FOOLS // Yoonmin

Chapter 6: Yoongi's POV

I can be the subject of your dreams.

The sound of my disgusted snort echoed throughout the dance studio, as I rolled my eyes at Hoseok in disbelief. "No way." I stated defiantly, not wishing to entertain my friend's ridiculous idea. "Why would I spend my Friday evening, judging which pretentious kid should play a boy in green tights?" The distaste was practically dripping from my every word.

"You're right, I forgot your full schedule of talking to Holly and lying face down on the carpet." Hoseok scoffed back at me, the roll of his eyes exaggerated in my direction.

"I'm not... It's not..." I narrowed my eyes at Hoseok, stuttering over my words. He'd caught me. "I don't lie FACE down."

"Fine, I retract that comment." Hoseok clutched his chest, as if holding his heart in forgiveness. "You're going to be involved anyway, as the head of music. I think it would be worth having the opinion of both you and Tae at the auditions." I tilted my head slightly, trying to convey my boredom for the current topic. An almost scornful chuckle interrupted our conversation, piercing the warm atmosphere of the studio.

"Come now Hoseok, you know it's hopeless." The low voice murmured from the doorway. Namjoon was leaning on the frame, his smile playful, but his eyes menacing. "Some people never change." His intense stare hadn't wavered from my own, causing a combination of discomfort and distress to stir within me. "Welcome to the school, Yoongi." He swept away as quickly as he had arrived, not allowing me the chance to respond.

An exasperated sigh escaped my lips as I crumpled to the floor, Hoseok quickly making his way over to me. "I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that." He whispered gently. He was being kind, but I knew in my heart he was wrong. Of course I deserved it. I shook my head, accepting Hoseok's assistance as I straightened myself up, his hand was loving but firm in my own, as he pulled me to my feet. I attempted a convincing smile.

"I'll help on Friday." Hoseok's eyes grew with excitement, almost causing me to reconsider my decision.

"Yes! Thank god. I'd already told Jimin you were coming, I'd hate for my best student to think I was a liar." He laughed happily to himself, turning to shuffle through his notes for the coming class, not noticing the way my body snapped attentively in his direction at the mention of the boy's name.

"Jimin?" I murmured softly, feeling a strange sensation wash over me, one that I couldn't understand, but it relaxed me all the same.

"Yes... Have you met?" Hoseok faced me again, eyes flicking over the sudden break in my cold demeanour. I nodded passively.

"He told me he wasn't musical... Why is he auditioning?"

"Well he should be here any minute. You have a spare period don't you? Why don't you stick around and see for yourself." A strange smile graced Hoseok's face, one I could only decide was mischievous. He often behaved like this when he knew something I didn't.

"Fine." I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to decipher the look in Hoseok's eyes as I leant against the mirror at the front of the room. Hoseok let out a knowing laugh.

What was he thinking?

I was still eyeing him curiously as he began to set up his speakers, oblivious to the petite figure that had just entered the room. The loud thud of the kid's bag brought me out of my staring contest with the back of Hoseok's head, and I couldn't help but tense at the sight of Jimin. His oversized dance clothes made him appear even smaller, if that was even possible.

"Mr. Yoongi?" Jimin stuttered slightly. "What are you doing here?"

"He's here for you." Hoseok's voice answered for me, the phrase making Jimin's eyes widen with embarrassment, as he bit his lip and stared at the ground. I cleared my throat, bringing the boy's attention back to me.