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Jimin knew he was screwed the moment he laid eyes on Min Yoongi.

It was the first week of college, the start of orientation, and he decided to get acquainted with the campus before classes officially started the following Monday. He moved into his new dorm a couple of days before, greeted by enthusiastic upperclassmen and other eager first year students, all looking just as confused as him. 

He must have looked quite pathetic, frowning down at a small slip of paper with his assigned building and room number, trying to make himself look as small as possible (which, now that he thought about it, wasn't as difficult as it probably should have been) because the next thing he knew, he was greeted by a boy with a blinding smile.

"Hi," the boy said, "I'm Hoseok, second year dance major. Did you need help with anything?"

Jimin resisted the urge to take a step back. The guy, Hoseok, had leaned forward during his introduction, almost crowding him. 

"Uh, Jimin. Park Jimin. I'm looking for Dorm C," he replied, looking back down at his slip of paper. 

Hoseok clapped his hands together once. "Oh! You're in the same dorm building I'm in. That's awesome."

Before Jimin could comment further, Hoseok grabbed his suitcase, ignoring his incredulous stare, and made his way through the crowd. Jimin had no choice but to follow, looking around while trying to keep up with Hoseok's long strides (which was a feat and a half when he was walking next to a giraffe). 

Jimin wasn't salty. Not at all. 

Hoseok dropped him off in front of an unassuming door labelled C23 and was gone with a wave and a hurried goodbye. 

"If you have any questions, I'll be hanging around the student centre. Just look for this bright orange shirt," he yelled as he ran back down the stairs, pointing at his shirt and almost knocking down someone coming up. 

Shaking his head at the guy's sheer abundance of energy, he took a deep breath before opening the door. He expected to see a clean room, with two single beds (the news that he would have a roommate sent a flurry of butterflies to his stomach) and separate desks. What he wasn't expecting was a half-naked man standing in the middle of the room, wrestling with his shirt and swearing so loud Jimin was sure the people upstairs heard. 

"Um..." was the first intelligent thing that came out of his mouth.

His roommate (oh, please god no) perked up at hearing him. 

"Are you my new roommate? Cool," the guy said, his words muffled by his shirt. "Uh, I know this is an awkward start to everything but could you help me out? I was in a hurry to change and forgot to undo the buttons first and now I'm sorta stuck."

Blinking a couple of times at the absurdity of the situation, Jimin cautiously made his way into the room. He fumbled with the buttons but eventually managed to get them open. He pulled the shirt down and a head of fluffy brown hair emerged. 

"Ah, that's better! Thanks, you saved my life." The guy laughed then, a high pitched giggle that didn't match his deep voice at all. "I'm Taehyung but my friends just call me Tae. What's your name?"

Jesus, was everyone at this university always so hyperactive?

"I'm Jimin."

Taehyung broke out into a wide boxy grin.

"Cool. Hey, you wanna see my collection of pokemon cards?"

Jimin then spent the next hour sitting on the floor of his new room, surrounded by cards and the never-ending chatter of his new roommate (who decided right then and there that Jimin was going to be his new best friend).

All things considered, it wasn't a bad start to the new school year. 

Jimin decided that he needed to know the layout of the campus, figure out where certain buildings were. Which is why, a couple of days later, he found himself aimlessly walking around campus, committing everything to memory. He was on his way to the dance studios where he would spend most of his time once classes started when he heard the faint sound of a piano. Pausing in his steps, he took a moment to listen. 

It was soothing, the notes blending together seamlessly. The tune wasn't familiar to him but he could tell that the person playing loved it nonetheless, a confidence and delicateness that shone with every new note played. Intrigued, he followed the sound until he stood in front of a practice room in the music building. Trying to be as quiet as possible, he looked through the small window in the door and promptly felt the air rush out of his lungs. 

A grand piano sat in the middle of the room, its polished surface showing it was well taken care of. But as beautiful as the piano was, it couldn't compete with the person playing it. The boy was the most beautiful thing Jimin had ever seen. With pale, clear skin, blond hair, and piercing brown eyes, he looked ethereal sitting at the piano. His long, thin fingers flew across the keys and Jimin wanted nothing more than to feel them run across his skin. 

