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(Pied Piper)

If Hoseok's body rolled one more time, Jimin was going to scream. It wasn't possible to be that attractive, right? Jimin had never met anyone like that before and it was intoxicating. The way he danced, the subtleties of his movements were unbearably captivating. Hoseok had already driven him to the brink of sanity (or insanity) and Jimin wasn't certain he could handle it much longer.

It started when Jimin switched schools. He didn't like to brag, but his old school was simply not good enough for him. While eighteen consecutive 100 on tests were great for his self-esteem, he wasn't learning anything at all. So he moved. Worst decision of his life. Sure, he was still smart. But now he was surrounded by other smart people, which made him average. He had never been average before. He didn't like it.

His classmates were nice. Intellectuals, like him, and as friendly as Jimin could have wanted. He quickly made friends and settled as a mediocre student in a well-equipped school.

Then he found out about Jung Hoseok. He had been the smartest in the school and brought up the average scores of the entire grade significantly. But he wasn't often in school; Jimin only met him after a month or two. He discovered that Hoseok was a trainee for BigHit Entertainment, one of the biggest music companies in the country. He had been busy with auditions, schedules and practices but came back to school after a while. Much to the chagrin of Jimin. Or delight. He couldn't tell.

Hoseok was beautiful; he was talented and poised and physically perfect. He was in Jimin's class, too. The first day he walked in, Jimin couldn't take his eyes off him. He barely noticed when the teacher asked him a question. Panicked, Jimin answered,

"Um… root 2?" Everyone laughed and Hoseok snickered. The teacher helpfully reminded him that he was in a history class and continued with the lesson. Hoseok could answer each and every question with precision and Jimin couldn't help but let out small noises of admiration every time he got one right. Being smart was hot.

That evening, Jimin tried to shake off the memories of the fastest crush he had ever developed. Dance always helped with things like that. However, walking into a changing room and being faced with a shirtless Hoseok did not help with things like that. Hoseok didn't take any notice of him, a fact that Jimin was insanely thankful for given that he had turned into a blushing mess. So he had to spend time with Hoseok for at least an extra hour every day for God knows how long. Reluctantly yet excitedly, Jimin walked into the practice room to enjoy an excruciating class.

As expected, Hoseok was an incredible dancer. He was a trainee, after all. Jimin couldn't tell if he was whipped or jealous but he settled for both. He tried hard not to cry at just how dazzling Hoseok was when he danced. He was smooth and fluid and Jimin found himself wondering at one point if he had bones and how to get rid of his own.

The following days were hell and heaven combined. He saw Hoseok every day at school, gazing longingly at him almost the entire time. After school, he danced with him at practice and tried not to choke every time he sighed with disappointment. Sure, he looked good when he was smiling; but when he had that look of displeasure and disdain… Jimin tried not to go too red at the thoughts blurring his vision.

It was about two months in when Jimin noticed his grades dropping. He was confused at first and asked the teacher to go through the recent tests. There was a topic on there that he had no memories of learning. The teacher just looked at him in puzzlement.

"What did you think we've been doing the last two months?" Jimin didn't have an answer. He realised that, instead of paying attention in his classes, he'd just been staring at Hoseok, imagining what it would be like to hold a conversation with him, what it would be like to hold hands with him. He apologised and promised to do better. He tried his best to stay average rather than fail.

Dance practice was by no means a better experience. He walked in, confident he could sweat off the embarrassment of earlier. That didn't happen.

"Park Jimin, you missed the cue."

"Park Jimin, you're offbeat."

"Park Jimin, wrong formation."

"Park Jimin, please concentrate!"

He slumped down in the break, ashamed. He so badly wanted to tell everyone that it really wasn't his fault, that it had gotten to the point where Hoseok's hair was mussed and his skin was glowing but not yet shiny. It wasn't his fault he was off-point and it wasn't his fault he couldn't think. It wasn't his fault. It really wasn't.

"What isn't?" A low voice asked him. Jimin subtly wiped his eyes and looked up. He blinked, not able to believe that the figure was real. Hoseok was so tall and so well-built. Jimin forgot to answer until Hoseok kicked him lightly. "Hey! Are you okay?" Jimin snapped himself back to his senses.

