International Idol[SEAQUEL] ~ Min Yoongi

(2: Busy)

"Remember, you have a super busy schedule these next few weeks. You've got a photo shoot with Dispatch on Thursday, it's an interview too. Then on Sunday you have one with the BBC and next Tuesday you've got the thing with Vogue. And we've got the new choreo we need you to get on top if for the MV shoot Friday, Saturday and Sunday." Ahn says slowly through the phone, audibly flicking through a calendar or diary or something as she spoke. "We also need you to loose a bit of weight."

"Excuse me?" I asked, a little shocked by the request. I'm stood in the kitchen with a half eaten slice of toast in hand in a creased shirt and old PJ shorts.

"Well it's either lose a bit of your muscle mass, which I doubt you'd do, or lose a bit of weight. You're starting to look a bit chunky." She says playfully.

I roll my eyes and go quiet, simply humming at her in reply.

"Okay, you also need to practice as much as you can with the awards season coming up. We're going to need you to practice everything as much as you can, get more interactive with your followers too."

"Mm-hmm." I grumble, rolling my eyes as I put the remainder of my toast in the bin.

"Alright, don't forget to note it all down so you can prepare yourself, hun." She says 'kindly'. "I'll call you in a bit to make sure you got it down. Bye."

"Bye." I grumble, dropping the plate in the sink and shoving my phone into my pocket. I grab myself a cup and fill it with water, gulping it down in one go before heading into the living room as Jin entered.

He gave me a warm smile and a pat on the back as we passed. "Morning!" He said cheerily, making me narrow my eyes at him.

"Hyung, it's 11:30."

He laughed, nodding and turning his head to face me. "Morning for you." He said playfully.

I chuckle and walk away, heading to the living room and plonking down on the sofa beside Jimin.

He looks up and smiles at me cutely, before quickly turning back to his book and punching his glasses up his nose. "Hey."

"Hey." I reply with a smile, trying to read his book. I don't understand it. It's halfway though the book so there's no point even trying. I lean back in the sofa and look around. "Where are the others?"

Jimin opens his mouth to talk and then stops, lips parted as he finished the paragraph. "Kook and Tae have gone to Jeju, Namjoon, and soon Jin, are with Hobi trying to learn the new dance, Yoongi is probably in his studio, and I am here." He smiles, gesturing to himself.

"Taekook hoping for a romantic holiday or something?" I laugh, staring at the ceiling.

"More like a kinky one." He says with a wink.

I shrug. "You know, I don't think they'll go all the way."

"Why? Wait, no, I don't want to know." He said with a laugh, hitting me with the book. "But why? Give me the gossip." He says playfully, leaning in close as if what I said was a huge secret.

My eyes instinctively flick down to his full lips before fixing on his eyes and leaning away. Too used to that side of him. Nope. Stop it, Makseunie. "Wh-nothing. There's no gossip."

"What's Kookie said to you?" Him in whined, leaning closer to me.

"Nothing! It's just common for gay guys not to go all the way." I exclaim, making Jimin marrow his eyes.

"He went all the way with you."

I stare at him silently, face falling angry and offended. "That was a mistake." I say eventually, glaring at him. "Plus that's different. I assure you, it's very different to be on top than on the receiving end."

He backed away, biting his lip at the realisation he'd hit a nerve. "Sorry... but has Kook said anything to you? Tae's said stuff to me."

I consider what he said for a moment. "I'll tell if you tell."

"Deal."

"Okay, so Kook said he's scared to go all the way. He said he feels bad for not wanting to but he's scared."

"Tae says he really wants to but thinks Kook isn't ready."

We smile at one another, feeling mischief in the now shared knowledge.

"Who put so much toast in the bin, jesus." Jin says with a sigh, starting to wash the plates.

"Sorry, hyung. I made too much." I lie, trying to hold down my laughter at the exasperated groan that escapes Jin's lips.

"Must've done!! There's three slices in here, and each slice is half a piece of bread!! You wasted so much!" He scolds, grumbling some more in annoyance but I couldn't quite catch what he said.

"Why did you waste so much?" Jimin asks, leaning back on the sofa and returning his attention to his book.

Because Jellyfish want me to lose weight that I don't have. "I wasn't as hungry as I thought I was. Made too much." I say nonchalantly, sanding and heading to my room. "I'm gonna go see Yoongi."

"He's in his office."

"Yeah, I'm gonna got changed then go see him."

"No, he's in his office. He doesn't let anyone in. It's "an invasion of his musical privacy" or something. He has locks on his door and all." Jimin explains.

"Yeah, I know. I've been in there before." I say with a confused look. "He'll let me in."

"1,000 won says he won't."

"1,000 won says he will."

We lock eyes and nod to one another as I enter my room, closing the door behind me.

~~~

"1,000 won. There." I huff angrily, throwing the bill at him in a fake tantrum.

Jimin laughs triumphantly, throwing his hands and feet into the air in celebration.

Hoseok gives him a strange look. "What did you bet on?" He asks, putting his phone in his pocket.

"Whether of not Yoongi-hyung would let Makseunie into his office." Jimin snickers, waving the note triumphantly before shoving it into his pocket. "He didn't so I won."

Hoseok laughed, stretching his legs out in front of him as he lounged back in the chair. "Of course he didn't, he never lets anyone in unless it's urgent."

I pout at them, grabbing my phone from the side. "I'm going to practice."

"Want to make a bet on whether you'll be let in there?" Hoseok teases, making me scowl.

"Bye."

"C'mon, maybe you can win your money back." Jimin jokes, giggling childishly.

"I swear to-bye!" I say exasperatedly, shoving my trainers on and heading to my practice room.

~~~

The music paused mid song to blare out my ringtone. I groan, wiping the sweat from my forehead and walk over, flipping onto the cool floor and answering the phone.

"Hey, Noona." I say, trying to steady my breathing.

"Updating you on your schedule, you've got a dance practice for Holiday to film on Thursday. As in next Thursday." She says briskly, not giving me time to protest. "So make sure you get the choreography en pointe! The backing dancers have nailed it, why can't you? Anyway, I'll let you know if there are any more changes. Bye." She hung up.

I groan loudly, flopping my hands either side of my head with a groan and laying like a starfish on the floor.

Sometimes I really hate my job.

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Sorry guys, I know this update was short and took ages but inspiration is low and I have to revise for exams a lot now. I'm sorry.

I am going on holiday in two days though, so depending on how much there is to do you may get an update or two when I come back(as I may not have internet).

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