"Still too much." It might have been cheesy but then arms wrapped around his middle, forcing him to move to the song that was playing in the background. It was a foreign one, the rhythm making them understand it was about romance and Jimin rested his head against a strong shoulder, happy to be in the arms of the one he loved. A strong heartbeat was lulling him to calmness and his lungs were filled with familiar cologne. He loved it when he smelt of Jungkook because that was the fragrance he associated with safety – with home.
