The music in the studio grows louder as Jimin sways back and forth, keeping with rhythm with the beat, every part of his body moving as if it was its’ own entity. As if he is the only person in the room, on a stage, sensing the eyes of the audience hypnotized by him. With every movement highlighting his lines and body control while interpreting the music with facial expressions. He leaps into the air putting all his emotions in, landing back perfectly, eye closed, he takes a deep breath, catching his breath as the music comes to a stop, cheers and claps follow as the music stops, he opens his eyes widen and mouth open, everyone was standing on the side watching him dance, he was completely oblivious that everyone stopped dancing and stood aside to watch him,

“Wow,” says Maria, the dance teacher walking towards him, “That was beautiful, I have never seen you so into dancing before.” Jimin blushes completely embarrassed, he didn’t realize he totally overtook the lessons and started dancing by himself,

“Sorry,” he says, apologizing for disrupting the others.

“What for?” says Maria, “That was beautiful, we were all mesmerized, your natural dancer, you just gave me an idea, from now on we are going to have a solo performance week, that way I can analyze you guys individually, instead of being just me teaching the class, we can learn from each other.”

The teacher ends the class, Mina runs towards Jimin, she puts her arm around his shoulder,

“Whoa,” she says, “That was so beautiful, I have you seen dance but that was just wow…what got into you all of the sudden?”

“I always dance beautifully,” says Jimin.

“Yeah, of course, but that was so full of emotions,” says Mina, she smirks, “Maybe it’s because you’re in…” she pauses for a second,

“Im in what?”

“In lovvveee…” she says teasing him. Jimin rolls his eyes, ignoring his friend and continues to walk to the lockers.

“Oh, what do think is a good place to go for a first date?” he asks as he slips into his jeans after showering,

“Um…good place for a date?” says Mina, “Oh? Are you and Jungkook finally going out on a date?”

“Can you just answer the question?” he says

“Um, there are many places to go but I think enjoying yourself is more important than the place itself, you could walk around the supermarket if want to as long as your both comfortable.” Jimin stares at her, “So you walked around a supermarket for your first day?” he says mocking her.

She shakes her hand, “Obviously not, I was just making a point, it doesn’t have to be crazy or original, just have fun, I mean what was your dream date back when you were a kid?”

“Hmm,” says Jimin, “Dream date? I mean Jungkook loves playing games, so we could just go to an arcade, I always wanted to walk hand in hand with someone, eating snacks and winning prices.”

“Than do that,” says Mina.

“Yeah but that is so uncreative,” whines Jimin.

“Than, go to the moon if you want to be so unique,” says Mina sarcastically.

“Hahaha,” says Jimin.

He reaches home, he opens the door and walks to the living room where his mom and dad were, his dad was off,

“A letter came for you from the school,” says his mom, “It’s in your room.”

“A letter from The Academy of Dance Arts!” he exclaims, excited he rushes to his room, he sees an envelope lying on his bed, he picks it up and was about to open it but hesitant, too nervous to read the letter, he picks up the phone and dials Jungkook’s number,

“Hello,” says Jungkook on another side of the receiver,

“Hey,” says Jimin, unable to hide his excitement, “I got a letter from the Academy, can I come over?”

“Sure,” answers Jungkook, “I’m not doing anything.” Jimin hangs up the phone and rushes down the stairs,

“Did you get accepted?” asks his mom,

“I’ll be back,” says Jimin and rushes out the door, he walks to Jungkook’s house. He says hi to his mom and walks up to Jungkook’s room, he takes a deep breath and knocks on the door. Jungkook opens the door, in black shirts and white muscle shirt exposing his perfectly shaped biceps and broad shoulders, Jimin takes a second to appreciate how physically fit Jungkook is,

“Come on in,” says Jungkook. Jimin walks pass him and sits on the bed, he hands the envelope to Jungkook,

“Read it for me.”

