🎙Dance with me🎙

The baggy clothes Hoseok was wearing was disgusting to the Ballet teacher. Jimin found it odd. You'll only sweat more.

Unlike Hoseok, Jimin was open about his sexuality. He showed proudly that he was gay, and would let it know. He was the one male Ballet teacher of the Gwangju dance school.

Jimin would always wear a transparent loose crock top to lower the heat around his torso, and would wear leggings that always started just above his belly button and ended right at his ankles.

He always chooses in a color scheme. Either purple and black, or pink and white. Whatever he likes.

He put matching Ballet shoes underneath them, usually matching the crock top.

Today was no different. With a lilac top and shoes, and black tights, He was bowing his head down, stretching his body.

Today, was a day he was going to hate. He would hate so much. Let's rewind to that morning shall we?

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"So, I talked with the student's parents today." Seokjin started. "They said that their children wanted a pairing lesson." Jimin crossed his arms. "We don't have enough students to do that." He replied.

Seokjin nodded. "That is why we'll combine two classes for our next lesson." Jimin tilted his head. "Is there another Ballet class with the amount of students?" He asked. Seokjin shook his head.

The door opened. "You wanted to see me?" Jimin frowned at the sight of the Hip-hop teacher.

Jung Hoseok.

"Perfect timing." Seokjin smiled. "You two will be working together on a mixed dance. Ballet and Hip-hop." Hoseok raised an eyebrow, looking at the frowning Jimin. "But he doesn't like me." He said, pointing at the Ballet teacher.

Jimin let out an annoyed sigh and rolled his eyes. "Wow, what a discovery." He replied growling. "Can't I just do a dance with Yoongi or something?!" He whined.

Hoseok looked a bit offended, hooking an arm around Jimin's thin waist. "Ey, we can work it out." Jimin scoffed and pushed his arm away. "No. We can't."

Hoseok raised his upper lip slightly. "So picky. Who broke your legs today?" He snarled. "I'll be the one to break yours. I wonder how fat they are if you hide them under such big pants." He spat. Hoseok hissed lowly. "It's a lifestyle. You know I could be making fun of your thick thighs, but I don't do I?!" He yelled.

Jimin's body tensed up. Hoseok could swear he saw veins popping out of his neck. His fists tightened their grip around nothing and he could swear Jimin wad about to slap his face off his body and use it as his personal trophy.

"I'm sorry, but we put in a poll on the website. A lot of your students wanted each other. It'll be one time. That's it." Seokjin smiled. Jimin scoffed. "If he promises not to touch me." Hoseok opened his mouth, broken words spilling from it as he held his arms up in defeat.

He shook his head and walked out in annoyance. "It's a frickity frackity PARTNER DANCE!!" He yelled before the door shut closed with a loud bang.

A few seconds of silence shared between them. "If that was Namjoon the door would've broken." Seokjin chuckled. "That's your husband." Jimin scoffed. "And he makes fun of my cooking skills. I can make fun of him too." Seokjin chuckled.

"Listen Jimin, I know it isn't what you wanted. But just give him a chance. Even as a Hip-hop artist, outside of his job he's an amazing guy." Seokjin smiled. "Maybe if you try him outside the job, you'd get to know him."

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And so here they are. Jimin was stretching and preparing. Mentally as well. His joins popped every now and then, biting his lip as he felt his stiff morning body smoothly becoming a flexible dancer like he always has been.

He slowly made his way to the next studio, he could hear the vague music of Hip-hop. He peeked inside of the glass walls. And there he stood.

Hoseok's movements were smooth and flexible. He was finally wearing something else than baggy pants. He clearly seemed fed up with the same anger that he had seen him with this morning.

Something made him nervous. Jimin had never seen Hoseok dance before. But this... This made him almost regret insulting him.

(You can imagine anything at this point but at least you'll know a bit of what I mean)

Hoseok panted and turned hid head to the younger Ballet dancer, who quickly looked away with a scoff. Hoseok simply opened the door. "What the hell do you want?" He snarled.

Jimin gulped. "I..." He sighed. "Do you wanna go out sometime?" He asked, avoiding any eye contact. Hoseok scoffed. "What for? So you can scold me even more?" He spat, towering over the Ballet dancer. Jimin suddenly felt very small under the other dancer.

He quickly shook his head. "N-no... Jin hyung advised me to get to know you. After the lesson... Maybe you'd wanna get lunch with me." He mumbled. Hoseok sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. "You know what it is Jimin?" He grumbled.

"I liked you before you started this conflict. I thought you were cool when you were coming out as gay and I wanted to give you a strength boost. If you could have seen it that way this would never been our relationship." Hoseok snarled. "I'd probably be kissing you on the couch right now."

