BTS Oneshots | Boy × Boy (ON GOING)

🌻Dance With Me - Sope🌻

Yoongi hates dancing. He hates simply moving his body. He would sleep his entire life if he had the option. After getting dragged to a dance lesson by his roommate Taehyung, Yoongi suddenly has a new favorite hobby. Because he enjoyed the dance lesson? Oh no. Because of the dance teacher.

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Min Yoongi was just lying in bed in his dorm room, enjoying a peaceful day of doing absolutely nothing. It was his favorite way to spend the day when he didn't have classes, just napping with his several blankets and pillows. He slept like a rock, nothing could wake him.

"Yoongi hyung!"

Except his roommate.

"What do you want?" Yoongi groaned, rolling over in his bed to see Kim Taehyung. Yoongi scowled and glared, his hair falling over his forehead, staring at his roommate's outfit; he was wearing red shorts, a white tank top, no shoes or socks, and a headband that pushed the hair out of his face.

"I just had the best time of my life!" Taehyung grinned his famous boxy smile, hopping onto Yoongi's bed. Yoongi yawned and kicked Taehyung off the bed quite literally, stretching.

"Yeah, so was I, I was napping," he scowled, pulling his blankets over his head in an attempt to ignore the annoying raven-haired boy.

"No, I fell in love!"

"Congratulations, you want a cookie?"

Taehyung frowned. "Hyung, seriously!" He climbed off the floor and right under Yoongi's blankets, forcing him to look at his face. "I fell in love with a real person, not just Tannie!"

"And who is this real person?" Yoongi asked, still glowering at Taehyung with only a few inches of space between their noses. Yoongi wasn't fazed by this, Taehyung often got very close and touchy.

"I was too shy to ask his name," Taehyung admitted, pouting. "But he was really small, smaller than you! And he had really cute cheeks, and he danced really well..."

Yoongi just kept listening to Taehyung blabber on about this mystery boy, suppressing a smile. He was kinda surprised when Taehyung said "he", for he thought Taehyung was straight.

 Yoongi acted cold and tough on the outside, but he really had a soft spot for his younger roommate, and he loved listening about his day. He couldn't help but feel happy for Taehyung, he knew how much of a hopeless romantic he was.

"He sounds very lovely," Yoongi chuckled, sounding as if he were talking to a kid. "Where did you meet him?"

"Remember when I stole your computer last week?"

"Vividly."

"Well, I was using it to sign up for dance classes. I went this morning, that's where I met him, and it was the best time of my life!" Taehyung grinned, shaking Yoongi's shoulders.

"Dancing? Disgusting." Yoongi gagged dramatically, squeezing his little cat eyes shut.

Taehyung scoffed. "You're so lazy, hyung! You should come with me, I bet you'd like it."

"Me? Like dancing?" Yoongi asked, eyebrows raised. "Not in a million years, who do you think I am, Micheal Jackson? I'd prefer something worthwhile, like sleeping."

"Just try it hyung!" Taehyung whined, giving Yoongi his absolute best puppy eyes.

"No."

"Do it for me, do it for your baby," he pouted, clinging to Yoongi's shirt.

"You're not my baby, you're a parasite who showed up in my dorm room one day and refused to leave. Now would you get lost? You smell terrible from that stupid dance lesson."