catch me | yoongi

six

yoongi looked up, all of the confidence leaving his body as he laid eyes on an angel.

you.

you gracefully drifted down from the ceiling, waist and legs supported by the metal hoop. you were basically hanging upside down as your outstretched hand reached for the pale man in the middle of the arena. yoongi, flustered beyond belief, shakily handed you the scarves. you sent him a bedazzling smile before flawlessly lifting yourself up and made a show out of twirling around the hoop, your outfit cutting through the air with a graceful swish.

the hoop brought you to the top again and you jumped to the wooden slab at the top of the tent, perching on it and grabbing a hold of the trapeze bar to steady yourself. jimin was crouched at the other slab of wood opposite of you and you smiled at each other, adrenaline and excitement coursing through you.

yoongi walked out of the ring, a little dazed, and sat back down with his friends who snickered at his face. you threw the scarves to jimin, who slipped the silk through a golden hoop at the very, very top of the tent. he tugged on it, once, twice, before letting the fabric drop down into the visible apart of the arena, the crowd gasping with excitement as he did so.

you gave him a thumb's up and mouthed a 'fighting' to him as he wrapped his torso with the aerial cloth, and he mouthed it to you back, before letting the scarf go. he rolled down the material and stopped inches before he hit the floor, smirking as the stands collectively gasped. you watched his show from above, getting ready for your twin act.

after jimin climbs his way back up the rope and the spotlights shut off, you both grab hold of the trapeze bars that are set up for you, and grin at each other. you count the seconds before the lights are turned on again, and you both jump right when the spotlights click on.

you both swing down and intertwine with each other, grinning before splitting up and do a number of impressive acts. you swing round and round the tent, laughing as jimin flips off his bar and you wrap your legs around yours, catching him with your hands mid-air. you two flip and spin for a while longer, before you both flip off the bars and land on your feet in the middle of the ring.

you and jimin smile as the rest of the troupe rushes on stage, holding hands with each other before bowing at a 90 degree angle. the crowd stands up and roars with applause, hollering compliments, and there are even a few whistles. after doing a couple bows hoseok walks out and stands in front of the circus, spreading his arms out, smiling wide.

"thank you ladies and gentlemen for attending the seoul circus show tonight! let me introduce you to the amazing people who made it all possible!" hoseok announced, beginning to introduce the performers one by one. after a while he got to the very last acts. "-taehyung, our knife thrower, korain, our fire eater, jimin, our aerial silks and trapeze performer, and last, but most definitely not least, y/n, our aerial hoop and trapeze performer." the crowd cheered once again, and the troupe made one final bow before exiting the ring and slipping backstage.

you and jimin collapsed on a couple of chairs once you were offstage, bursting into a fit of giggles immediately after. after composing yourself you got up and sat yourself in front of a mirror, undoing your hair and wiping off your makeup.

"that dude was hot. i'm surprised you didn't lunge at him." jimin remarked from behind you, and you heard a 'YES' from somehwhere in the dressing rooms and scoffed.

"okay, you know what? chan, you, and wonsoo can shut your gay asses up," you turned around and pointed at jimin, who raised his hands and made a look of fake hurt on his face. "yes you too jimin, go flirt the fuck out of his friends instead."

jimin suddenly leant forward with a curious smirk on your face, and you immediately regretted your words. "hold the fuck up," jimin said, and chan peeked his head out of the dressing rooms, chiming in a faint 'yeah, hold the phone.' you rolled your eyes as jimin continued "he has friends? how would you know this?" your cheeks flamed.

"i might've peeked at the stands before the show. he caught my eye okay?" you defended, turning back to the mirror to rub the remaining glitter off of your cheeks.

"oh my god you have to go talk to him." jimin squealed, and you sighed and rolled your eyes.

"absolutely not."