Strawberries and Cigarettes

Chapter Twenty-One

Yoongi had never thrown his coat on faster than he did in that moment, he was on a mission and dear god if he didn't get there fast, Jimin and Hoseok would be way too far past overworked. Yoongi was glad his friend was there to watch over the younger boy, but Hoseok needed to learn when and where to put his foot down in order to keep his students healthy.

The eldest groaned at how idotic dancers seemed to be as he sped down the street and approached the dance studio, which was in the schools newest building, and somehow looked the way a new car smelt.

He got to the glass doors and eyed the black card scanner. He then sighed as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, preparing to call his dumbass best friend to let him into the building, when the sound of the door opening made him look up.

Standing there, looking more emotionally done than tired, was a rather bored looking girl, no taller than 5'5. She looked at him boredly with a brow raised.

He looked back at her in confusion.

"And he thought you were a guy?" Yoongi asked, almost as if he were disappointed. She just shrugged.

"He still calls me a guy, and even occasionally Christian, for some dumb ass reason. But yeah. And I wouldn't go in there, if he is who you are wanting to talk to. The one who looks like he could be an erotic dancer, you know, Jimin? Yeah, he just kinda... " she stopped to think for a moment, almost as if she didn't know how to word the next point of her monologue. "Took a break, I'll say. And Hoseok also took a 'break.' Which probably means Hoseok isn't happy that Jimin has been breaking into the school at two in the morning, because the office aids sent him a notice earlier today. I know because I was the one who ran it down to him and i couldn't help myself so I opened it-"

"Okay shut up, I get it," Yoongi said, cutting off the girl's monotonous voice. "Thanks for the heads up"

The girl just nodded as she walked past Yoongi as he entered the building. As soon as the door closed and the sounds from the outside world were cancelled out Yoongi could hear Hobi's muffled voice through a wall to his left. With little to no hesitation he headed towards the room and threw the heavy black door open.

The door was too heavy to slam against the wall and opened too slowly for Yoongi to make the dramatic entrance he'd been going for, and he didn't manage to catch the attention of the rooms two occupants, who were still going at it. Hoseok stood on one side of the mirrored room, dressed in an atrocious outfit, a giant white tee tucked into sweatpants that were the brightest shade of green he had ever seen, that were not offset by the neon orange beanie and shoes that accompanied them. Across from the highlighter looking captain, Jimin was taking a knee.

"We have talked about this!" the redheaded screamed, smacking a small note against his hand. The younger boy had his head cradled in his hands, his body shaking slightly, "You are getting out of hand, this isn't healthy! What if I told Tae and JK? If they found out they wouldn't even let you come the practice anymore, I'm trying to do us both a favor, I knew about this but I wasn't going to say anything, because I thought it was only once or twice, but no, now faculty knows and I could lose my fucking place on the team" He went on.

Yoongi looked back over at the youngest boy, his body racked with another set of what Yoongi could only assume was silent sobs. He was somehow curling farther in on himself than he originally had been and thats when he decided enough was enough.

"Okay Seok, take whatever the fuck the office shoved up your ass out before you send this brat into a full on panic attack!", Yoongi warned, his voice, not loud but stern, shocking them.

Jimin looked up from where he was on the floor, his eyes being met with Yoongi, the elder looked cold, a little out of breath even, and wore a long dark coat, his hair was tousled and a pair of glasses was resting on his face. Jimin felt his breath get caught in the back of his throat, and as soon as he realized that that was Min Yoongi, the Min Yoongi that he had been confiding in for a month, his body took over. Without thinking, he rose from his spot and took off, throwing himself at the blonde. Yoongi fell back a little in shock, but steadied himself quickly, instinctively wrapping his arms around the smaller boys waist and pulling him towards his chest. Jimin was just as shocked in himself as the eldest was, but he didn't let it show as he buried his face into the crook of the olders neck.