Hoseok was making his rounds, correcting posture, stepping back and observing the choreography of the other members - stopping them again to run through a portion that was looking a little off.

They'd already practiced On but this was nothing new, putting in fourteen-hour days all week. It actually felt a little comforting to have that burn in their limbs again after so long.

Jimin was sweating, his blond hair dangling into his eyes.

But he kept moving, kept feeling the fluctuation of the melody playing in the background of the track, and let his body illustrate the track's complexity. The rising fire of the strings, the dramatic pizzicato, the self-inflicted pain of the lyrics.

He watched Taehyung in the mirror, felt Taehyung moving behind him. Swiftly. The skill, the graceful rhythm and fluidity of his movement reducing him to a whisper.

The only evidence of his presence a rush of air. And that reflection Jimin followed in the mirror.

And then Taehyung came to the foreground, throwing his shoulders back, his head tilting, eyes looking into the bright lights of the practice space as if posing a cathartic question. One that he already knew the answer to.

And Jimin tracked his every movement, obsessed with lines. Lines that the body made. Couldn't help but notice the clean line Taehyung made with the extension of his right arm.

Then Taehyung looked dead on into the mirror as he made another extension with his left arm. Graceful lines, like the wings of a bird.

Lines.

Lines that the body made. Lines that Jimin wanted to cross.

And as Jimin moved he kept his gaze locked on Taehyung's eyes in the mirror. As if the reflection itself was staring into Jimin's soul. Jimin's focus flicked from Taehyung's back, his real and tangible body, and the face of the reflection.

And he wanted both of them.

Yes, both.

As there had always been two sides.

For himself. For Taehyung. For all of them.

They had always had sides, two versions of themselves. A reflection of who they wanted to show the world. And... who they really were.

Sometimes they showed those sides to each other... but sometimes Jimin only caught glances in the mirror as facades cracked.

He almost felt that maybe Tae... maybe Tae had more sides than most.

Hoseok approached Taehyung and Namjoon, a split-second of their movement giving him cause for concern.

"You've gotta activate your shoulders a bit- This move has a backward lean and you'll need to give yourself extra support here," he tapped between Namjoon's shoulders, "or it'll end up hurting your trapezius and disrupt the flow of the movement in the dance."

Hoseok clapped his hands, "Break!" he shouted and then laughed amongst the groans because the members were already aching to complete the session in one go, but they knew their dance leader and trusted that he understood exactly how they should proceed.

He walked along behind the members as they sat on the floor, pulling hamstrings, rotating limbs in slow and satisfying stretches.

He dropped a kiss onto the top of Yoongi's head before helping Seokjin, arms outstretched, to make sure his shoulder muscles stayed flexible for their next attempt at Black Swan.

• • •

The first line that Jimin crossed was purely in the safety of his thoughts. But crossed nonetheless.

Ever since Hoseok and Yoongi became a thing and the members had uprooted their roommate system, Jimin stayed with Taehyung.

Which was fine.

They were close friends, soulmates, and this would be like some endless sleepover. He was happy.

Until it became more.

See, Taehyung had needs, much like any of them did. He just... didn't meet them in the shower like most of the other members, Jimin assumed, had learned to do over the years.

No, Taehyung woke up just after midnight, most nights, to relieve himself right there in his bed. Not six feet away from where Jimin slept.

And the first time, after a comparatively uneventful first month of rooming together, Jimin quietly put the pillow over his head, assuming it was a one-off thing.

Ignoring the wet sounds and sighs and the way even the thought of those soft cries made him tent in his sweatpants long after it was over.

That had been the first time.

But it happened every night after.

And Jimin couldn't even see that first line anymore, crossed so far that he didn't even think twice about playing Taehyung's sounds on a loop in his head as he fucked into his own hand in the shower every morning.

• • •

The second line that Jimin crossed was purely the opposite of safe.

The second line he crossed was when he let Taehyung know that he listened in on his midnight sessions.

Not by telling him outright. Not by getting caught.

The second line he crossed... was when he sat up in bed after he thought he heard a muffled 'Jiminnn'. Sat up in bed looking into the mirror on the opposite wall, directly watching the boy on the other bed.

Staring into Taehyung's eyes in the glass as the boy brought himself to orgasm.

"Ready?"

Jimin joined the members as they arranged themselves in position for the start of the track, arms extended to the ceiling, and from the corner of his eye, he watched Taehyung's hands move with the tones of the gayageum.

Watched his look of concentration, frustration, while he faced the ceiling. Watched the expression melt as he turned his face to the imaginary audience. Watched it morphe into the Taehyung he showed the world. 

Controlled. Effortlessly sexy.

But the frustrated expression stayed with Jimin, in his mind's eye as he imagined them both seated in the quiet, empty dance space, lights low, facing the mirror. Taehyung with that same look of frustration - and pleasure - whimpering while Jimin edged him on and on and on.

Visions shattered as he bumped into Seokjin, stumbling slightly.

"Jiminie, you okay?"

He nodded, "Sorry," and found Taehyung in the mirror once again.

And his thoughts dove deep, darker now than the eyes reflected in the glass as Hoseok's lyric echoed in the practice space.

♪ deeper- yeah, think i'm going deeper ♪

Lines growing fainter as seconds ticked by.

Let's descend.

[a/n]

😳 this isn't sope, where am i?

i almost can't believe i did this but i had so much fun writing this story

what do you guys think so far??

also- 

 cara and nani got me cryin in da club. 

Yoongidique

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i can cause feels too 😤

(see my mb)

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