Jimin looked up at him with shock. "You're gay?" "So what?" Hoseok spat. "I like guys, you do too. Why is that so shocking to you? I'm just in a different style of dance." He growled. Jimin stammered a few broken words.

"W-will you still dance with me?" He asked nervously. Hoseok sighed, pulling the beanie off his head and putting it back on. "Fine. On one condition." He growled. Jimin stayed quiet, waiting for the dancer's words.

"You'll pay for the lunch." He chuckled. Jimin looked up at him. Hoseok wore a heart-shaped smile. Jimin just felt his heart go Doki-Doki.

(Doki-Doki is Japanese for heartbeat, but they also use it to say I love you.)

He nodded. "I will..." He mumbled a quiet thanks. Hoseok chuckled. "Did you seriously get nervous around me?" Jimin stayed quiet. "Let's just practice the dance. Do you have the music?"

Hoseok nodded. "Jungkook gave it to me. He's a cute boy. Good dancer too." Jimin nodded. "He's good." "Better than me?" Hoseok teased. "You know I'd almost say yes." Jimin mocked.

Hoseok scoffed. "Right. And that Taehyung kid of yours is better than you. He has good thighs too." Jimin smacked his shoulder playfully. "Is that all you think about?"

Hoseok shrugged. "They look good, what can I say?" He chuckled, squeezing Jimin's thigh. "Just like yours." Jimin smacked his hand away. "Hands off." He pouted. Hoseok chuckled. "Come on in Jiminie."

Jimin giggled softly. "Set on the music." Hoseok chuckled. "As you wish your majesty." Hoseok began to sway his body to the music on his own. His moves were flexible and powerful.

Jimin watched Hoseok dance, his dancing almost telling Jimin a story. He found himself moving with Hoseok. His arms snaking around Hoseok's neck and pushing on his shoulders to lift his lower body into the air, his legs straightened as he turned, pushing the back of his body against Hoseok's chest.

The Hip-hop dancer set his hands at Jimin's waist, letting a bit of distance between the two bodies. Hoseok pulled the younger closer again, letting Jimin lean on his hand and wrist to let his back roll on Hoseok's, his legs perfectly balanced as he landed once again.

Hoseok's string moves matched perfectly with Jimin's elegance. The calm and yet wild dance that the both of them followed matched them. It told them a story.

Seokjin smiled at the two as he watched them move. "And?" The voice on the phone asked. "They're doing it." Seokjin replied. "Do you think Hoseok will turn him?" The voice asked again. "If he doesn't he knows he's making a mistake, Namjoon." Seokjin said nervously.

"I know." Namjoon sighed. "They will both be alone on the next blood moon. Both of us don't work at that time." Seokjin groaned. "I know. Hoseok won't realize what's going on."

"Will Jimin be okay?" Namjoon asked. "My guess?" Seokjin sighed. "He won't be an inch safe. You know how vampires work Namjoon, you're one yourself." Namjoon sighed deeply. "No need to remind me."

Jimin panted slightly. His eyes were locked with Hoseok's and he didn't think he could get any weaker. His heart was killing him.

Hoseok smiled. "We got our dance! You think you can dance like that when the class sees us like this?" He teased. Jimin bit his bottom lip. "Depends on how you'll lead."

There was a knock on the glass. Both the dancers turned. "Your class is here." Yoongi called out. Jimin's face flushed a bright red, disconnecting his body from Hoseok's.

"Let's go..." He mumbled. Hoseok chuckled, biting his lip and hummed, he followed Jimin towards the bigger dance studio.

Many female dancers from Jimin's class always swooned over Hoseok. Jimin would bet that they chose him just to check him out.

Somewhere inside he didn't like others looking at Hoseok.

"Welcome back." Hoseok greeted, winking at his own class. "As you know many of you requested a partner's dance. This will be a mix between Ballet and Hip-hop. Make sure to stretch and check your flexibility before dancing." Jimin added.

"After you've flexed, not impressing the lads." Hoseok chuckled. "Search for a partner. Keep it appropriate, get to know each other a bit. We'll start in ten minutes." Hoseok clapped his hands and the students immediately started moving.

It wasn't a surprise to see Taehyung and Jungkook pair up. The two had been shipping Hoseok and Jimin since the first time they saw them together.

Jimin is now ashamed to admit that he may like the idea of the ship.

Even after the lesson, Taehyung and Jungkook came running by. "Are you two a couple now?!" Taehyung asked happily. Hoseok shrugged. "Jiminie is taking me out to lunch. It might be a date." He winked. Jungkook whistled when Taehyung pulled him away.