Park Jimin was screwed because he had just fallen in love.

--

"Tae, what are you doing?"

Jimin should be used to this. He shouldn't be surprised by the things that Taehyung does. After living with the guy for a year, he should be prepared for anything the drama major could possibly come up with. 

Apparently, a year wasn't long enough.

"What do you mean Jiminie? I'm recreating the Death Star," Taehyung said as he sat on the floor, ripped newspaper and glue surrounding him. 

A large green balloon rested between his bent knees with strips of paper and a healthy slather of paste keeping everything together. He stuck his tongue out in concentration as he applied more glue and another layer of paper. Splotches of white covered his cheeks and hands. To Jimin, it looked like one giant mess.

At least he had the foresight to lay a sheet down first. 

"Okay," Jimin said as he closed the door. No one else in the dorm had to witness this. "But why? I thought you said you had an essay to write."

Taehyung hummed. "Yeah, I do. But I got bored of it so I decided to do this instead. Way more fun."

He straightened as he finished applying the last layer of paper, looking up a Jimin with a wide, boxy grin. 

Sighing, Jimin made his way over to his roommate, careful to avoid the mess, to ruffle his fluffy brown hair fondly. Taehyung was a good guy. A little strange, prone to going off on tangents when he lost interest in things but a sweet guy nonetheless. He was like an excitable puppy and Jimin didn't want him to change for anything. 

He was grateful to have a friend like Taehyung.

Taehyung gave him another grin before turning back to his model. As much fun as it was to watch him make a mess, Jimin had news of his own to share. Setting his bag down at the foot of his bed, he sat on the edge of it and grabbed his pillow, wrapping his arms around it and resting his chin on it. 

"Hosoek talked to me after dance practice this afternoon," Jimin began, waiting for Taehyung's grunt to show that he was listening, "and he told me that the dance teachers wanted me to perform something for the showcase in a couple months' time."

It was silent for a moment and when it stretched for a bit too long, Jimin opened his mouth to repeat himself. 

Then shut it again when Taehyung squealed (in an octave that he shouldn't be able to reach) and wrapped his lanky arms around him.

"No way! Jiminie, this is amazing!"

Taehyung's excitement was infectious and Jimin couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"I know, right. I didn't believe Hoseok at first."

Pulling away, Taehyung's face lit up even more when he said, "we should celebrate. I'll call Jungkook and Hoseok. Have them come over."

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, fingers flying over the keys as he messaged both Jungkook and Hoseok in a group chat.

"Wait, Tae," Jimin said, suddenly remembering something, "you need to clean the place up first."

Taehyung waved him off, not taking his eyes off his phone. "Nah, it's just Jungkook and Hoseok. They won't care."

Jimin sighed. "They might not but I do. Hurry up and pick your shit up. I'm not cleaning up after you again."

--

"So, Jimin. Any ideas for the showcase?" Hoseok asked. 

He and Jungkook arrived at their dorm room an hour ago with soju and snacks. They were poor college kids so anything fancier than that was not going to happen. Jimin was sitting on his bed, leaning against the wall. Taehyung and Jungkook took residence of the other bed and were currently draped over the other, a bottle of soju being passed between them. Jimin eyed them and just barely held back the eye roll. 

Those two were so gone for each. 

Jimin looked down at Hoseok, who had chosen to sit on the floor between the two beds, a bag of chips in his lap. He shrugged.

"I only found out about it today, hyung."

"Yeah, but this is a pretty big deal. Usually, only seniors get to perform." Hoseok took a swig of his soju. 

"I know. I still can't believe it though."

Jungkook looked up at him then, handing the bottle of soju over to Taehyung.

"You're good, hyung. You wouldn't be part of the showcase if you weren't"

Taehyung nodded, almost spilling the alcohol on his sheets. "Kookie's right. You're the best dancer at this college," he said, ignoring Hoseok's indignant yell, "and I know you're gonna kill it."

