Why Are You Everywhere? | Yoonmin FF

35. Looking For Me?

And he knew it.

Jimin smirked. Just the corner of his lips. Barely noticeable.

But Yoongi noticed.

The older’s grip on his sunglasses tightened, his lips pressing into a firm line. He wasn’t even sure why his mouth suddenly felt dry, but he reached for his water bottle a little too quickly.

Jimin, completely unfazed, ran a hand through his hair, letting his fingers linger at the nape of his neck, flexing ever so slightly. He rolled his shoulders, his toned arms stretching, as if loosening up before a workout but everyone knew exactly what he was doing.

And then, without warning....he jumped.

A perfect dive.

Water splashed up, shimmering droplets catching the sunlight as they rained down. He disappeared beneath the surface, and for a moment, all that remained was the ripple of his entrance.

The entire poolside went silent.

Taehyung and Jungkook exchanged glances.

Yoongi, still gripping his sunglasses, blinked once. Then twice.

He had definitely seen.

Jimin emerged from the water, his body glistening with droplets that trailed down his toned chest and abs. He ran a hand through his wet hair, slicking it back effortlessly, his biceps flexing just enough to make an impact. The cool water had turned his skin slightly pink, contrasting beautifully under the golden sunlight.

Yet, despite the performance he just pulled off, he didn’t glance at Yoongi. Not even once.

Yoongi, however....he was watching.

He quietly shifted in his seat.

Subtly. Casually. But anyone paying close attention would notice the way he crossed his legs a little too quickly, adjusting his position as if trying to regain some sense of composure.

Jimin came out from the water like a scene straight out of a drama....water dripping from his body, hair slicked back, abs glistening under the sunlight. He walked towards Yoongi with an air of nonchalance, his movements deliberate, each step calculated to draw attention.

Yoongi, still lounging on the sunbed, pretended not to look. Pretended. But the way he adjusted his sunglasses and subtly clenched his jaw said otherwise.

Jimin, ignoring Yoongi’s existence (or so he pretended), plopped down a few inches away, stretching his arms dramatically as if the swim had been the most exhausting task of his life.

That was when the true chaos began.

Like trained agents on a mission, Taehyung and Jungkook materialized out of nowhere, their faces glowing with mischief.

"Oh, Jimin-hyung, your muscles must be so sore after all that intense swimming," Jungkook said, voice dripping with fake concern.

"Yeah, yeah! You need a massage," Taehyung added, cracking his knuckles like a professional masseur.

Before Jimin could even react, Taehyung had already poured a suspiciously large amount of oil into his hands, rubbing them together like a villain preparing for world domination.

"Wait, what are you-"

"Shhh," Taehyung hushed him, dramatically placing his hands on Jimin’s bare shoulders. "Just relax, Jiminie."

And then the masterpiece began.

Taehyung pressed into Jimin’s shoulders, and Jimin, being the overdramatic menace that he was, let out a loud, exaggerated moan.