Basketball: BTS Yoongi ff

Part 16

His hand is surprisingly warm as we walk into the theater. He had bought my ticket for me, but only because he said that it would make him look bad if he didn't. We are currently waiting in line for snacks, my foot tapping restlessly as I endure being this close to him.

"Will you stop doing that?" he whispers faintly, leaning closer so that I can hear him better. I refrain from leaning away from him in repulsion, instead smiling at him while nodding my head. He's lucky that I am a pretty good actor. You would never know that I really just want to strangle him until he turns purple.

"Next in line please."

I walk up to the guy serving snacks, dragging Yoongi behind me as he gets his wallet out yet again. The guy behind the counter smiles at me before waiting for us to decide what we want, patiently standing there.

"We'll get a large popcorn, a pack of redvines, and two medium sodas."

"Would you like to make the sodas larges for only fifty cents more? You get free refills on your drinks and popcorn if you do." I look over at Yoongi as he looks into his wallet before looking over at me. He raises an eyebrow and I shrug my shoulders. I don't really care if he buys a larger size drink or not. I just know that I'm going to have to work out extra hard tomorrow morning after eating all of this junk food. He rolls his eyes and sighs before nodding his head yes, handing over his money.

"You're paying me back after we are done" he says when the guy leaves to get our stuff. I roll my eyes, but smile at the guy when he hands me the drink cups.

"Yeah yeah, whatever."

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I laugh as soon as we get out of the theater, my hands over my head as I stretch. I giggle when Jimin runs up to me and covers my front, his eyes wide as he stands in front of me. My shirt had risen even more when I had risen my arms, a lot of my stomach showing as I stretched. I find it cute how he was looking out for me like that.

"Be more careful Mia" he says chidingly, reaching out to lower my shirt a little bit more. I roll my eyes as I swat his hands away, a teasing smile on my face.

"Ok appa, I'll be more careful from now on."

I wink at him as he shakes his head, latching onto his arm as we walk down the street. The rest of the guys follow closely behind us, their loud voices sounding from behind us. The air is cold as it hits my face, the wind stirring up my hair and making goosebumps appear on my exposed stomach and chest. I squint my eyes as we draw closer and closer to a large group of people that have congregated in the middle of the closed off street, it appearing to be a circle surrounding two people.

"What's that?" I ask, pointing over at the steadily growing crowd of people. Loud music can be heard coming from the speakers, the loud booming of the bass making me move my head to the beat as we come closer.

"Oh, that? They usually set up rap battles and freestyle competitions for anyone who wants to show what they got. It's usually only a way for underground rappers to show off, but you get the occasional regular guy who can hold his own."

A rap battle, huh? I smirk as we draw nearer, catching the last part of the battle that was going on from before. The guy totally got taken down, the other guy way better at rapping than he was. I watch as the guy who won smiles proudly, raising both of his hands up into the air to pump the crowd up. He is rather attractive himself with blonde hair and a sharp jawline.

I can tell that he is a total prick though, his whole entire personality just screaming that he is an asshole who gets off on making fun of others. I immediately don't like him. That's not what rapping is supposed to be about. Yeah, making fun of someone in a rap battle is ok, but doing it all the time is a waste. Rapping is supposed to be about self expression, not knocking someone down.

"And we have a winner! Anyone else brave enough to challenge the raining champion?" the announcer yells over the excited crowd. I glance around at everyone around me, watching as all of them do the same as I am. The winner smirks, crossing his arms across his chest when he thinks that he is the champion for today. I scoff, pushing my sleeves up slightly. I'm about to put this cocky bastard in his place.