Teach Me How to Dance || yoonmin

Chapter 11

"I'm surprised you agreed to it." Hoseok mentioned as the three began their walk to Yoongi's apartment.

"Why's that?"

"We aren't close."

But Yoongi and I are– is what Jimin wanted to say. He didn't know why he wasn't allowed to tell Hoseok that he was in fact there for Yoongi, but he went along with it because he figured it was the best thing to do. He didn't want to anger Yoongi in any way or cause trouble for him.

"You two are fun and I didn't really have anything planned for today." Which wasn't necessarily true. He did have something planned, just, not including Hoseok.

"Why aren't you talking Yoongi?" Hoseok pestered. A panicked expression flashed across Yoongi's face before he found his composure and cleared his throat.

Jimin began to wonder if it was him that was making him panic. If that was the case, he felt bad about it. He began making up some excuse in his head to leave.

"Uh, sorry, I didn't clean. I wasn't expecting company..."

"You never clean when I come over." Hoseok complained, nudging Yoongi's arm.

"You're my best friend, I don't have to clean for you." He rolled his eyes.

"You're not even that messy."

"But first impressions count." Yoongi sighed.

"I don't mind, believe me." Jimin said smiling, hoping that the reason why Yoongi was freaking out was because of him not cleaning and not because of Jimin himself.

"Still, a proper warning would've sufficed."

"I did warn you." Jimin stated matter of factly, memories drifting back to the night before.

"What?" Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows.

"I mean, I–" Shit. Jimin decided that he should just stop speaking before he fucked everything up.

"Ahahaha, shut up. It's inside joke from practice Hobi." Yoongi played it off, sending Jimin a frantic look.

"Oh. How's that going by the way?"

"I've learned the choreography."

"So proud of you! Thank you for getting my lazy ass friend up on his feet." He said to the red head.

"No problem, it's my job."

Hoseok started a conversation with Jimin about dance and Yoongi didn't understand any of it. So, he took out his phone and texted Jin about his unfortunate position.

Yoongi: MAYDAY MAYDAY

Mom: I'm at work, what is it?

Yoongi: JIMIN, HOSEOK, ME, MY APARTMENT, ALL AT ONCE.

Mom: oh, Hoseok was with you at work? If I would've known I wouldn't have given him your workplace, sorry Yoongi.

Yoongi: SHIT WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?

Yoongi thanked the lord that Jin was able to text him back right away. He was probably on break.

Mom: Calm down. I'm sure it'll be okay. Just don't give anything away. Nothing has happened since the other day so I'm sure you'll be able to control your hormones.

Yoongi: riiiiiight, nothing.

Mom: OH MY GOD, MIN YOONGI, DID YOU HAVE SEX WITH HIM LAST NIGHT AFTER YOUR LITTLE DATE?

Yoongi: NO!

Yoongi: Well–

Yoongi: Not exactly.

He glanced up from his phone to see the two younger still deep in conversation.

Mom: WHAT DOES "NOT EXACTLY" MEAN?

Yoongi: we talked on the phone

Mom: YOU HAD PHONE SEX?

Mom: DO YOU HEAR THAT?

Mom: IT'S THE SOUND OF ME WEEPING BECAUSE MY SON ISN'T A PURE SOUL

Yoongi: IS MY INNOCENCE REALLY A MAIN CONCERN RIGHT NOW?

Mom: I suppose not. Anyways, what I suggest is that you get both of them to leave early, but lowkey have Jimin sneak back in ;)

Yoongi: I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M HEARING THIS FROM YOU OF ALL PEOPLE?! AND THEN YOU COMPLAIN ABOUT ME NOT BEING INNOCENT?

Mom: Listen, there are plenty of things that you don't know about me when it comes to topics like this.

Yoongi: OH MY GOD JIN NO, JIN STOP, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT.

Mom: You're at the right age. It's about time I tell you.

Yoongi: BYE.

Yoongi stuffed his phone back in his pocket, not wanting to hear about anything Jin had to say on the topic.

The three finally arrived at Yoongi's apartment a couple minutes later. Yoongi warned them about the mess before opening the door and letting them in.

"Where's the mess?" Jimin asked, eyes searching around. He thought his apartment was cute and cozy, it fit Yoongi's style.

"Do you not see the random dishes scattered everywhere?" He said pointing to two cups on the coffee table and a bowl at the dining room table.

"You're shitting me right."

"And look! Laundry on the floor!" He pointed at a pair of pants thrown to the side of his couch.

"That's it?" Jimin smiled, thinking this side of Yoongi was cute.

"Yoongi is a living hyperbole." Hoseok laughed and got himself comfortable on the couch.

"Shut up. Do you want anything to drink?" He asked Jimin as he walked into the kitchen. Jimin followed behind.

"Water?"

"I'd like a Dr. Pepper please and thank you." Hoseok shouted from the living room.

"Nobody was asking you." Yoongi yelled back. As Yoongi opened the fridge, he felt hands wrap around his waist. Jimin rested his head on his shoulder. "Stop it!" Yoongi whisper screamed squirming in his hold.

"Why?" Jimin grinned.

"Because Hoseok could walk in any moment."

"And so what if he does?"

"I'll explain it to you later, please?" Jimin nodded and let go of him. Yoongi made sure not to look at him. He didn't want to see the embarrassment written all over his face. He grabbed two water bottles and a Dr. Pepper. Giving one water bottle to Jimin, he led him back into the living room and sat on the opposite side of the couch from Hoseok. This left only the middle spot open. He passed Hoseok the Dr. Pepper and cursed to himself. He was about to scoot over to the middle, but Jimin sat down.

"This should be interesting." Yoongi whispered to himself. Jimin happened to overhear and laughed, placing a hand on Yoongi's thigh. The older stared at him wide eyed before quickly slapping it off.

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