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Jaemin stared at the dishes on the stone table, his mouth salivating at the scent of yummy foods.
Soft breeze hit his face, a strand of hair fell onto his forehead moving gently. The scent of flowers accompanied with the fragrance of mouthwatering dishes.
He looked up at his second oldest lover who sat beside him on the bench, smiling down at him softly.
“Try them.” Yoongi ushered him, nodding to the food.
Jaemin nodded and picked up the spoon, digging in to the bowl of chicken noodle soup. It was tasty, the flavor melting on his tongue, making him moan at the taste.
“It is delicious.” Jaemin’s eyes curved in to most beautiful smile.
“Thank you.” A slight pink shade appeared on Yoongi’s cheeks, and he averted his eyes away from the smaller.
“Are you not going to eat?” Jaemin asked, the smile never leaving his lips.
“No, I prepared them for you. You can eat.” Yoongi answered, tucking the hair strand behind Jaemin’s ear.
“But there is so much here. I cannot finish it all on my own.” Jaemin pouted.
After few minutes of coaxing, Yoongi gave in, picking up glass of milk from the table. He sipped it, munching on some snacks layed before them.
Yoongi watched Jaemin, as he ate the foods one by one, his cheeks puffing up, and lips turning in to small pout. The older smiled at the sight.
Feeling the stare on him, Jaemin looked towards Yoongi his mouth full with dumpling he just put in.
He found Yoongi’s cat like eyes staring in to his, as he slowly drink the milk. A white moustache appeared on his upper lips which the older seem to not notice. He really is a kitten. Jaemin giggled, after swallowing the food in his mouth.
“What are you laughing at?” Yoongi asked in amusement.
“You have a moustache, a white one.” The smaller laughed out loud, covering his mouth, his eyes turning in to small crescents.
“Oh, really?” The amusement in Yoongi’s eyes turned in to a mischievous smile.
Before Jamein could realize, the older leaned in to his face and wiped his lips on Jaemin’s plump ones.
The smaller froze on his seat, eyes widening as he felt the older’s lips rubbing against his own.
As if in trance, Yoongi nibbled on the his bottom lips, making Jaemin taste the milk he just drank.
Jaemin’s heart beat loudly in his ribcage, cheeks heating up at the sensation as he gave in, their lips dancing with each other’s. The chirping of birds and murmur of leaves were the only sound present along with the sound of their lips.
As soon as they pulled away, Jaemin looked around, sighing in relief as he found no one around.
When he diverted his gaze back at Yoongi, he was already looking at him with fond smile on his face.
Turned out Wonhee is a social media influencer. After knowing more about him from Bora, Jimin found out that he is one of his favourite musician in social media.
Maybe that’s why the eyes were familiar.
Jimin never thought, the masked man, who captivated people with his voice, is really handsome.
Jimin wondered why the older man tend to mask his face in the videos.
According to Bora, who is also a hardcore fan of this masked singer, it’s going to be the first time Wonhee will appear to public without mask.
Even though Jimin likes Wonhee as a musician, he was still uncomfortable with him. It’s the way those hazel eyes looks at him, as if he can see his soul. Jimin felt shiver ran down his spine at the thought. The man really have a mysterious aura around him made Jimin decided to stay away from him.
Lost in his thoughts, he layed on the bed, his fingers absentmindedly scrolling through the reels. He wasn’t even paying attention to the phone, until his alarm rang, indicating 1 am.
Pocketing the phone, Jimin stood up from the bed and walked towards the door, gently opening it. Looking both side of the hallway to find no one there, he stepped out.
With practiced moves, he walked through the corridors and staircase, approached the familiar carved door and opened it slowly.
Closing it behind, a wide smile made it’s way to his lips as soon as he got the sight of six people sitting on the floor. They are like obedient puppies, waiting for their owner. Jimin couldn’t help but giggle at them.
Seeing him their face lit up, wide smiles spreading across their lips.
“Jaeminie.” Taehyung called out, only for Seokjin to slap on his head gently. “Sorry, Jiminie.” He grinned, feeling apologetic.
“You are early today.” Hoseok acknowledged.
“Yes.” Jimin nodded. “I couldn’t sleep.” Showing off his crooked tooth, he replied.
There was something about these six people, which made him happy. Just by seeing them, Jimin’s heart jumped in excitement. He was too happy meet them.
“How was your day?” Namjoon asked, as Jimin sat on the floor in front of them.
Seeing the moon was behind the cloud, he turned on the flashlight and placed the phone in front of them.
“As always, tiring.” Jimin smiled. He is always tired, mostly because he is not getting proper sleep. But he can’t say that to them, they will feel guilty.
“Are you okay? Are you sleeping well?” Jungkook concerned.
“Yes.” Jimin nodded. “I took an afternoon nap.” He lied.
“Take care of yourself.” Yoongi’s voice was low, and his face didn’t give off any expression. But Jimin can hear the softness in his voice, the care, the love for him. No, dare he say, it’s for him. It’s for Jaemin.
“I will.” Jimin reassured. “So, I have been curious, what is it like in the mirror? Is it like the same as this?” He asked, trying to shift the conversation.
“No.” Seokjin shook his head, with a pout. “It is entirely white.”
“Yes, it looks endless. This entire place is white, except us and this mirror where we can see the room.” Taehyung complained.
Jimin can’t imagine how it may look like for them. For him they are sitting in the same room as him.
Nonetheless he nodded his head. He can’t do nothing about it, unless they decided to open up about him, at least give any hint about how to get them out of this trap.
“What about food and water?” At last Jimin asked.
