Ball Masqué (YOONMIN)

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Yoongi decides to first check the restroom, the place where he literally ran away from the younger. 

Arriving at the same room, he unfortunately doesn't spot the silver haired boy. ''Ji-'' Yoongi stops, realizing he can't just call out his name.

''Shit.'' The black haired man curses under his breath. How is he supposed to find him this way? ''Where can he be? Where can he be?'' Yoongi asks himself in his head.

He walks out of the restroom, looking at his surroundings, when his thoughts drift away to the voice of the two japanese singers. That's when it hits him. ''HE IS ON THE DANCEFLOOR!'' Yoongi shouts, not realizing he //really//shouted it out loud and //not// in his head. 

A couple of heads turned around in his direction, but because everyone had some drinks, they didn't pay attention any longer to the shorter man, averting their attention back to what they were originally doing, making Yoongi sigh in relief, to which he proceeds his way to the dance floor.

''Okay, so where do I begin?'' Yoongi is confused, he stands in the middle of the ballroom, checking every person that walks past him, but he just can't find the person he is looking for. 

''How hard is it to spot silver hair?''

Suddenly he spots the male, he is dancing in the middle of the dance room. ''Typical Jimin.'' Yoongi mumbles, a light chuckle escaping his mouth. With the speed of light he squeezes his way through all the sweaty bodies to reach Jimin.

He was relieved when he finally reached the boy. He smirks when he thinks about scaring the younger, but the moment he wants to put his hands on the other's shoulders to scare him, the male turns around.

Yoongi's big smile falls off his face as he sees that the male standing in front of him isn't his Jimin. 

''Oh hey, pretty, you want to dance?'' The male asks in a flirtatious tone, already moving his hands in Yoongi's direction.

As the other wants to throw his hands around Yoongi's neck, the black-haired man quickly takes a step back. ''Sorry, I am not interested.'' He bows politely, before meddling himself again in the crowd.

With his head hanging low, Yoongi slouches away from the centre. ''Where is Jimin?'' Yoongi whispers, pouting lightly as he furrows his brows in frustration. Feeling devastated as he can't find him and so can't set things right.

Yoongi's pov 

''What did I say about running away?'' A familiar high pitched voice speaks from up front. 

As I was lost in my own though I didn't hear the voice the first time, only when I felt a hand gently lifting up my chin, I got out of my trance, focusing my eyes only to see the, //my// silver haired boy standing in front of me. (Yes mine, I am quite possessive over these kinds of things.)

I locked eyes with him, the strange feeling in the pit of my stomach returning. I can almost feel how my blood rushes up towards my cheeks, coloring my face a dark red, the longer I look in Jimin's eyes.

Luckily the lights were dimmed, so I hoped Jimin wouldn't see the way I was starting to blush as if I was standing in front of my first high-school crush.

I realized that Jimin's hand was still holding my face and it even looked like he didn't realize that either. It's then that both of us cough at the same time and take a step back.

''Hey.'' Jimin says. I see how he slightly fidgets with the sleeves of his blouse. I find it adorable. ''Hey.'' I greeted back, scratching the back of my head as I was extremely nervous and I didnt even know why.

''Where were you?'' Jimin asks, breaking the silence, while I see how his lips had formed into a pout. ''I am sorry I left you without saying anything.'' I say, genuinely feeling a little guilty as I see Jimin's sad expression on his face.

Jimin still pouts, it makes me chuckle a bit. ''Hey! Are you laughing at me?'' Jimin asks, a little bit offended. I smile, while I recall his own words. ''You just make me happy.'' Jimin blushes when he recognizes the words.

A sparkle formed itself in Jimin's eyes. 

He looked absolutely stunning. His silver hair was hanging more loose than before, his front hair strands sticking a little on his forehead, his sweat almost glistering under the dimmed light, while I see how his lips are parted and soft breaths are escaping his mouth.

''I thought you hated me, Yoongi.'' Jimin suddenly speaks up. It took me a second before I averted my gaze back to Jimin, only to stare at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. 

 ''Yoongi?! He knows my name?!''

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