The Long Game | JHS x Reader

Ch 3 | Who Cares

[Y/N]'s POV:

Awkward.

That's the only way to describe dancing with Yoongi.

Not because he's a bad dancer by any means, he's in one of the biggest dancing groups in the world, but he's definitely not the type to dance one-on-one with others. His hands are awkwardly placed on your hips while your arms are draped over his shoulders, and although both of you are professionally trained dancers, neither of you can seem to find the beat.

"So..." Yoongi finally breaks the silence. "Are you going to tell me why you randomly asked me to dance?"

You cock and eyebrow at him, trying to ignore how fucking delicious he looks in the low lighting. "I'll answer your question once you tell me what you meant back there."

"Back where?"

"When you said that I must be [Y/N], like you've heard of me before. Was it Jungkook?"

Yoongi chuckles and it does something unholy to your body.

"Yes and no," he answers. The song changes and the two of you finally start to find some sort of rhythm. Of course it's Standing Next to You blasting through the speakers now. "I knew JK's dance partner was named [Y/N], and I've seen you in a few videos. But I know you from what Hoseok has told me."

Electricity courses through your body, both from fear and delight.

Not only does he know you exist, but Jung Hoseok talks about you. Out loud. To other people.

Hey God, me again. I'm ready for you to take me now.

"What does Hoseok have to say about me?" you ask, feigning nonchalance as best as you can.

Though the smug smile on Yoongi's face makes you think he sees right through you.

"You answer my question first," Yoongi says. "Although I think I already know the answer."

Your breath hitches as his large hands slide up to your rib cage and he pulls you in closer, leaving only an inch between your faces.

Hey God, I'm so serious right now. Please take me. I cannot handle this. I'm going to combust. I'm going to—

"Don't freeze like that," Yoongi laughs, but his voice is low enough that only you can hear him over the music. He leans his head in and brushes his nose against yours, preventing you from breathing.

"If you have a crush on Hobi, you should try a little harder to make him jealous."

Lead travels through your veins and stops you in place, your eyes widening like saucers. "W-what? Crush? Who...who has a c-crush? Not me. No way."

Yoongi laughs again before flipping you around and pulling your back to his chest. The song has changed to something much slower and sensual, and his hands find your waist again.

Yoongi's lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "You're a terrible liar, [Y/N]. Luckily Hoseok has fallen for your bad acting, but I won't."

Panic and anger washes over you like a tidal wave. You don't know hardly anything about Min Yoongi. You can't trust him with something like this. He could out you and get you deported with a snap of his fingers.

Your chest dips a little as you lean forward, and Yoongi falters when you start to grind your ass into his pelvis. Looking innocently over your shoulder, you say, "You think I'd be here dancing with you like this if I had a crush on your brother?"

There's a couple of wandering eyes starting to focus on you and Yoongi, but you don't care. You can't let him know how you feel about Hoseok. You'll fake it till you make it. It's bad enough that Jungkook knows but he swore on his life, and on his career, that he would keep your secret. And so far he has.