in his chest.

• • •

♪ what's my thang tell me now / tell me now yeah yeah yeah yeah ♪

Jimin's heart hammered in his chest

He and Taehyung, weaving behind Namjoon, their bodies creating a dangerous symmetry. Crossing behind the oldest, moving as one but remaining separate.

As if between them-

An invisible barrier, another line, intact, unobstructed and Jimin thought of the invisible line drawn down the center of their room back in the dorms.

The line he had yet to cross.

Even though Jimin stayed up nights hearing what Taehyung liked, watched how he liked to be touched. Eyes on the other boy's shaking hands as he pleasured himself, staring back at Jimin in the mirror.

Though they had never gone as far as to touch each other.

Not yet.

But Jimin knew that the next time he crossed a line, it wouldn't be alone.

[a/n]

soooo....

what are your NYE plans?

(happy new year to my friends in different time zones, what's 2021 like?)

i'm staying in, like last year

but this time because of pandemic safety measures

not like last year when i was just avoiding drunk people

💜💜