Basketball: BTS Yoongi ff

Part 23

"What the fuck? When did I say that?"

"What do you mean? Don't pretend like you don't know, idiot."

"Who are you calling an idiot? Moron."

"Moron? How old are you? Eight?"

"I'm Eighteen, thank you very much."

"Pfffft. Eighteen my ass. You act like a spoilt little girl."

I groan in frustration, walking after Yoongi as he walks towards Jimin's house. He rings the doorbell and I stand behind him, refraining from choking the life out of him while he isn't paying any attention to me. How am I going to survive this year if he is constantly getting on my nerves?

We have been arguing over nothing since practice ended, and I am getting so frustrated with him. Just because our coach said that he wanted me to try the point guard position for one of our plays that we were learning. Literally one. Yoongi couldn't accept that I was getting a chance and threw a huge bitch fit over it. 

I simply told him to chill out and he got all defensive. He was making a big deal out of nothing and it is driving me insane. Coach only wanted me to try since I haven't run any of the plays so far and our first game is coming up soon. Yoongi just had to be a huge baby about it.

"Hey Yoongi! Oh--and who are you?"

I am brought out of my thoughts when the front door is opened and a woman answers it, a warm smile on her face. I can immediately tell that it is Jimin's mom, the friendliness simply radiating off of her in almost-tangible waves. 

"Hello Mrs. Park, I am Bohemian--Jimin's friend."

I bow respectfully before looking back up at her, watching as a huge smile takes up her face and exposes all of her teeth. I grin when I see her eyes turn into crescent moons just like her son's, me already liking her.

"So you're Bohemian. Jimin talks nonstop about you. I'm glad I finally got to meet his so-called new best friend" she says while pulling me into the house, closing the door behind me. Yoongi had already walked in and up the stairs while I was introducing myself, it obvious that he had been there numerous times before. 

I take off my shoes while Jimin's mom retreats back into the kitchen, my footsteps light as I walk up the stairs. We all live in dorms at the University, but the students can go home on the weekends to visit their families. I have never been over at Jimin's house though, so I don't know my way around at all.

I simply follow the sound of him and Yoongi's voices, creeping along the top floor carefully. The door to Jimin's room is open slightly, the sound of his adorably high-pitched laughter flowing out of it.

"Mia! You're here!"

I wheeze as I am immediately hugged, finding it difficult to breathe. Jimin may be the smallest of his friends, but he is still taller than me. He is also incredibly strong. His arms crush me as he buries his head into the crook of my neck, my hands tapping awkwardly at his back.

"Jimin, I love you bro, but I can't breathe."

He releases me and I gasp for breath, glaring up at him as he grins innocently back. I take a seat on his bed and he sits down next to me, his arm slung casually over my shoulder. 

"So why did you want the two of us here?" Yoongi asks from his seat across from us, gaining my attention. Jimin glances between us as we glare heatedly at each other, a frown on his face.

"I'm going to teach you how to act like an actual couple because frankly, y'all aren't fooling anyone."