"You're telling me I missed the most anticipated moment of your life? Fuck needing to pee." Jimin scowled, an annoyed huff lingering in the humidity as they sat on the dance room floor. "This is so unfair!"

"What?" Jungkook laughed. "You want me to reverse time and have it all play out again?"

"Can you?"

"Hyung."

"Whatever, loser." The elder leaned back to lay flat on the wood, fan splashing their faces with bitter cold air. "I hope I don't get in trouble for bringing you here."

"I'm just waiting for Tarhyung to finish his shoot, then he said he's free for the night and I shall disappear from the building." The photographer scooted forward on his ass to squish Jimin's mouth with his hand, which the dancer clearly didn't appreciate.

"You're leaving me all alone." Jimin whined, legs splaying rather childishly. "I'll call Joonie or something. I miss him."

"Me, too." Jungkook frowned. The both understood what it was like to be far from people that held their hearts. "It's only been a week and it feels like forever without Hyung."

"You can say that again." Jimin sighed, eyes closing and hand reaching out, guessing around for the other's body before finding his arm and patting it. "How is he by the way? What'd you say when Taehyung had to go?"

"Huh? Oh, he's okay. Hanging in there, but why does it matter what I said?"

"Wanna make sure you didn't say any dumb shit. That's my job." Jimin snorted.

"You're mean, Hyung." He pouted. "I'm very capable of speaking to him."

"Oh, are you now?" Jimin peeked one eye open, gazing at the younger with a smirk on his face. "Didn't get embarrassed or flustered even once around him? Really? You always gushed about how pretty he is in person, I'm sure you failed—"

"Okay, that's enough." Jungkook groaned, jerking his foot forward to hit Jimin's side, the elder rolling over with a squeaky laugh. Jungkook chuckled himself as the dancer propped himself up on one elbow and looked at him. "I just told him I would wait for him. That I wasn't going anywhere and I'd be there for him once his shoot was over."

"Atta boy! That's what I like to hear." Jimin shoved him playfully, making the younger giggle and rock away. "Seriously, though, tell me this."

"What?" Jungkook froze worriedly. "What's wrong?"

"Did you guys have that movie magic collision? Did he catch you and cause you both to spin around in slow motion? Did you look into his eyes and just know—"

"I will not hesitate to duck tape that stupid mouth shut."

"What?!" Jimin sat up hurriedly. "I'm really curious! I wasn't there, so you gotta explain how it happened! Any magic? Any cute butterfly shit?"

"I rammed head first into his fucking collarbone, Hyung. Plenty of magic."

"Ugh, your life is so boring."

"Hey! It hurt!"

"Wimp." Jimin cracked his neck and gazed over Jungkook's shoulder at his phone connected into the wall with the six chord, music paused and eager to blast throughout the dance room. "Wanna see what I've been working on?"

Jungkook's eyes snapped with excitement, reveling in the offer he had been given. Jimin was ok his feet in seconds, smile shy seeing his best friend's doe eyes eager to watch.

The photographer loved watching Jimin dance. He never missed a showcase or an open rehearsal when they were younger, and he took every chance he got to see Jimin's improvement over the years.

Verbal words could never describe how amazed he was by the guy's talent. Not even then, when Jimin rummaged through his duffel bag and threaded out a big sheet of some kind, not fully opaque such that the warmth of his hands peeked out against the white.

"A prop?"

"You'll see." Jimin bunched it up in his hands and motioned him over. "Press play when I ask you to."

Jungkook stood obediently by the phone plugged into the wall, thumb hovering over the button while Jimin took a place near the center of the dance room. The sheet was hanging off his shoulder, one hand holding it at the joint while the other gripped the bottom edge.

Then he nodded to Jungkook to play the music.

And then he became someone else entirely.

Something else.

The twinkle of piano notes fizzled in the air, accompanied by strings that hummed the melody. The instrumental music was gentle, but emotional, words joining the acoustics later into the song.

Jimin weaved the sheet around his head, swirling like a helicopter blade above him. Stepping out on the next beat, his hands threw the sheet up, body flowing like it was the air carrying the fabric. He whipped it around his front, but it was smooth and elegant, his leg following in a graceful arc.

Jungkook's breath snagged in his throat as Jimin spun on the ball of his foot, the sheet twirling with him like an extension of his own limbs.

His body moved like the wind. Effortless and floating, but somehow connected all at once.

The elder threw his body up, spinning mid air, hitting the ground and bouncing right up again, trailing in a large circle like he was flying around some central point.

It seemed as though he never touched the ground.

Years of contemporary training. Years in the studio. Years of pure love for the art.

Jungkook felt that love in photography. Jimin found it in dance. Hoseok, too. It was how Yoongi found his passion in music. Namjoon in literature and paintings, opening a bookstore to further explore it. Taehyung and Jin in modeling.

All were forms of art.

All were forms of hard work nurtured with such immense practice that it made the talent appear effortless to outsiders.

They were art.

Jimin stopped before the music did, huffing and abruptly knocking Jungkook out of his thoughts.

The younger burst out in a rapid relay of applause, grinning as Jimin laughed appreciatively, nodding as his words failed with the labored breaths gripping his chest.

"You're amazing, Hyung. That was amazing."

"Not... not entirely done yet, but it-it's what I've gotten in the past week." Jimin coughed and took the water bottle from Jungkook, dousing his insides with refreshments.

"Incredible." Jungkook whispered. "Seriously."

"You like the prop?" Jimin chuckled breathlessly, letting Jungkook take the thin sheet from his hands and childishly play with it. "It's fun dancing with one, although I've tripped a few times."

"It's... its so ordinary, something you'd find in every household really, and yet," Jungkook looked up and met Jimin's crescent eyes, the huge smile overtaking his features. "You made it look like the prettiest thing in the world."

