Cold | Yoonmin

5

"Hoseok, I don't know what to do," Yoongi spoke in a hurried tone. He ran a hand through his blonde hair, sighing as he scrolled through the unfinished project on his computer screen. "I want Jimin to do this song with me. I want his voice on this song, but I don't know. We didn't even get to talk about it."

"Why not?" Hoseok asked as he shoved another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. Yoongi turned and looked at him, to which Hoseok's eyes widened a bit. "Holy shit, Yoongi, you didn't-"

"No, no. Not like that. But like, he was... flirty? Very flirty. I think he was drunk, or tipsy, or on his way there, but he was touchy feely with me and it took my attention off the music." Yoongi sat back in his chair, sighing once again.

"Damn, bro. I don't know what to tell you besides you should've just taken the risk."

"I'm a professional, Hoseok. I can't just risk my lively hood like that. I.. I don't even like him like that.." Yoongi forced himself to finish his sentence, he knew damn well he had feelings for Jimin. Hoseok knew too, but instead of accusing him otherwise, he just nodded and placed the carton of ice cream on the table.

"Look, okay, fuck. You're fucked. If you don't finish this mixtape SOON, that's money out of your pocket and mine. I have the choreography done and ready to be performed. And Jimin better hurry up and agree to doing this song with you because if he doesn't, we're fucked." Yoongi nodded, taking in the information. For once, Hoseok was right.

"Okay," he said. "Okay, yeah. Okay, I'll talk to him when I get home." Hoseok's eyes lit up at the sentence, clapping his hands loudly, and obnoxious AAAA escaping his lips.

"That's what I like to hearrrr! Sounds fantastic, man." Hoseok exited the room, leaving Yoongi alone.

He's so beauti- no. Business. This is business.

— Yoongi stepped into the threshold of his apartment, closing the door behind him. His eyes locked into Jimin's closed door, his heart doing flips and cartwheels in his chest. It's time. He made his way to the door, knocking and taking a step back, waiting for the door to open. He heard the door unlock, and Jimin's slim but beautifully mesmerizing body came into view. Holy shit.

"Hey, Yoongi," Jimin spoke softly, shooting a cute smile his way. "What brings you here?"

"Can I ask you something?" Yoongi croaked out, his voice barely audible. Jimin took his breath away.

"Sure! Yeah, come in. Make yourself at home." Jimin stepped to the side, allowing Yoongi to enter his room. Yoongi's mind raced, twisting and turning with every movement Jimin made. He was so beautiful. Jimin sat next to him, folding his legs under himself.

"Uh... Right. Uh, about that song. I think we began discussing it a little bit ago?" Jimin nodded, saying nothing in return. Yoongi's heart began to pound in his ears, the pulsating becoming unbearable. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat. "Yeah, I don't think you ever gave me an answer to it. Are you- can you maybe be my feature?"

Jimin's smile grew wider at the question, his eyes twinkling a little. Yoongi's heart fluttered at the sight. Stop being so beautiful.

"Sure, yeah. I'll give it a try."

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hey bitches we back in businessssss. Ik its been 50 years since I last updated, just been super focused on school and stuff. But HI welcome back to Cold 😜😜😜 i had to reread the last chapter cause I literally forgot wtf i was writing about 😔😔😔 hope ur liking it so faarrrr,, don't forget to share and vote (((: