to him ••• yoonmin

Intro

Jimin unties his ballet shoes. His fellow dancers surround him. They are ether still dancing or packing up like him. He puts his shoes in his back and zips it up. He massages his sore feet before getting his tennis shoes back on. Someone approaches him, causing him to look up.
"You're pretty good. I was impressed," the smiling boy says.
"Thanks. That means a lot from you Hoseok," Jimin replies.
Hoseok holds out his hand for the fellow dancer. "I don't know a lot about ballet, but I'm a dancer. I can tell you have a good future."
"You're just saying that now," Jimin scoffs. "Look, you don't need my blessing. Taehyung likes you, I don't have saw in who he sleeps with."
Hoseok a smile wavers. "Well I was just being nice. And I'm not sleeping with him. We've been on a few dates."
Jimin sighs. "You don't need to lie. He literally told me all about last Saturday." He pats the taller boys shoulder. "He was impressed to say the least. He told me, and I quote 'I never knew someone that skinny could be so long'."
He looks at the ballerina in surprise. A blush covered his face. "H-he told you?"
Jimin in nods. "Of course, were best friends and I'm a nosey bitch. But don't worry, he didn't tell me the details. He seems to really like you."
His smile appears again. "Really? That's great. Do you think he'd say yes if I asked him out?" Hoseok asks.
The bell rings. Jimin walks away. "You'll have to see for yourself." Hoseok grins and skips down the hall. He gets to the doors and walk out to the football bleaches. His friends are smoking under. He joins them and takes out his own pack.
"What's got you grinning so much?" Namjoon asks, handing him a lighter.
"You know Taehyung?"
Yoongi scoffs. "The kid you never shut up about?"
"Yeah, well, his friend said that he talks about me and our late night," he winks. "I think I have pretty good chance with him."
Namjoon smiles. "That's great. Maybe you can stop crying about how the kid if he's your boyfriend."
"I don't cry," Hoseok protests. "Anyways, what do you think Yoongi?"
Yoongi blows a puff of smoke. "Is he going to smoke with us?"
"No."
"Is he going to try to be my friend."
"Well, I don't know-"
"Then I don't care. As long as he doesn't think he's my friend."
Footsteps approach. We turn around. The innocent face of a sophomore approaches. Namjoon smiles. "Come here, sweets," he calls. Jungkook walks to his boyfriend's arms. He takes the cigarette from Namjoon's mouth and takes a smoke.
"Really?" Yoongi asks, clearly annoyed.
"What? Fuck off," Jungkook mumbles.
"You don't need to be taking in that shit." Yoongi takes the stick from the boy and puts it out.
"You do it."
"Yeah, I'm nineteen. You are an actual kid," Yoongi says. "What would auntie do if she found out?"
"She'd blame you, dumbass," Jungkook says. He sticks out his tongue out. "Like always."
Namjoon kisses Jungkook's neck. "Kookie, if old man Yoongs days you shouldn't, then you shouldn't. You're already on a thin rope with your mom ever since last Thursday."
"What happened Thursday?" Hoseok asks.
"Auntie caught them making out on the couch. Not the best way to find out your youngest son has a boyfriend," Yoongi says.
"You said she wouldn't be home until eight," Jungkook accuses.
"I lied. It was annoying having to cover up for you all the time. I have my own life," Yoongi growls.
"Yeah, like smoking and listening to shitty seventies music," Namjoon laughs.
The bell rings.
Hoseok and Yoongi put out their remaining bud. The two leave the couple since they have to go to their next class.

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Park Jimin