BTS Oneshot ( Book 1 )

The Beats ( Yoonmin )

The hum of music filled the dimly lit studio, thick with the smell of worn leather and sweat. Jimin stretched, arms reaching high above his head, before dropping into a low lunge, feeling the familiar pull in his legs. He'd been practicing for hours now, but something was off. His movements felt stiff, out of sync with the beat that pumped through the speakers.

He frowned, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "Again," he muttered to himself, pacing back to his starting position. The track started over, the heavy bass reverberating through his chest. He closed his eyes, trying to let the music guide him, but halfway through the routine, he stumbled, missing the step.

"Damn it," he cursed, collapsing onto the floor in frustration.

"You're too tense," came a low, gravelly voice from the doorway.

Jimin's head snapped up, his eyes widening. Yoongi leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, the dim light casting shadows over his sharp features. He was dressed in his usual all-black outfit, the signature beanie perched on his head. Jimin hadn't heard him come in.

"I didn't ask for an audience," Jimin shot back, his voice edged with annoyance.

Yoongi smirked, pushing off the doorframe and walking into the room. "Lucky for you, I'm not here to watch. I'm here to work." He sauntered over to the sound system, pausing the track. "You're overthinking it. That's why you keep messing up."

Jimin scoffed, pulling himself to his feet. "And what would you know about dancing?"

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Enough to know that you're letting the music control you instead of the other way around."

Jimin's jaw clenched. "It's not that simple."

Yoongi shrugged. "It is, actually. You're thinking too much. Let the beat flow through you, not dictate your every move."

Jimin crossed his arms, defensive. "It's easy for you to say. You're a producer. You just sit there with your headphones on, pressing buttons."

Yoongi chuckled, the sound low and infuriatingly calm. "You think producing is that simple? There's an art to it, just like dancing. You've got to feel it in your bones."

Jimin's eyes narrowed. "I feel it. I just-" He stopped, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Something's off today."

Yoongi studied him for a moment, then walked over to his laptop, which he'd left on the table near the speakers. "Let me see something," he muttered, pulling up the track Jimin had been practicing to. He made a few adjustments to the sound, tweaking the tempo just slightly.

"Try it now," Yoongi said, stepping back.

Jimin looked at him skeptically but moved back to his starting position anyway. The music started again, but this time it felt... different. The slight change in tempo somehow made the beat feel smoother, more natural. Jimin began to move, his body flowing with the rhythm, each step more precise than the last. He didn't stumble this time. He didn't miss a beat.

When the song ended, Jimin was breathless, but he felt lighter, more in control. He looked over at Yoongi, who was leaning against the table, watching him with a satisfied smirk.

"Told you," Yoongi said simply.

Jimin rolled his eyes, but he couldn't deny it-Yoongi had been right. "Fine. Maybe you know a little about dancing."

Yoongi laughed softly, shaking his head. "I know a lot about rhythm, Jimin. It's what I do."

Jimin walked over, still catching his breath. "Thanks," he muttered, though it pained him to admit it. He wasn't used to needing help, especially not from someone like Yoongi. The two of them had always clashed-Yoongi with his calm, unbothered demeanor and Jimin with his fiery passion. But somehow, over the past few months of working together, that friction had become something else. Something neither of them knew how to handle.

Yoongi shrugged, his expression unreadable. "Don't mention it."

Silence settled between them, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was heavy, charged, like the air before a storm. Jimin glanced at Yoongi from the corner of his eye, trying to gauge what the older man was thinking. Yoongi, as usual, was impossible to read, his face a mask of calm.

"So, what now?" Jimin asked, more to break the tension than anything else.

Yoongi tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes flickering with something Jimin couldn't quite place. "Now... we keep going. We don't have much time."

Jimin frowned. "What do you mean?"

Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his hair. "The deadline. For the performance. We've got, what? A week?"

Jimin blinked, surprised. He hadn't realized how close they were to the final show. Time had slipped by in a blur of rehearsals and late nights in the studio.

"I guess," Jimin muttered, suddenly feeling the weight of it all.

Yoongi stepped closer, his voice softening. "Don't worry so much. You've got this."

Jimin's heart skipped a beat at the closeness, the unexpected warmth in Yoongi's voice. "You really think so?"

Yoongi's lips quirked up in a rare, genuine smile. "I know so. You're one of the best dancers I've ever seen. You just need to stop doubting yourself."

Jimin felt a flush of heat rise to his cheeks at the compliment, and he quickly turned away, trying to hide his embarrassment. "I didn't realize you paid that much attention."

Yoongi's voice dropped, almost teasing. "I pay attention to everything."

Jimin's stomach fluttered, and he hated how much Yoongi's words affected him. It had been like this for weeks now-the tension between them, the unspoken words that hung in the air every time they were alone together. It was driving him crazy, but he didn't know how to stop it. Or if he even wanted to.

Yoongi stepped closer, his presence radiating warmth. "You're overthinking again."

Jimin swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. "Maybe."

Yoongi chuckled softly, his breath warm against Jimin's ear. "You're always in your head, Jimin. You need to relax."

Jimin's heart raced, and he could barely think with Yoongi standing this close, his deep voice sending shivers down his spine. "I... I don't know how."

Yoongi's hand brushed Jimin's arm, light but deliberate. "Let me help."

Jimin turned to face him, his breath catching in his throat. Yoongi's eyes were darker than usual, intense, focused solely on him. The air between them crackled with tension, and for a moment, Jimin thought he might explode from the sheer pressure of it all.

But then Yoongi smiled, soft and slow, and Jimin felt his chest tighten. "We don't have to rush this," Yoongi murmured. "We'll figure it out. Just... stop pushing yourself so hard."

Jimin nodded, unable to find his voice. He didn't know what was happening between them-whether this was something real or just a fleeting moment. But he knew he didn't want it to end. Not yet.

Yoongi stepped back, giving Jimin space to breathe, but the weight of his gaze never left. "Take a break. We'll pick this up tomorrow."

Jimin nodded again, grateful for the reprieve, though a part of him was already missing the closeness. "Yeah... okay."

Yoongi grabbed his things, heading for the door. But before he left, he glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes lingering on Jimin. "You're gonna kill it out there."

Jimin smiled, the warmth from Yoongi's words settling deep in his chest. "Thanks."

As the door closed behind Yoongi, Jimin sat down on the floor, his head spinning. He wasn't sure what had just happened, but one thing was clear: he and Yoongi were on a fast track to something more. Something they couldn't deny, no matter how hard they tried.

And Jimin wasn't sure if he was ready for it.

But then again, maybe that was the point.

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TBC