He takes the letter, Jimin nervous scans the room, he sees he was working on something on the computer, besides the computer was a camera, he goes back to staring at Jungkook, who was silently reading the letter,

“What does it say?” asks Jimin, voice shaking, “Did I get accepted?” Jungkook’s face changes, he looks at Jimin and back at the letter, he sighs,

“Sorry,” he says clearing his throat, “You didn’t make it?” Jimin’s heart sinks, unable to move, everything shattering around him, this Academy was the start to his dreams as a professional dancer, he looks back at Jungkook who suddenly bursts out laughing,

“I’m just messing with you,” he says, “You were the number one selection, you got in.” Jimin gets up angry for Jungkook messing with him, he grabs the letter and reads it, he exhales relieved, he punches Jungkook on the shoulder who was still laughing,

"Hyung, you should’ve seen your face,” he says, unable to stop laughing, “You almost cried.”

“Argh! That was not funny, I almost had a heart attack,” says Jimin, folding his arms and pouting. Jungkook sits beside him, he faces the other side,

“Mad?  says Jungkook nudging him with his shoulder but Jimin remained unresponsive,

“Ya, I’m sorry,” says Jungkook, “I just couldn’t help it, I was just teasing you.” He slightly pokes Jimin on the waist with his finger, making him jump, he does it again, realizing he is ticklish,  Jimin motions for him to stop but Jungkook continues poking him which turns into a tickling attack until Jimin bursts out laughing, he pushes Jungkook away. The more Jimin fought back the more Jungkook tickled him, Jungkook gets on top of him and pins his arms down with one hand while he tickles him with the other one, unable to defend himself, Jimin squirms underneath Jungkook, kicking his feet, breathless,

“Get off me,” says Jimin, exhausted, Jungkook laughs and lies down alongside him, both breathing hard,

“Not mad anymore,” says Jungkook. Jimin glances at him, he pinches Jungkook on the cheek, holding it for a second, as Jungkook screams from the pain, he lets go of his cheek,

“That’s for playing with me, and then tickling me,” says Jimin, laughing. 

“I can’t believe you made it,” says Jungkook, “That’s amazing.”

“Yeah, I was nervous for a second, but I knew I totally made it,” boast Jimin, “I mean why wouldn’t I, they should be lucky to have me.”

“Tsk,” exclaims Jungkook, “You’re so full of it. But this means we won’t be able to see each other anymore once school starts.” 

Jimin sits up, he never thought of how Jungkook would feel about him going away to New York, with only two months left of summer break, this is his dream school, it is the one school that will help him be a professional within weeks but his relationship with Jungkook was just starting, will it survive a long distance, he wonders.

“We’ll figure it out,” he says, “I’m sure we will, and besides we have two months left of summer, we can make the best of it.”

Jungkook puts his head on his hand, he looks at Jimin and smiles, “You’re right, we’ll figure it out. He kicks up his legs and sits up, he places his arm over Jimin’s shoulder,

“Congratulation.”

“Thanks,” says Jimin. Jungkook gets off the bed and sits on the chair at  his computer, Jimin watches him as he clicks something, curious he gets up and stands behind him, looking over his shoulder at the computer screen,

“What’re you doing?”

“Trying out an editing program,” he replies, “My dad mailed my camera, it arrived this morning, I have been working on it for a while.” Jimin stares at the screen, unable to understand anything, he sees bunch of colors and settings,

“Oh, what are you doing tomorrow morning, hyung?” asks Jungkook?

“Nothing really, I don’t have classes,” replies Jimin.

“Want to come with me to the park in the morning, I want to go take some new pictures for my Portfolio.”

“Okay,” says Jimin.

