Push to unlock ( BTS yoonmin [ boyxboy ])

Why are you shaking up my heart?

The first week had gone by quickly, a tight schedule had made sure of it. Most nights all members passed out after 2 minutes laying down. Yoongi didn't hear too much from the guy and neither did he have the energy nor time himself either. So he guessed it worked out well. The new song they had been working on sounded promising, and Yoongi even had inspiration to write some of his own. He had sent some of the lyrics to the guy, even before showing it to Namjoon. Which afterwards had surprised even himself, as it made him realize how comfortable their interactions were. Yoongi never really showed off his lyrics unless they had been perfected, but he had to this guy. Strange.

The second week however was torture. Everything had been well, until they had a couple of shows and interviews to attend. And somehow he felt like the universe was onto him, like: 'you thought you'd get away that easily?' Think again'. Cos for some reason Yoongi had been placed next to Jimin every time, he played it cool. But in reality just sitting next to him, being so close for a longer amount of time had Yoongi swallowing every 2 seconds. Every time Jimin would move it would send tiny brushes of wind over Yoongi's skin, and he prayed to god that neither Jimin nor the cameras caught the goose bumps spreading on his arms. He crossed them trying to casually rub them away with his hands, which was damp with sweat.

'He had been almost over Jimin, right?' Yoongi felt like banging his head against a wall. He had been used to being in the same room, and not looking directly at Jimin. It had worked, or at least he had felt like it was working, his heart getting calmer. This new guy made it slowly disappear, the feelings. That's what he had thought. 'Fuck', Yoongi thought. He could see Jimin smile in his side vision. 'Fuck you, and everything that is you Jimin', he thought at the same time as he felt the tingling feeling in his chest, before a rapid sharp pain ripped it all apart. All he saw was Jimin's eyes shining with sadness, not knowing what to say to not hurt Yoongi, flashing in front of his eyes. If it wasn't a broadcast Yoongi would've left right that second. To get as far away from anything and everything that could remind him of the guy sitting next to him with the smile of a thousand suns. The guy that now only ever looked at him with a pained expression.

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They had all been styled in dark green uniforms for today's broadcast, and Yoongi had been the first to get ready. When he walked out Jimin had turned away quickly so the other didn't catch his open mouth and blushing cheeks. 'Damn, why did Yoongi have to look so good in a uniform, huh?' he thought, as he now sat next to Yoongi trying to control himself. He tried his best not to look at him, but, ah ,his profile was so delicate and Jimin hadn't been this close for so long. It made it so difficult to keep his eyes on whoever was talking.

'No, no, no, Jimin get your shit together'. He wanted to slap his own face to regain some focus.' You're meeting the app guy in a couple of day, and you should know by now that Yoongi doesn't want that anymore, you fucked that up'. He sighed quietly giving the boy next to him a quick last glance.'And you should also be over it by now', he tried to pep talk himself, and it worked a little. 'Cause why should he sit here like a love sick puppy when Yoongi looked totally okay? Nope, focus Jimin'. He managed to get through the broadcast as his laughing and charming self with not much trouble. 'Thank god it's over'. He raised his hand to his chest. His heart beating like he'd been running a marathon.

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After the broadcast Yoongi sat lost in thoughts for a long time. He really had thought he'd gotten further than this. That his feelings for Jimin was going away, but after today he wasn't sure. He felt conflicted about what to do regarding the whole situation with the app guy in the picture. Min Yoongi was maybe not the best at talking about what was on his mind, but if there was one thing he hated it was keeping stuff from others that could end up hurting them. He knew what he had to do, he got up from his comfortable spot in the couch and made his way into the bedroom and his charging phone.