BTS Smuts [BoyxBoy]

YoonMin

"Okay, one, two, three, go." The two boys danced in time and Jimin kept his eyes on Yoongi in the mirror, checking all his moves were correct. The music echoed throughout the dance hall and the sound of trainers squeaking against the floor made it that little bit louder. The part finished and Jimin turned the song off at the stereo. 

"Was that right?" Yoongi asked, scratching his head with his hand and catching his breath.

Jimin nodded. "Yeah, completely right." 

"That's good," Yoongi said. He pulled his hoodie over his head and threw it to the side of the hall, Jimin watching as he did this. He looked at Yoongi's slender arms and the way the tight shirt clung to his body, the way the tracksuit bottoms gave him the perfect outline of the boy's behind. He turned to look at Jimin and saw his eyes almost fixated on his body. He pulled a confused face.

"You staring?"

Jimin blinked twice. It was like a trance. Yoongi had something so alluring about him that it quite frequently caught his attention; this wasn't the first time Jimin had checked him out and honestly he was sure he saw the other members doing it too. It wasn't surprising. He had so many qualities to love about him. His small, slim frame and pale skin were adorable, he always looked on point and was so fashionable; whatever Yoongi wore, he could pull it off in a way that others couldn't even if they tried. And when he danced it was near impossible to take your eyes off him. Yoongi was effortlessly beautiful.

"No... sorry," he replied in a quiet voice as the back of his neck grew hot. Jimin shuffled back to the side of the room towards the stereo to move things along and get rid of the awkward tension.

 He replayed the song. Perfectly, the boys danced the entire thing and were exhausted by the end due to the complex and fast-paced moves. The fans would love it when the video came out and all their hard work would pay off, big time.

They finished, high-fived and sat beside each other on the ground, their backs on the wall. "We're done for today, then?"

Yoongi nodded. "I'll text them to pick us up." He reached for his phone and pulled it out from a pocket in his hoodie. Resting his elbows on his knees, he held it in front of him and looked up at the screen whilst swiping and unlocking the phone. He tapped away at the glass as he texted Jungkook, the most reliable member as he was always using his phone at any given time.

"They're on the way," Yoongi said. "I guess we just wait now." He laid his phone back on the ground and rolled across the floor, lying there with one leg bent in the air and both hands underneath his head. "Practice is so tiring sometimes," he said. "I seem to always be worn out when it's done." It was true. The bead of sweat on his forehead and his red cheeks showed he had worked hard, which was normal for Suga. He was so consistent and hard-working; Jimin admired that. He also happened to like the hot mess look he was sporting at the time.

Yoongi's phone lit up again; it was another message from Jungkook. Quietly, the ringtone echoed in around the room and he looked over at it, too lazy to move from the spot. "Who's it from?"

"Jungkook," said Jimin.

"And what does he say?" he asked in a groggy tone.

Jimin read the message. "It says.. uhh .. 'having fun with your boyfriend?'" Across the floor, he carefully slid the phone to it's owner.

"My boyfriend?" Yoongi repeated. "He must be talking about you." Jimin frowned and felt confused. Yoongi looked at him and then rolled over onto his stomach, his face on his forearms. "He jokes around because he thinks I have a thing for you or something."

Jimin forced a nervous laugh. "That's weird."

"Right," he said.

"Why does he think that?"