Jimin was in his room, waiting for dinner, his mom decided to cook for him for getting accepted into the school, he was chatting with Mina and Taehyung on Facebook, telling them about his acceptance letter, deciding to meet up for drinks at nine o’clock at Insomniac. His mom calls him for dinner, he puts his phone and gets off the bed. He goes the down the stairs and walks into the dinning room, he greets his father and takes a seat, he inhales the sweet smell in the air coming from the food, it was all Korean dishes, his mom’s specialty, its been a while since he ate Korean food, he was excited, he picks up a piece of Marinated short ribs also known as Galbi in Korean, he bites into it, the sweet and slightly salty tastes linger on his tongue, he picks up a spoon and takes a sip of spicy shredded beef stew. He picks up his bowl of rice and digs in, picks up a fermented cabbage known as Kimchi and shoves it in his mouth, 

“Mhmm!” he says continuing eating, 

“slow down or else you’ll choke,” says his mom.

After dinner, he was full of all the dishes his mom cooked, he didn’t feel like going out for drinks but didn’t want to cancel on his friends. Jimin arrives at the club a little late and walks to where his friends were.

“Hey,” says Jimin, “You guys started without me.” He takes off his jacket and sits down beside Taehyung, who hands him a glass of tequila shot.

“Whoever comes late, takes the first shot,” says Taehyung. Jimin sighs and sprinkles salt on the back of his hand, he breathes out and the salt and downs down the tequila and bites the lemon, making a face as he throws the lemon aside.

“Argh,” he says. 

Mina and Taehyung burst out laughing, they knew how much Jimin hated drinking Tequila but because he was late they wanted to punish him. Taehyung puts the tequila bottle aside and pours vodka into the glasses. After doing shots after shots, dancing, and chatting, Jimin can tell he was past his limits, maybe mixing the alcohols was a bad idea. He looks around at his friends who were still drinking, he has always been lightweight and got drunk quickly than Taehyung and Mina. He pulls out his phone,

“Um, who are you calling?” asks Mina.

“Jungkook,” says Jimin, “I’m done for the night.”

Taehyung and Mina decided to take taxi as they waited outside for their rides, Mina leaning on Taehyung for balance,

“So, are you and Hoseok getting back to together?” says Mina, slurring her words. 

“Not really,” replies Taehyung, “He just wanted to talk.” He glances over at Jimin who was looking in the street for Jungkook’s car, not hearing a word his friends were saying. After a few minutes, a car pulls up and it was Jungkook, Jimin smiles and says bye to his friends. Jungkook rolls down the window, “Do you guys need a ride?” 

Taehyung shakes his head no, and Mina was past asleep leaning on Taehyung as he held her,

“Um…” says Taehyung, “Don’t take him home, his mom hates when he comes home drunk, he is not as drunk as he usually gets but still…”

"I'm not drunk!," shouts Jimin, as he closes the door.

“Okay,” says Jungkook, he helps Jimin fasten his seatbelt and drives away.

He reaches home and Jimin was fast asleep, he parks the car and gets off. He opens the door to the passenger’s seat and unbuckles Jimin’s seat belt, trying not to wake him, Jimin mumbles something,

“Huh?” says Jungkook, not getting a response he picks him up. He walks slowly through the living room, up the stairs trying not to wake his mother, Jimin’s eyes open slightly, he smiles, he rests his head against Jungkook chest, feeling his heart beating against his chest and breathing. He wasn't deep asleep, he can sense Jungkook's body against his. Jungkook slowly places him on the bed, he pulls the cover over him. He brushes the hair away from his face, he stands up and Jimin grabs his hand, Jungkook turns to look at him. Jimin opens his eyes,

“You’re not sleeping?” asks Jungkook, sitting back down.

“Sorry,” says Jimin, “I shouldn’t have woken you up.” Jungkook smiles, squeezing his hand,

“I wasn’t sleeping anyway,” he replies, “Don’t worry about it and let’s go to sleep.” Jimin watches him as he takes off his sweater and climbs in bed next to him, laying on his back, Jimin puts his head and arm on his chest. Jungkook wraps his arms around Jimin, squeezing him tightly but gently as they both fell asleep.

"I love you," whispers Jimin.