Green With Envy || Yoonmin ✓

13; "Shit!"

"Jimin?"

"Huh? Oh, yes. What were you saying?"

"I was asking about Taehyung. What does he have?" Yoongi repeats, a little concerned about Jimin's state.

Jimin forces himself to look away from Yoongi. The longer he looks, the less sleep he gets tonight. "I don't think it's my place to tell you that. It's something very... personal. If anything, Taehyung should be the one telling you."

Yoongi nods in understanding.

"I don't... I don't think we're close enough for Taehyung to tell you so easily. I mean, you're very close with Jungkook, but as I said, it's something pretty perseonal. Don't expect an answer from Taehyung." Jimin says, all while looking down at his shoes.

All he wants to do is punch Yoongi square in the face, but he doesn't have the energy to be angry right now. Even blinking takes away all of his energy.

He just wants to go back to his room, make sure Taehyung's doing better, and sleep.

"I understand. I'll be going now," Yoongi announces before walking away, leaving Jimin to his own thoughts.

It feels weird; Jimin hasn't screamed at him once in this entire conversation. But it also feels like an achievement. Does this mean they're becoming friends now?

-

"Yoongi! Thank God you answered!"

"What the fuck do you want? It better be important. My work was interrupted for this." Yoongi warns, glancing at his computer screen.

"As you know, Namjoon wanted me to go with him while he bought a new bike. So I'm not near campus right now," Hoseok says, totally disregarding Yoongi's question.

"Continue," Yoongi says, a little suspicious.

"Yes, so, I may have forgotten my bag at the dance studio in school. Please if ypu could just-"

"Yeah, no way." Yoongi lets out a chuckle. "If that's all, I have a song to finish producing-"

"C'mon Yoongi! Pleaaaase! I'll owe you a favor, okay?"

Yoongi keeps quiet, contemplating a little in his head. He glances at the computer once more. After all, he does need a break. And maybe some inspiration.

"My bag has a lot of important stuff. It has my dance clothes and my wallet that includes my money, my credit card, and ID. If someone stole this bag, I'm cooked!"

There's another moment of silence, and Hoseok loses hope. But then he hears shuffling on the other side of the phone, and he knows it's Yoongi giving in.

"Fine, but you owe me. And grab some food on your way."

"Yesss! Thank you, Yoongi. You're the best bestest friend I could ever ask for-"

Yoongi hangs up before his body melts from cringe.

In a way, he wants to thank Hoseok for giving him a reason to give his eyes a break from the computer screen and his ass a break from this uncomfortable chair.

No, seriously, his ass hurts like hell.

It's seven at night, and Yoongi is just casually walking through the school hallways, as if he endures being here in the morning in the first place.

He thinks being here at night could make him go crazy.

At this point, he could be hallucinating, because why the hell is he hearing loud ass music coming from the dance room?

Okay, maybe he is hallucinating.  Who would be dancing at this hour? He takes a few steps closer to the dance room, slightly peaking inside.

Oh.

Jimin.

The first thing Yoongi wants to do is walk-- run away. He does not want to be seen by the younger.

But how could he just run away when Jimin is moving so seamlessly from one side of the dance room to the other?

How dare he even blink an eye and miss one of Jimin's movements?

Every move Jimin does is a whole different story. The way he sways his hips, flawless. The way he moves his hands, the way his legs work like they have a whole different choreography. It's crazy how much synchronization can be in one individual dancing alone.

Jimin is born for this.

It's truly mesmerizing. Yoongi can't even take his eyes away from the huge mirror. His eyes are glued to Jimin's body, and he isn't willing to look away anytime soon.

His eyes are dancing along with Jimin's body, creating perfect synchronization. The song Jimin's dancing on fades into the background as all Yoongi can hear are his heartbeats. Dancers aren't usually that hot when they dance. Dancers don't usually put this much emotion and energy into their dancing.

It's almost like the choreography has its own story.

He snaps out of his daydream when Jimin suddenly trips and falls down with a loud thud and a curse.

"Shit!"

Yoongi isn't thinking when he rushes inside and closing the door behind him. He drops down next to Jimin, ignoring the fact that Jimin's eyes are popping out of their sockets in surprise.

"Are you okay?" Yoongi asks, checking Jimin's leg for injuries. The younger pushes Yoongi's hands away, still dazzed.

"What're... how long have you been here?"  Jimin says, fear evident in his eyes. His shakey hands pull his legs into his chest and away from Yoongi's hands

"Just a second." Yoongi answers, his eyes still searching Jimin of any injuries.

Jimin hisses, his ankle slightly hurting as he tries standing up.

"Where does it hurt?" Yoongi asks, disregarding Jimin's boundaries, and helps him stand up.

"I'm fine. This happens all the time." He mumbles, pushing Yoongi’s hands away for the second time before making his way to the corner of the room where his stuff is, Yoongi following behind.

"It shouldn't,"

"Yeah? Well, I'm a dancer, I can't help it." Jimin answers without glancing back at Yoongi, slightly limping. He grabs his school bag and throws it over his shoulders, ready to walk out, but a firm grasp on his shoulders stops him from going any further.

"Sit,"