"No." From Yoongi.
"No." From Jungkook.
I sighed, holding up another movie. "No."
I glared at Namjoon. "Why?"
Hoseok started laughing. "I love how she only calls Namjoon on it."
"They're such an argumentative couple," Taehyung said dreamily. He was already curled in between Jimin and Jungkook, looking sleepier by the second. Jimin watched Namjoon's and my exchange with increasingly upset eyes, and my gut clenched as I told myself it was about the movie selection.
Jin held up another case. "How about this one?"
Yoongi shrugged, pulling his blanket around him and Hoseok. Jungkook was distracted by Taehyung, and Namjoon was silenced by a glare from both Jin and me.
Seokjin smiled broadly. "Sounds like a winner."
While he popped the movie in, Namjoon handed out treats to everyone before taking his seat in a reclining chair, where he motioned for me to join him. I settled in, with half my leg draped over him and my head cradled under his. I hardly sat down unless I was attached to him anymore, and it must've been disgusting for everyone else, but I tried not to care.
"Who's that actress? I recognize her," I asked while we watched the Korean films that I had been promised we would watch.
Namjoon whispered the name in my ear. "She was just on that talk show we were watching the other day."
"Oh, the one we're going to be on next week?" I asked.
Yoongi snorted. "So inclusive. Yah, you may rap better than Taehyung, but you aren't in Bangtan even if you're sleeping in Namjoon's bed."
"Jealous, Min Yoongi?"
Jungkook snorted. "Jealous he can't make out with his studio, maybe."
"All I need is my studio, thanks."
"I'll set you up with someone, hyung," Taehyung promised, too busy poking Jimin to notice Yoongi's glare.
Yoongi added an eye roll as he said, "No, thanks."
We were in the middle of the movie watching a dance scene when Hoseok jumped up. "Viv, you never taught me how you dance."
"Oh, no thanks."
Jungkook eyed me. "Maybe it's because she actually can't dance."
"You keep believing that, oppa."
"So disrespectful," Taehyung said as he dragged me out of the chair. "Lately, I think you only call us oppa when you want to get your way or are replacing a, uh, stronger term."
Jimin snorted. "That's true." I met his eyes to gauge his emotions, but he smiled at me. I tried to remember the last time I called him oppa, but in my head I meant it every time—I meant big brother. As close as we were, that's exactly how Jimin felt to me. Did he not see that?
I sighed as Hoseok took hold of me with one hand and scrolled through my Spanish playlist with another. "What's the best song?" he asked.
I refused to respond.
Yoongi laughed. "See how you like it?"
Hobi smiled sweetly at him. "We can do our dance next, don't worry."
I finally picked out a song. I tried to keep a straight face as Hoseok started dancing without me, dragging me around the room.
"So, typically," I tried to say around laughs, "you dance more like this."
I calmed him down enough to show him the hip movements, which he picked up immediately. Damn Hoseok. Looking like he'd done salsa his whole life.
Jungkook hopped up and dragged Seokjin to imitate our moves, and Jimin tried to show Taehyung the steps after figuring them out for himself.
The song changed, and I was dragged away from Hoseok and into the arms of Namjoon.
"How dare you dance with someone else like that," he growled into my ear, leaning down so only I could hear the words. "This is nothing more than glorified grinding."
"It's an art," I shot back breathlessly, trying to keep a blush off my face as my body reacted to his low voice.
His hands slipped down to my hips, and the proximity of his body and the song caught up to me. "I can't quite master whatever you're doing here."
My breath hitched. "I can show you."
"Yeah?" he leaned back enough just so I could see a grin dominate his face, equally teasing and serious, equally sweet and sexy.
I was in trouble.
"I need a drink," I blurted, taking a few steps away from him.
Namjoon disappeared immediately, and came back with a Diet Coke. "You look pale," he said, and watched me worriedly while I chugged half the can.
Jimin watched too, watched from his spot on the couch next to Yoongi.
My eyes drifted back to Namjoon. "I think."
"I would hope so," he said, squeezing my hand.
"I think we need to go to your room," I said, the words coming out easier than I expected.
Namjoon's eyebrows pulled together. "What?"
I put the drink down and took his hand, leading the way. Purposefully ignoring the one pair of eyes that remained trained on us, watching.
"So I can show you."
"How to dance?"
"Namjoon, how can one man be stupid and intelligent at the same time?"
He tripped behind me. "Oh."
I laughed the rest of the way to his room.
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It Takes Two (Kim Namjoon)
FanfictionWhen Viv moves to South Korea to work on one of the most popular social media teams, she expects the difficulties that come with being a part of Bangtan: her own performance anxiety, how stupid those brats are, and even how endearing they are, too. ...