Reversed

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The crowd was large but Jimin still found a good place to stand on the side. He'd walked backstage and some of the staff recognized him, immediately giving him celebrity status and allowing him to wait in the wings. His camera was ready and he was waiting calmly as he watched her walk up on stage.

His breath froze as she walked calmly to the bench.  She sat down softly and then her elegant hands raised above the keys.  The music flowed and her full concentration was on the music.  Jimin barely remembered to hit record on his phone.  He swallowed and then moistened his lips as he watched her.  Her expressions were deep and thoughtful.  The way she moved entranced him.

As the piece finished, he realized his mouth had been hanging open as indicated by the dry cotton feeling in his mouth.  He quickly stopped the video just as her eyes trailed up from the keys and met his from across the stage.  He felt frozen in time.  It's what he'd been longing for for a while.  He just wanted her to actually look at him. 

And she did. 

She even smiled warmly and waved slightly so as not to draw too much attention to him.  She turned and bowed to her audience and then she was coming his way.  All he could see was her beautiful eyes and her pink lips.

"Jimin," she said sweetly as she walked up to him. 

"Sorry?"  He felt nervous and clammy.  He was interacting with her after strongly admiring her from afar.  He couldn't handle the feels. 

"Jimin," she said again, a sweet smile playing on her lips.

"Jimin!"

"Say it again," he whispered.

"JIMINIE!"

"Wait, you don't call me that." He felt confused.

"HYUNG!"

"I think he's waking up." 

Jimin frowned as he felt two sets of hands violently shaking his body.  He groaned as he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the laughing faces of Taehyung and Jungkook. "What do you two monkeys want," he mumbled, rolling back over and pulling the blankets up over his head.

"Hyung, I wish I would have recorded you," cackled Jungkook, stumbling back a bit.

Taehyung was wheezing and wiping tears away.  "You...you...your hands..."

"Hands?! His TONGUE!" Jungkook wailed and fell into the bed, landing across Jimin.

Jimin's eyes grew wide under the blanket and he quickly struggled to get himself out from under Jungkook and into a seated position.  He tossed the blanket off his head, his hair sticking up ever whichaway. 

"Want us to demonstrate what you were doing," whispered Taehyung mischievously.

"Absolutely not," sighed Jimin, a small grin threatening to make an appearance.  He couldn't be mad at these two.  He was having a very nice dream but that's all it was, a dream.  He sighed a little and looked down at Jungkook who was laying across his lap now, still giggling softly.  He tousled the maknae's hair and smiled.  "Now you two have had your fun.  Why are you in here?"