For You

* Chapter One

Yoongi was watching Jungkook try to teach his boyfriend Taehyung the new dance. The three of them were at Jungkook's dance studio, Yoongi sitting against the mirror, watching the love birds.

The choreography was difficult, according to Taehyung which was a complete lie because even Yoongi knew what a good dancer Taehyung was. Well, Tae could move better than Yoongi so that automatically made him a better dancer according to Yoongi. His lie was invalid to him. He kept using the excuse that the dance was hard and that he need Jungkook to help him when really, he just wanted a reason to touch his boyfriend.

Tae and Jungkook had bought the studio nearly two years ago when they first started going out, saying that they both wanted to be dance teachers. They kind of were in a way. They gave lessons on Tuesday, Thursday and Friday afternoons and Saturday mornings. The classes were never really packed but they enjoyed it that way. It was actually owned by a friend but the two liked to pretend.

Yoongi had a small smile on his face when his phone buzzed. Pulling out his phone, he saw that he had a text from his best friend that made his smile grow wider.

Hope: Yoongi I'm being dragged into a sex shop by Jimin help me.

Yoongi couldn't stop the small blush that spread across his cheeks at the thought of Hoseok entering a sex shop. He looked up from his phone just in time to see Tae actually kissing his boyfriend, their arms around each other. Jungkook's hands were tangled in Taehyung's hair and Tae's were gripping Jungkook's waist. They'd abandoned the fake practises and started making out.

'Oh my god. Can you fucking refrain from kissing around me?' Yoongi shouted, covering his eyes. He peeked through the gaps in his finger to see Taehyung giving him the finger, not breaking away from Jungkook. Instead, he pulled Jungkook closer and groped his ass, making Yoongi gag. He stood and grabbed his shoulder bag, covering his eyes again. Great. Now I've got to bleach them to get rid of this fucking image.

'Can you seriously not make out in front of me? If you are, I'm going to go find Jin and see if he wants to go out later.' He peeked again and saw that the two lovebirds had broken apart but still had contact on each other. Tae still had his hands on Jungkook's ass but at least they weren't kissing anymore so Yoongi couldn't complain.

'Okay. Sorry Yoongi. Please stay and watch us!' Jungkook exclaimed, his eyes bright.

'No it's okay. I've got lyrics to write anyway.' He mumbled and headed to the door, waving a little. He'd gained a slight sense of inspiration and it wanted to use it.
Once he was out on the street, he pulled out his phone and saw that he had more texts from Hoseok.

Hope: FUCK HE'S BUYING A HUGE PINK ONE HELP ME. OH IT'S FOR ME. I DON'T NEED A FUCKING DILDO.
Hope: He says it's too spice up our sex life. Deer lord. I'm so scared it's fucking huge.

At that one, Yoongi's heart sunk a little in his chest. He'd never actually admit it to anyone, but he kind of had a crush on his best friend. They'd known each other for almost four and a half years. They'd started talking when Yoongi posted a video of him rapping on Instagram. Since then, they'd basically talked non-stop. They'd even skyped and talked on the phone to each other. The two of them had still never met one another though. Yoongi always told himself that it was a good thing they'd never met because then it meant he wouldn't kiss Hoseok on sight. If he'd actually met his friend, there'd be no way he'd be able to control himself around the younger one. He didn't want to be a homewrecker. He has a boyfriend. I can't fuck up their relationship.

Hope: FUCKING ANSWER ME YOU TWATBAG.
Yoongs: Send me a pic when you're done ;)
Hope: Okay fuck you. You're as bad as him.
Hope: Yoongi answer me you twatbag.
Hope: Why are you ignoring me? Fine this friendship is over. You're as bad as my boyfriend. I'm breaking up with both of you.