Jeon Jungkook 69

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The creak of pointe shoes, raised arms - and Jungkook's breath catches from the pirouette of a young chick.

And then Taehyung does it again: a flutter of graceful arms, reminiscent of the movement of wings. Here the chick becomes a swan.

The elder couldn't tear his gaze away. His black eyes reflected the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Art in its purest form, but beneath the veneer of talent, the man saw a strong, self-made man.

It's been three months since Jungkook took over as director of the ballet school, three months since he's been a willing hostage of one of the students. The man has observed him many times during classes, and often encountered him afterward when the young man lingered in the hall.

My heart longed to call him 'm'amour'. [my love]

And my mind whispered 'ma mort'. [my death]

And it was then that the voices of his heart and mind merged, and Jungkook finally decided to approach. He had never been a coward, but next to Kim's youth, his age seemed like a barrier.

But it's better to do than to regret.

"Taehyung?" Jeong called softly, so as not to scare him, tearing the younger boy out of the reverie he was swirling around the room with.