Jimin sighed and shook his head. "Those two." "They're good dancers." Hoseok chuckled. "But he is right. When are you planning on taking me?" Jimin shrugged. "I don't know. Where and whenever you want then."

Hoseok chuckled. "Your house. Your cooks." He grinned. Jimin blinked at him. "You're serious?" Hoseok nodded. "Of course I am." Jimin gulped nervously as Hoseok took his smaller hand in his larger one.

"I'm not a very good cook, but I'll see what I can make." Jimin called out from the kitchen. Hoseok was admiring Jimin's house. It was a modern style and he had a wild open space where it was clear Jimin would dance in.

"What do you normally eat? You seem pretty healthy fed." Hoseok chuckled. "I simply put together some lettuce and some healthy snacks. An apple or something." Jimin replied with a shrug. "I'm not one to make bread."

Hoseok chuckled. "Who said I needed bread. Maybe I need you." He grinned, hugging the smaller boy from behind. Jimin gulped nervously. "You don't need me." "I do." Hoseok said softly.

He turned the smaller boy around. Jimin's mouth was agape, his heart pounding. Hoseok was close. Too close. Hoseok smiled. "I know we've been in rivalry for three years, but can we put it aside?" He asked. Jimin but his bottom lip.

"You can't expect me to... like you all of a sudden." "I'm not expecting you to." Hoseok shook his head. "But for God's sake and all of the best food in the world, please just let me kiss you." He begged, his hands tightening around Jimin's waist.

Jimin hesitated. He hated Hoseok for 3 years, now he comes in and does all cute. Hoseok bit his lip. "Please..." "I'm sorry Hoseok hyung... I don't know if I feel comfortable with it."

Hoseok hesitantly loosened his grip. His heart ached and he didn't even know why. For some reason he wanted to suppress more. To hold back the sudden thirst in his body whenever he was close.

Made a mental note to talk to Jin.

After Jimin's refusal, Hoseok was going to make sure that he'd try harder. Maybe he wasn't his type. He was going to become that type. Maybe he was too chubby. He was going to train it off. He was determined to gain his life.

If that will be biting him...
Then he will..
But not yet.

A few days had passed. Jimin did become closer to Hoseok. In fact, the younger was starting to watch him dance more and more. Jimin was starting to like Hoseok. Maybe even love...

Hoseok walked into the office, seeing Seokjin there. "You called me? Make it quick please I had to leave my class for this." He hissed lowly. "You'll be alone with Jimin tomorrow. Make sure to control your thirst." Seokjin spoke.

Hoseok frowned. "Will I be able to?" "That's all up to you." Seokjin said lowly. "Remember the blood moon. If you feel like you lose it, lock yourself up, drink water or whatever. You can even take some blood, just don't. Leave. The. Building. If it feels the need. Don't. Leave. The. Room!" He snarled.

Hoseok took a deep breath. "I understand. I'll keep it in mind." Seokjin nodded. "Remember... You didn't turn him, you didn't tell him. He'll be in huge danger if you get to him." Hoseok sighed. "I'll distract myself."

"That'll be all. Good luck, Hoseok."

Hoseok rushed a hand through his hair as he returned back to his class. He wasn't all with it. The short Ballet dancer was wild in his head. It made him crazy, in both ways.

That morning, he made sure to be prepared. Blood in his backpack and enough distraction to keep himself from attacking the precious innocent dancer.

Why would he even go? Simple. It was a routine. The both of them would simply practice all day until night. Last one to leave closed the place off.

It was when they'd find new dances to teach. However, with Hoseok's first blood moon. His focus was going to be off the hook.

He entered the building, his eyes already on the Ballet dancer. He licked his lips slightly, quickly turning to his own studio, turning the music on to distract him.

Jimin frowned slightly. He was expecting Hoseok to come in and greet him like he did every day from the last 4 days.

He was a little disappointed. What made him change his mind? ... Was he losing his thighs? Jimin rubbed his arm nervously.

Maybe he was in a hurry... Yeah that's it. Jimin smiled slightly. He was sure Hoseok didn't mean to hurt him. That time they forgot.

As the night had drawn near, Hoseok's self-control had faded bit by bit. He found himself drawn to his back every half hour to take a sip of the sweet red fluid.

A sip became a gulp.
A gulp became more gulps.
More gulps became half a bottle.

Half a bottle became a whole bottle.

His self-control became need.
Need became thirst.
Thirst became bloodthirst.

And Jimin's scent only became stronger..

The building had no blinds, so hiding himself from the moon was impossible, considering only the side walls were made of actual wall and the door-wall and window-wall were all windows.

His mind had begun to cloud with actual bloodthirst. The need for the real deal.