"What? Oh, sorry, it-it's nothing…" He hadn't even been aware that he was speaking out loud but apparently Hoseok overheard him. He mentally punched himself. Hoseok smirked gorgeously,

"Get back to it. And, focus," he added, looking Jimin over in a way that made his heart stop completely and his face certainly flush bright pink. He stood up and joined the class again. And tried to focus. The fact that Hoseok spoke to him had two effects; Jimin was inclined to not fail him and do everything not to disappoint; also, that was the best thing that had ever happened to him in his life and he couldn't stop replaying it.

Jimin struggled through the rest of practice and felt insanely relieved when the teacher dismissed everyone. Jimin, ever the good boy, held the door open for everyone. Nearly. Hoseok remained behind in the middle of the room. After not being acknowledged for a few seconds, Jimin asked,

"Sunbae-nim? Are you coming?" Hoseok looked to Jimin and tilted his head slightly intimidatingly.

"A word, please?" he demanded and Jimin bowed his head, letting go of the door and stepping back inside the room. He was certain Hoseok would say how disappointed he was, how he wasn't good enough, how he needed to try more. Standing close to the door for comfort, he looked up to see Hoseok folding his arms, still in the middle of the room. He raised his eyebrows.

"Here," he ordered, gesturing in front of him. Jimin shuffled closer until he was right next to Hoseok. He was scared and embarrassed as hell but he tried not to panic too visibly. A finger lightly tapped his chin, forcing him to look up. His eyes met Hoseok's dazzling, intoxicating brown ones and Jimin just about didn't choke as he truly realised how close they were. He smirked and Jimin nearly screamed.

"I told you to focus. What did you focus on?" he asked calmly and Jimin stammered, his voice overtaking his mind by a mile, despite his thoughts running at lightning speed. Hoseok noticed. "Let me spell it out a little more: did you focus on dancing or me?" Jimin's gaze immediately shot to the floor but Hoseok pushed his head up again. "I asked you a question. Look at me and answer it." He didn't look angry or disgusted; his words were petrifying but his demeanour was oddly playful, amused almost.

"Y-y-you…" Jimin just about managed to say. He was being forced to confess to a god. He wanted to sink into the floor and never emerge. Hoseok stepped back and Jimin breathed.

"There, that wasn't so hard, was it? You know, you could always just tell me to dial it down a bit," he shrugged and Jimin blinked.

"W-what?" he asked and Hoseok laughed,

"I'd be stupid not to notice you staring at me every single chance you get. Even at school, your eyes are only on me but I don't blame you. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't trying to keep your attention, honestly." Jimin wanted to die a little bit more. Hoseok had noticed, easily, how infatuated Jimin was and teased him. gReAt.

"I'm sorry," Jimin mumbled and Hoseok stepped closer.

"Don't apologise. Right now, I want all of your attention on me. Not that it would ever be on anything else, of course." Before Jimin could even attempt to say anything else, Hoseok's lips were on his. That was an incredibly good thing on many different levels. Jimin didn't have to talk and he didn't have to do anything, not even think, except follow Hoseok's lead.

And, God, it was a strong lead. His hands held Jimin's waist closely and tightly, preventing Jimin from falling even if his legs were so very nearly giving up. Jimin just about managed to realise that maybe he should do something in return rather than just stand limp. His shaking hands found their way to Hoseok's toned, bare arms and his nails dug into the skin. This was unreal. It had to be some hallucination, a by-product of Jimin's overactive imagination. But Hoseok's mouth felt too real for this to be a dream. Hoseok pulled back a little.

"You want me to teach you that transition now?" he asked and it took a second for Jimin to register what he meant.

"Now?" he whined, not in the mood to dance anymore. Hoseok smirked.

"Sure, why not. I'll help you out. And if you do well, you get a reward from me, okay?" he offered. Jimin agreed. He didn't think he'd danced with so much enthusiasm in a very long time. And at the end of it all, Hoseok kept his promise and gave Jimin the best reward in the world.