Jungkook's POV-

Just as we are finishing the dance I hear my phone begin to ring on the other side of the room faintly over the music. I run over to where it's sat near the speakers, pausing the music on Jimin's phone before picking mine up.

I smile still breathing heavily when I see that it's Yoongi. I take a few deep breaths before answering.

"Hey"

"Why do you sound out of breath?"

"I've been dancing!" I exclaim excitedly.

"Dancing?"

"Yeah! There's a dance Jimin and I learned a long time ago and I still remembered it. Not instantly of course but isn't that cool?! I remembered it!"

"That is very cool Kook, but is dancing a good idea? You sound tired. How do you feel?"

I can't help but chuckle at his tone. From the concern in his voice, I can picture perfectly his facial expression. I know he's got his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing lightly with one brow raised. So damn cute.

"Yooni, I promise I'm fine."

Suddenly I hear Jimin gasp from where he is stood a few feet away.

I turn to him, wanting to see what he's so surprised at, to see that he is looking at me with his mouth slightly agape and the corner of his lips turned up.

"Yooni? Did you just say Yooni?" He asks, before he presses his lips tightly together as he tries not to laugh.

I shoot him a glare before taking a few steps away from him to continue my call.

"I'm okay. Great actually." I say happily.

"You're sure? Your head is okay?"

I roll my eyes with an exaggerated sigh. "I promise, I'm great. Did you just call to check on me?"

"That and to tell you I am just finishing up here so I'll be headed your way in a few minutes. I was thinking we could maybe go get some dinner later?"

"That sounds great!" I smile, but it falters when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror to my left. "Actually, will I have time to shower?"

"I suppose we could make time for that." He says in a teasing tone.

"We? Will you be joining me?" I smirk.

He chuckles. "I'll see you in a few minutes Kook."

"Okay, I'll ask again when you get here." I grin.

He sighs with another chuckle before the line ends.

I turn back to where Jimin is stood by the speakers. He is typing quickly on his phone with a big smile his face. A smile that says that he is up to something.

"What are you doing?" I eye him suspiciously.

He shrugs, still looking down at his phone. "I'm just updating your boyfriend's contact name."

I'm surprised at the word and the casual way in which he's said it.

"M-my boyfriend?"

"Yeah. Min Yooni." He looks at me with a big smile and wiggles his brows before moving his eyes back to his phone.

I find myself smiling at the title. Boyfriend. My boyfriend. But, is he my boyfriend? I don't recall us ever talking about that but maybe it's another thing I can add to the list of things I don't remember.

"Is he going to be here soon?" I hear Jimin ask.

"Yeah. He said he'll be here in a few minutes."

"Do you want to do it one more time?" He smiles eagerly with his phone still in his hand.

"Absolutely!" I smile as I set my phone back down and walk to my place in front of the mirror.

The music starts to play and Jimin hurries to move into position next to me as he starts the count for us to begin.

Yoongi's POV-

"I'll ask again when you get here."

I replay the line in my head, not being able to help the images that flash through my mind. This brat is going to be the death of me.

I know he's been frustrated, and God fucking knows I have been too, but my fear of seeing him in pain has come to overshadow to some extent my will to bend and give in to our hormones. Especially after the episode that came on when he remembered Jin and Namjoon.

I scowl at the thought of them. The two are some of my dearest friends, but the amount of pain that they have caused the person I love makes my blood boil.

Kook was on track to wanting to work through things with them, and some day he may be able to forgive them, but he is a better person than me.

Namjoon I might be able to get to a point of resolution with, but Jin? I don't know if I will ever be able to overcome the anger I feel when I think about what he said to him all those years ago.

I shake the thoughts away quickly as I focus on the plans that have been made for tonight instead. It is going to be perfect. This time we'll make sure of it.

I move my eyes back to the mirror before turning to the stylist with a smile. "Thank you for doing this on such short notice."

"It is no problem. I am happy to help you and Mr Taehyung in any way I can." She smiles kindly while giving a short bow. I beam up at her before standing up from the chair.

As I stand up I give one last look over myself in the mirror before leaving. Once I'm out in the hall I take my phone out and call Taehyung.

*RING* *RING*

"Are you finished?"

"Yes. I am just leaving. He wants to shower before we go though. That shouldn't be an issue should it?"

"Oh no, that's fine. I'll just call and ask them to push your time out by what, forty minutes? Will that work or should I just say an hour to be safe? An hour would be better right. I'll just tell them an hour." He says resolutely, answering all of his own questions. "Then you won't have to rush him. We want him to be relaxed and unsuspecting, definitely not rushed."

I never know with Taehyung if something is actually not an issue or if it is an enormous problem and he is just downplaying it, but either way I appreciate his enthusiasm when it comes to helping me. Especially when it has come to Kook.

I know what he has done is far beyond what any assistant should do for their boss (let alone what he has done for Kook as a friend) but he has been profoundly helpful. He really was a fantastic recommendation by Yeol for the position.

"Thank you Taehyung. And have you heard from Seulgi?"

"Yes she was able to get Irene pinned down at her place for a movie night or something so she shouldn't be an issue. Irene, to the best of my knowledge, has no idea about any of this so there should be no problems tonight.

"I did hear from Chanyeol that he spoke with some mutual friends of yours. They will keep watch and make sure everything goes smoothly while you two are out.

"They'll be walking the perimeter, or whatever their plan is, of each place so you won't even see them. You don't have to worry about anything. There won't be any interruptions."