Right from the veins..

Hoseok couldn't take it.

"Don't. Leave. The. Room."
"Don't. Leave. The. Building."

Hoseok was going insane. He could feel his eyes burning. He knew they'd be a blood-red by the time he'd have his sanity back. His fangs almost pushed into his bottom lip.

He needed it. Without even a second thought, Hoseok opened the door. He followed the delicious scent to the Ballet teacher, who was still dancing. Not suspecting a thing.

Hoseok, by natural as a vampire, quietly approached him. It wasn't until the song had ended and Jimin had opened his eyes, that the smaller man realized that Hoseok was not the same.

Jimin's breathing hitched in fear when Hoseok's hands slithered around his waist, his fangs brushing against Jimin's soft sensitive skin. "H-Hoseok..." Jimin whimpered.

He was shaking as Hoseok looked at him through the mirror, his blood-red eyes piercing through Jimin's soul. He felt trapped.

Maybe that was why Hoseok avoided him...

"Dance with me." Hoseok hissed. Jimin gulped nervously. "W-what?" "Dance with me Jiminie." Hoseok growled, tightening his grip, making Jimin whine. "Y-yes... Hoseok hyung..."

Hoseok had forced himself to keep his fangs from the man's skin. He wanted to see him dance one more time before he was going to feast.

Jimin had restarted the song, shaking slightly. His body moved on its own, not focussing on the creepy eyes of Hoseok, but on his face. How his sharp features seemed so dangerous and yet so nice.

He didn't care if Hoseok was like this. He still wanted him. Hoseok tightly grabbed Jimin's waist, beginning to move his body with him.

Jimin loved that trusted feeling. Having Hoseok's arms around him. He gasped when Hoseok lifted him, pressing his lips against Jimin's.

Jimin was in utter shock. The boy was in Hoseok's arms, held up by the strong muscles, their lips pressed together. Jimin slowly melted into the kiss.

Hoseok carefully set the human down, parting his lips. "I need you.. I'm so thirsty.." He hissed. Jimin's breathing was slightly unbalanced. He smiled, tilting his head. "Mark me."

Hoseok wasted no time to bury his sharp fangs into Jimin's soft skin. The vampire groaned as he finally felt the sweet relief of blood against his tongue, the fluid filling his energy and his strength.

Jimin was weakening. He felt his body grow tired, weak and slow. His eyes were hard to keep open, but to see Hoseok like this had him curious.

"I want you to be mine..." Hoseok breathed out. "I want you to have my blood with you." Jimin watched tiredly as Hoseok bit into his wrist until the fresh dark liquid was running from his skin.

He forcefully pressed the bleeding skin against Jimin's lips. Jimin groaned. With every gulp his body regained strength. It made him want more.

Hoseok watched, just as much thirst in his eyes as before as he watched Jimin's eyes fade into a blood-red, fangs eventually pushing into his skin.

Jimin was thirsty. He'd let him know. His own sharp fangs pushed into Hoseok's wrist so smoothly he wondered how sharp they really were. His mind clouded with bloodthirst, his fangs aching for blood.

Hoseok licked his lips when Jimin pulled his fangs out and licked them clean, staring into Hoseok's eyes. "You flirt." He chuckled. "Do you have some sort of bite kink or something?" He teased. Hoseok hissed lowly. "Only when it's your skin I'm biting into."

Jimin licked his fangs. "You got my clothes all bloodied." "Guess you'll have to take them off." Hoseok grinned. "You're bad." Jimin chuckled. Hoseok brushed his fangs against Jimin's lips. "Always have been."

Jimin's phone rung loudly through the room, causing the younger to groan. "What is it Jin hyung?"

"Jimin. Get out of that room right now and go outside!" Jin shrieked. "I can't reach Hoseok's phone, and he never leaves without it-"

"Relax." Jimin chuckled. "He's with me."

"He WHAT?!" Jin yelled.

"Yeah. He showed me how sharp he dances." Jimin smirked.
"I turned him." Hoseok said lowly.

There was a long sigh. "You're such a moron..." Jin mumbled. "Jimin. Hoseok and I are vampires. Now you are too. My husband turned me, and accidentally I turned him. I need you to stay calm and stay there. I'll be with you in an hour."

The line cut off. Jimin threw his phone onto his bag. "We'll have plenty of time to do something fun then." He smirked, pushing Hoseok against the bar in front of the mirror.

Hoseok hissed lowly. "What kind of fun?" "Oh... you know..." Jimin purred. "Something exciting.."

Long story short. Jin had found himself in a bloody mess after that was done.

Aish... these kids.

The End

I found the idea pretty cute of a dance rivalry.