“There is no food, no water. There is nothing here, except us.” Yoongi answered.
“WHAT?” Jimin’s eyes widened in shock. “How did you survive these years?”
“As long as we remain in this mirror, we don’t need anything that is necessary for human survival.” Namjoon flashed his dimple.
“Seasons changes, but we don’t.” Jungkook added.
“Oh.” Jimin exclaimed. “So the clothes you are wearing now is, what you wore five centuries ago?” He asked curiously.
“Yes, that’s true.” Seokjin nodded.
“Is this what you wear when you dance?” Jimin had a lot of questions.
“No, dancing clothes are different and they are like uniform. This is our casual clothes.” Hoseok explained.
“Can you dance in it?” He asked again.
Jimin was always curious about how they dance. Even though he learned about dance history, he wanted to know from professional traditional dancers, how it works.
“Of course.” Namjoon nodded his head. “The structure of the clothes are same. We can dance in it.”
“Do you want to see us dance?” Jungkook asked excitedly, earning a small groan from Yoongi. “We can do it for you.”
“What, Yoongie? You don’t want to do it?” Seokjin teased.
“I will, if Jae- Jimin wants it.” Yoongi answered straightly looking in to Jimin’s eyes. Jimin felt butterflies in his stomach. He ignored the uncomfortableness he felt when Yoongi was about to call him by their lover’s name.
“If you can, I would like to see you dance.” Averting his eyes from Yoongi, he smiled at all of them.
“Then, let’s do it.” Taehyung grinned, showing off his rectangular smile and stood up hurriedly, others following the suit.
Jimin watched as they shuffled in to a specific form, and stood in a pose before starting the dance.
They just standing there is art. Their colorful robes fluttering slightly even though they were motionless. Jimin saw a space between them as if there is a person missing and he clearly know it’s Jaemin.
As Jimin watched, they swayed slowly, thier hands and feet moving along with some imaginary music, which Jimin can hear in a way.
His wide eyes looked at them in fascination, as they moved on the floor, their hands picking up the speed, in synch and their raven hair danced along with them making it pleasing to eyes. Along with it the colorful sleeves fluttered like butterfly wings. It was majestic. The most beautiful dance Jimin had ever seen in his life.
In a trance, he stood up from the floor where he was sitting and without realising himself, Jimin swayed with their moves, as if he had practiced this step really well, even though it’s his first time doing this.
His own black pyjama fluttered with his steps, as he fill the space between them, even though there was big glass wall blocking them from each other.
The six of them, paused their dance for a moment staring at him, their wide glossy eyes filled with shock, surprise and joy. Then they continued, their step matching with Jimin’s, their full focus on the movements and the man in front of them, as if they are the only seven people exist in this world.
Jaemin’s face lit up with pure joy, his eyes wide as she took in the landscape of colors before them.
Hoseok took him to this wild flower field which was filled different colors and types of flowers. The scene was so beautiful, he can’t look away from them.
Bending down he grazed his fingertips on a daisy’s soft petals, the smile in his lips widening with the touch.
Feeling Hoseok’s gaze on him, Jaemin turned towards him.
“You like it?” Hoseok asked hopefully.
“I love it.” Jaemin’s eyes curved in to beautiful crescents. “They are so beautiful.”
“I am glad you find it pleasing.” Saying, the older male kneeled on the field, picking up a daisy he stood back up. “Do you know what daisy symbolizes?” He asked, his gaze soft towards Jaemin.
“No.” The smaller shook his head, his eyes wide with curiosity.
“Daisies represents new beginning, innocence and purity.” Hoseok leaned closer to Jaemin and tucked the daisy behind his ear, his hand staying there longer than necessary. His eyes held so much love for the smaller. “Just like you.”
Jaemin felt blood rushing towards his cheeks and ears, tinting it with bright shade of red. Not only the action, but the words also gave him goosebumps.
Containing a shy smile, he averted his gaze from the taller and started picking the flowers, ignoring the giggles echoed behind him.
After getting over with laughter, Hoseok also sat beside him, helping him pick up the flowers.
It was silent for a while as both of them engrossed in their task. Jaemin didn’t look at the older male beside him, feeling shy out of nowhere. But he did felt Hoseok glancing at him time to time.
“Why don’t we make flower crowns?” Hoseok asked sitting on the grass.
“I would love to, but I don’t know how to make them.” Jaemin pouted, as he sat next to him.
“I will teach you. They are easy to make.” With that Hoseok started teaching the smaller how to make flower crown, his slender fingers weaving the flower stems together, as he gently explained how it work.
Jaemin followed the older, his tiny fingers following the suit step by step, his eyes focused, a small pout forming on his lips.
After some instructions, he got it and continued to make the flower crown.
“I am done.” Jaemin giggled, softly placing it on the older male’s head. “Even though you are good at it, I am first.” He smiled widely, teasing the taller male, even though he know Hoseok had slowed down for him just to boost his ego.
“Indeed, you are the best.” Hoseok’s smile widening at the sight of him. He finished the crown he was making and leaned in to put it on the smaller’s head.
Jaemin felt his heart beating fast, as Hoseok’s breath fanned on his forehead.
Pulling away a little the taller admired his work, staring at Jaemin as if he is the most beautiful thing in the world.
“You looks like a fairy.” At last Hoseok broke the silence.
And next second, as if in a trance he leaned in capturing the smaller’s lips, devouring them gently. Soon Jaemin kissed back, feeling cheeks heating up, at the sudden kiss. He wrapped his arms around Hoseok pulling him more to himself.
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