"You're seriously one of a kind, Kook." Jimin ruffled his hair and took the fabric from his hands, stuffing it away in his bag again. "I've never seen someone appreciate the little things as much as you."

"Maybe 'cuz I grew up around you." He shrugged modestly.

"No," Jimin patted his shoulder, not moving any closer as his body was glistening with sweat. "Your appreciation for others and their work is something you did all on your own."

The boy flushed with embarrassed warmth. He wasn't used to being complimented so much, especially not his best friend who he usually endlessly teased.

"My number one supporter, Jungkook, forever and always." Jimin mumbled, smiling gentler that time. They knew each other longer than any other person in their lives outside of family. They had been through thick and thin together.

"Even Joonie Hyung doesn't compare?" Jungkook tried to laugh off his teary eyes, but Jimin frowned, causing his smile to wear off, too.

"I'm grateful for you." Jimin took his hand and held it gently. "Some people think best friends fall apart when one finds love, but you stayed. For all these years. I don't tell you enough, but seriously, you've grown a lot and somehow still manage to be the same Jungkook at heart. Loving and golden."

"Hyung." Jungkook let out the soft whine, falling forward and hiding his face in Jimin's shoulder to dry his eyes on the warm shirt. "Shut up." His voice muffled, fist pounding weakly on the elder's firm chest, causing a giggly rumble of noise to fall from Jimin's lips.

"You're still a brat, don't worry." Jimin nudged him off. "And don't worry about me while we are here. You can start working and publicizing your presence in Seoul now that Taehyung knows. You should do something to fill your days since he and I both won't be free all the time."

"I will, Jiminie Hyung." The younger pouted, fiddling with the long sleeves of his hoodie. "Thanks for asking me to come with you."

"I have a feeling we will do good here, Jungkookie." Jimin smiled wide again, reaching a small pointer finger up and bopping his nose— the photographer retracted in surprise. "I love you, dumbass."

"Me too, Hyungie."

"I love you more than Taehyung one day will."

"It's not a competition."

"Still doesn't change the fact that you're stuck with me and I will know you longer than him, even if you guys grow old together."

"Would you shut up?" Jungkook groaned, ears pained with burning fire.

"Hey." Jimin froze his actions of clearing up the room. "You didn't deny it."

"Huh? Deny what?"

His heart was beating abnormally fast in his chest.

"You wouldn't mind growing old with Taehyung?" Jimin asked with a raised brow.

"Hyung, I think I should hope for a kiss first. 'Growing old together' is a little far for right now."

That time Jungkook froze himself.

What was he saying? He hadn't even realized he'd said the words until they were out in the thick air.

Jimin gaped at him and Jungkook nearly mirrored his look of shock.

"Did I just say that?"

"I think so? I don't know if my ears are playing tricks on me?"

"Holy shit, Hyung— I said— what the hell?"

Jimin squealed and sent a flurry of smacks onto his concealed arm, jumping up and down around Jungkook while the younger stood dumbfounded, hands at his sides and eyes staring into a void.

He had admitted it.

Maybe it was Taehyung holding him like that earlier, doing something friends didn't usually do, that sparked some realization in him. The realization that he wanted to be that close to his face, feel the words fan against his face with every warm breath, feel his nose brush against the model's perfect one... maybe even one day, their lips.

"Fuck."

He definitely felt it. Like a rush making his skin tingle and heart stop. He'd denied it as longing to see the elder, but now that he had seen Taehyung, that feeling hadn't gone away and he was left with wanting more.

"You like him!"

"But I can't act on it." He sad, voice trembling. "I can't— maybe, I never can."

Jimin stopped his jittering antics of excitement, immediately grabbing Jungkook's arms. "Hey, hey, hey. You don't know that. Let's focus on one thing at a time. Remember that helping Taehyung may come first, but that doesn't mean you can't be excited."

"What if I accidentally force myself on him? Without even meaning to? I don't want to be Bogum, I never want to be like that—"

"You are far from ever coming close to that fucker." Jimin snapped, Jungkook chilled at the intensity of his friend's voice. "Jeon Jungkook, don't doubt yourself, okay? Taehyung may be worried, too, but deep down you both know Taehyung wouldn't make the mistake of trusting someone like Bogum twice. So, no, you'll never be like him. Nor will you make Taehyung feel that way."

"But, Hyung—"

"I'm pulling my elder card on you." The younger shut up immediately. "Listen to me and don't ever relate yourself to that asshole. You are anything but, Jungkook."

"Okay." He whispered quietly, chewing his lip as his head swam again. It was overwhelming. Feeling it all at once. The sudden revelation of wanting someone's heart past friendship, doubting your standings, doubting yourself. It was all terribly overwhelming.

The photographer let out a breath. "Okay."

"Now cheer up because you are spending the evening with him, and you don't wanna make a fool of yourself, do you?"

Jungkook cutely shook his head, doubts slipping away at the reminder, and stared wide eyed at Jimin as the man relaxed again.

"Enjoy with him. I'll get takeout and eat on a call with Joonie. Probably just talk to him all night. Stare at his beautiful face."

"Don't do any weird shit." Jungkook cringed.

Jimin smirked at him. "I never said anything of the sorts, what are you thinking of?"

"Nothing!" Jungkook squeaked, nearly running for the door to leave the dance room and Jimin hollered with laughter behind him.

"Wait up for me!" Jimin chuckled, and Jungkook pressed his cool hands to his cheeks, willing for them to calm.

All he had to do was hide his feelings. Just until the day Taehyung suggested that otherwise was okay. That he, too, wanted something more.

Jungkook suddenly couldn't wait for that day. He suddenly hoped that day even existed.