"Thank you so much Taehyung. I will let you know if there are any changes but otherwise I will talk to you in a few hours."

"He's going to love it so much!" He exclaims excitedly.

I cut the call before sliding the phone into my pocket. I am fast approaching the practice room and I can hear music getting louder the closer I get to the door.

When I am stood outside the music is much more clear and as I move so I can peak through the window into the room, I'm stunned. The view is breathtaking.

Jimin and Kook are dancing together side by side, mirroring the choreography seamlessly with each other. I had no idea Kook could dance like this. I find myself mesmerized by every movement.

The control he has over his body is amazing, and even more so when you consider that he has lost some strength from being bedridden for those months.

What may be the most eye catching though are his facial expressions. He looks like a different person.

I hear a lot of people comment on the duality of idols and how they appear in interviews and TV compared to when they perform and I feel as though I am getting a crystal clear picture of that now.

Kook is a very confident person normally, but he also isn't a showy type of person. He doesn't mind not being the center of attention but right now he demands it.

I am a bit biased, but even with Jimin next to him I can't take my eyes off of him.

The dance doesn't last too much longer after I had originally arrived at the door and when I see the two seemingly break out of their performing mindset and relax back into their usual selves I open the door, making my way inside.

The music isn't quite off yet so the two haven't heard me come in but Jimin is standing facing the door, while Kook has his back to me, and he sees me enter.

The look of surprise on Jimin's face is noticed quickly by Kook and he turns in my direction as he follows Jimin's gaze.

The look of shock on his face is priceless and he nearly drops the bottle of water in his hands upon seeing me. He doesn't say a word as his eyes dance over my features, but they mostly stay stuck on my hair.

I walk further into the room with an amused smirk as I take in his appearance the same as he takes in mine.

His longer than usual hair is clinging to his forehead and his skin is glistening with sweat. He had come here with black joggers and a hoodie but the hoodie has been removed to reveal a white t-shirt that is clinging to some of the sweat on his torso.

The moisture has also caused the shirt to lose its opacity in those areas so his skin can be seen. He's mouthwatering, and will most definitely be the death of me.

"I'm just going to see myself out. Have a good night you two." I hear Jimin say with a giggle.

Neither of us say anything or move from where we are stood staring at each other as he passes by us before the sound of the door being opened and shut echoes quietly through the room.

There has been a noticeable sexual tension between the two of us and in this moment it feels like all of that is coming to a head.

When he begins to walk closer to me, I move my eyes up from where they were still admiring glistening collarbones to lock with his as I take steps in his direction as well. The closer we get to each other the more my breathing picks up.

With every step I can see more clearly his blown out pupils and the raw desire in his eyes. It makes my heart flutter to think that this reaction is because of me.

"Fuck." I hear him almost moan out before visibly gulping.

"Are you ready to go?" I ask with a cocky smirk, eyes still baring heavily into his.

I know he can see the desire in my eyes as well as I am doing nothing to mask it now as opposed to what I have been doing over the last few weeks.

Once he is close enough he moves his eyes from mine to my hair as he reaches his hand up to rake his fingers lightly through it.

"You dyed your hair." He says, eyes wide in wonder as they stare at the freshly colored locks.

"I did."

He leans down to set the bottle in his other hand down on the ground before bringing both hands up to run through my hair.

I just spent about three hours getting this all done, needing to have numerous shampoos and rinses, but none of that felt as heavenly as his hands do running through my strands right now.

I let out a sigh at the feeling and reflexively close my eyes at the sensation before I feel him pull slightly. It causes a small moan to escape my lips and when I open my eyes to look back at him the intensity as he is looking back at me increases the blood flow to my racing heart and my dick immediately.

"It's lighter than last time." He says calmly.

"Yes it is." I say with a smirk.

His voice is coming out even but the look in his eyes is anything but calm and collected. I'm surprised he even had a level enough mind to notice the differences in color.

I asked the stylist if we could go a little lighter than usual and it took a bit longer but I think it turned out well. It's more of a platinum blonde this time than a dirtier blonde color.

As my eyes drift down to admire the way the sweat droplets cling to his smooth skin from up close he speaks.

"Are you trying to kill me?" He says in a low, raspy tone.

I gulp as he continues.

"You must wish me dead because you can't come in here looking like this and expect me to restrain myself and not do anything to you." He steps closer as his tone turns darker. "You're a tease and I'm not going to let you get away with it."

As he's been speaking he has brought one hand to my neck as he runs his thumb lightly across my jaw and the other hand is resting around my waist where his fingers are pressed onto my skin.

The combination of his voice and the look in his eyes is intoxicating. It is making me want to submit to anything and everything he says without protest, which is still a completely new to me feeling for me.

I blink a few times, trying to snap myself back to my senses. "K-Kook, we have a reservation that we can't be late for so we really should-"

"No." He says shortly.

My eyes widen slightly. "No?"

"Cancel it or see if they have a later time available." He says with a straight face before the corner of his mouth turns up into a devilish smirk as his eyes move to my lips while he begins to drag his thumb that was tracing my jaw so that it now glides up and down the front of my neck.

I find myself wanting him to squeeze the soft skin. Am I into being choked? How the fuck does he do these things to me?!

He moves his dark orbs back up to mine as he says firmly. "We are not leaving this building until I make you cum, so whether we make that reservation or not is up to you."

I feel myself harden even more and watch intently as he brings his face closer.

He brushes his lips lightly across my cheek as he moves towards my ear, saying in the same low voice. "Pick a room Oppa. Here or your studio."