Strings

Yoongi was lost.

He'd agreed to swing by the dance studio to walk home with Jimin, but there happened to be a few studios due to the size of the dance department. A few of the classes were still in session, giving Yoongi time to anxiously scan the hoards of flailing limbs to find his Jimin. At this studio, his eyes caught on a few familiar faces: the instructor was Jungkook's old teacher, that Yeri girl was in the class, along with that really nice Lisa girl, and ...

Hoseok.

Yoongi had had no idea he even attended their university, let alone danced like this. His body moved in sync with every beat, talent rivaling Shownu's sharp and measured movements, something even Yoongi could recognize. He was so fluid, face twisted in concentration. It was almost intimidating. Scratch that, definitely intimidating. Yoongi felt people moving past him, heard noises from down the hall, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the fierce dancer in front of him. He barely registered the dancing had ended, had it not been for the sudden change in Jung Hoseok's demeanor, he would have continued to stare.

But the fierce concentration seemed to melt away with the last fading notes, slipping into something soft, happy, and light. A bright smile settled onto Hoseok's features, even as he panted and wiped the sweat from his brow. Yoongi tried to move his feet, having been to distracted to determine whether or not Jimin was here, but it was this lapse in thought that led to his abrupt shock at being stared at. Hoseok's gaze locked on his own, recognition and surprise evident in his expression.

It was all too obvious that Yoongi was blushing, even to himself, and he brought a hand up instinctively to hide it.

"Found you!" Jimin purred, draping himself over Yoongi's stiff shoulders. "I see you've found Hobi's class."

Their gazes were still locked and Hoseok waved, gesturing for the duo to wait.

Jimin leaned over to press his lips to Yoongi's cheek. "You sly dog, he's pretty isn't he."

"Y-yeah," Yoongi swallowed, "do... do you dance like that? Jimin?"

"Mmmmh, I think our styles are a bit different, but I do have a knack for it." He hummed.

"Hi! You're Gukki's and Tae's friends, right! I've seen you at the cafe. Yoongi aaaannnnnnnd, don't tell me. Don't. Uuuuuuh, Jimin?"

"Yeah," Jimin giggled, "You were really good in there, don't you agree Yoongs?"

Yoongi managed to nod, finding his shoelaces to be fascinating.

"Awe, thanks you two! It means a lot, really." He grinned. "We should hang out sometime, I'd like to see you dance Jimin, I hear lots about you if you're Park Jimin."

"Ah, I am." Jimin smiled gracefully, "I hope its all good things."

"Of course! I'll see you later then?"

"Oh yes, bye Hoseok."

"Bye Jimin, bye Yoongi!"

Yoongi squeaked, gripping Jimin's hand as the younger slipped his phone back into his pocket. Hoseok's shoes rounded the corner.

"You did not just get his number." Yoongi deadpanned.

"Yeah I did," Jimin stuck out his tongue, "maybe if you weren't ogling his thighs..."

Yoongi choked on his spit and for a second, he thought he was going to die. "I was not!"

Jimin laughed, taking his hand and leading them outside, "I don't blame you, he has some nice thighs."

"But I wasn't!"

Jimin just laughed harder.

***

Unknown

hii yoongles

can i call u yoongles

im sorry who is this??

Unkown

ooh ig Mini didnt tell u

its Hobi!! Mini gave me ur #

sooo can i call u yoongles

"Park Jimin I will kill you with death."

"You love me you whipped pouty boy."

yeah thats fine, hi hobi

Hobi

:)))

so yoongles hru

im good thanks, hbu

Hobi

>< im great thx 4 askin

"Jiminie I can't do this."

"Aw, hun, you don't have to feel pressured into anything. You can just talk, that's easy."

"No, he's too cute over text and he's too hot in person."

Jimin laughed, scooting closer to wrap his arms around Yoongi, chin on his shoulder to read the conversation. "Yoongles!" Jimin made an incomprehensible sound in the back of his throat, something between a screech and a maniacle giggle.

Yoongi huffed. "You call me Yoongs."

"Yeah, I'm supposed to call you all of the cute names. You're already my boyfriend. But this, Yoongles, is what I call a whipped boy. Two whipped boys I might say."

Yoongi pouted, turning off his phone. "It has to be three though."

Jimin held him a little closer at that, "It's okay to give things some time baby, don't worry so much."

Yoongi tried to breathe a little lighter, smiling gratefully when Jimin brought out two steaming bowls of ramen to the table and clicked on 'Banana Fish.'

"Eiji is such a bae."

"Hells yeah, and I'd let Ash do w h a t e v e r he wanted to me."

"Oh my gash, he's 17."

"True, but as I said, what he wanted. And I'm 19, just like Eiji."

"You're hopeless."

"And you're thirsty for Hobi's thighs."

"..."

"OW!"