ayo!
After making an infinite number of fanfic-based collections and writing for ages on wattpad in Italian (my mother tongue) I decided to move to ao3 and practice my English. If you ran out of thing to read or might want to give legs a chance I'd be on cloud nine!

STATUS: ON GOING
on both ao3 and wattpad

genere: AU; angst; sentimental
Image by kolya Image by Z.
plot
Park Jimin is a senior dancer at Korea National University of Arts, South Korea's most prestigious dance school, one step away from starting a thriving career as a modern dancer.
Min Yoongi is a world-renowned pianist and is often called by dance schools to play for their dancers. In one school in particular Yoongi can't help but admire a boy with colored hair, long and strong legs, that dances as if it were the only thing keeping him alive.
Shortly before Jimin's last show as a school student, Yoongi, who was supposed to play for him, receives a call announcing the cancellation of the performance he was supposed to play for.
aesthetic, dance, and footwear image aesthetic, melody, and art image
rating: mature - triggering topics
Image by timetobuildmyempire cripple, wheelchair, and disability image
pairings: yoonmin, taekook, namjin
bts, suga, and yoonmin image taekook, bts, and jungkook image jin, bts, and seokjin image bts, hoseok, and jhope image
updates: one per month
Image by Ɗaωƞ ℱཞoՏt ️ aesthetic, dark, and night image

extract from chapter 15 circa

Jimin's toes brushed the floor and he shivered, holding on closer to Yoongi's body.
He smelled of cologne, whiskey, and tobacco.
"Yoongi," he said suddenly letting the words flow from his lips at the same moment he thought them, without even thinking. "Could you hold me for two seconds? I want ... I'd like to be able to touch the floor. "
Yoongi stiffened, Jimin felt his sharp inhale of breath on his skin. After a few moments, Yoongi turned his head, tilting his slim neck back, and their eyes meet. Jimin's - who aware of not being able to move his legs, still could not stop himself from trying to stretch his foot that barely touched the floor - feverish gaze and Yoongi's full of surprise and fear.
“Please, please. Just a few seconds. He asked, the desperation in his voice such that it seemed almost foreign to his own ears.
hands and blue image Image by Diane
«Jimin we do not create art with our body, but with our soul.»

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+ honne's, legs' sequel