back to you || yeonbin

24

Yoongi was literally sweating and suffering. Good thing he doesn't show it on the outside or else the boy beside him would bombard him with a shit ton of questions.

Jimin had rushed into his room that morning, yelling stuff about Leo and almost cursing the guy, sulking and giving off vibes that he was clearly annoyed by the French guy.

And then, he started talking about writing a love song.
(Eternally personified. Stream CYSM.)

Yoongi, on the other hand, was seriously screaming on the inside. His whole mind was filled with those images that he saw on Google, and oh my god, Park Jimin was in his room, clad in a sleeveless tee and fricking tight jeans.

Yoongi was sure he might just explode.

"A love song?", Yoongi managed to croak out.

Jimin nodded, licking his lips lightly. Nervous, was he?

And Yoongi was freaking out.

"Something that's pretty simple. Yet elegant." , said Jimin, sitting on Yoongi's bed, and smoothening the wrinkles on the bedsheets.

Seriously stop. Stop breathing, Jimin. I might just die. Yoongi's train of thoughts was swerving lanes right and left.

"Why so sudden?"

Jimin looked up at him, a doubtful look, but smiled, and looked down again.

Shy.

"Just so."
Jimin, then lied down on the bed, his tshirt slightly going up, and stared at the ceiling.

"Somehow caught in my mind."

Yoongi gulped.

Focus. FOCUS!!!
Don't look at his torso. Don't!!!

"It's for someone."
Yoongi eyed him suspiciously.
"Army?", he asked.
Jimin laughed, a sigh followed.
"No. A person."

And Yoongi came crashing down. He couldn't focus or concentrate. It was like his soul was being sucked out. Almost like he was non-existent.

Why?

Fucking why?

•••••••••

Taehyun was scrolling through his social network, when he stumbled upon a tweet. About an old comeback of theirs. It was a video of their comeback trailer.

The one which had suddenly taken over the internet that time.

The one which had Hueningkai dance a contemporary piece.

Beomgyu suddenly sat beside him and peeked at his phone. He glanced at Taehyun and out of reflex, clicked on the play button.

The violin notes started a bit slow, serene. That had Hueningkai spread out his arms, and dive himself into the dance. The orchestra progressed and Hueningkai, he was beautiful.

Ethereal.

His long flowing platinum hair. His silver glass beaded shirt. His blue contacts.

He was glowing.

The choreo was personally guided by Jimin, and boy, Hueningkai did absolute justice to the piece.

It was just him and the stage.

His expressions pained. Restrained.

He danced as if he wanted to let go, to set himself free.

But he couldn't.
Because of a vile control.

"He was perfect, wasn't he?", chided Beomgyu.