Jimin smiled, infinitely grateful to have friends like them. "Thanks."

They lapsed into a comfortable silence then, only broken by the rustle of chip packets. 

"Ohh, I know!" Hoseok said suddenly, snapping his fingers. "You should do a contemporary piece but with new, original music. Music that no one's heard yet."

Jimin contemplated the idea for a second before dismissing it. 

"That sounds cool and all but none of us are composition majors," he said, gesturing to the room with his bottle. "I don't know about you guys but I'm shit at it."

Hoseok hummed. "I know. Which is why you should get someone to compose something for you to dance to." He grinned then, showing off his pearly, white teeth. "And I know just the guy for the job."

Jimin felt a chill run down his spine. 

--

The first thing Jimin thought when he saw who was sitting at the corner table was, fuck. The second thing was how he could get away with murder. Because Jung Hoseok was going to die. 

"This can't be fucking happening," he said, mindful to keep his voice down in the library. 

Hoseok had been suspiciously vague about who would compose the piece, refusing to answer his questions and constantly changing the subject. Finally, after what felt like forever, Hoseok told him to be at the library Monday afternoon to meet up with the guy. Jimin should have known he'd try to pull something like this and he was regretting ever telling Hoseok about his little (huge) crush on the blond pianist.

Because sitting at the table, looking all too ethereal and beautiful was Min Yoongi - Jimin found out his name after a late night coffee run, when he showed up at the café just as Yoongi was getting his, the barista calling out his name. 

Jimin had then promptly walked into a table. 

Thankfully, Yoongi had been too absorbed in his coffee to notice Jimin's rather embarrassing display. Though his pride did take a slight hit when he was ignored. 

"Okay, Park Jimin, you can do this," he mumbled to himself, "just walk over there, introduce yourself, and don't walk into any tables."

It was a good, solid plan and he would've followed through with it fine if Yoongi hadn't looked up then, locking eyes with him and turning Jimin's brain to mush, because, oh fuck, were Yoongi's eyes always this piercing?

Jimin stumbled over his own feet, almost knocking the librarian over. 

He bowed low, a series of apologies falling from his lips. He could feel his cheeks heating up and he debated the merits of simply turning back around and sprinting out of the library in embarrassment. He could go and find a piece of music on the internet to dance to. Anything, if it meant he didn't have to go through this.

But he couldn't do that. Yoongi sitting at that table meant he had agreed to help Jimin, agreed to compose something just for him. That thought spurred him on, turning back around to stare at Yoongi as he made his way over. 

Taking a deep breath, he pulled a chair out across from the dark-haired male - when did he dye his hair black? - and smiled wide.

"Hi. I'm Park Jimin," he said, silently congratulating himself on not stuttering, "you must be Yoongi-ssi." When Yoongi didn't answer, Jimin's smile dropped from his face. "Um, H-Hosoek said you agreed to help me. With my showcase."

Oh God, Jimin thought. What if Hoseok had lied? What if he was just teasing Jimin and Yoongi hadn't actually agreed and now here he sat, making a giant idiot of himself in front of his crush. Again. 

Jimin wanted to disappear, wanted the earth to swallow him whole, wanted - "Yeah. Yeah, I know. Hoseok said you needed a song for your showcase." - wanted to melt on the spot because Yoongi's voice was heaven. Low and gravelly, Jimin wanted to hear that voice forever. 

"Uh, yeah. Um..." Not knowing what else to say, Jimin clamped his mouth shut and looked down at his hands, playing with the ends of his sleeves.

"So, what type of dancer are you?" Yoongi asked, closing the book he had been reading from to focus his attention on Jimin. "Just so I have some sort of direction."

Jimin looked up from his hands and felt the air promptly leave his lungs. Yoongi's stare was intense and Jimin had to fight the urge to squirm in his seat.

"I dance contemporary," he said, willing the blush to disappear. Why did he have to blush so goddamn easily?

Yoongi nodded. "Cool. Did you have anything in mind? A concept or something?"

"Not really. I haven't thought much about it." Seeing the raised eyebrow on Yoongi's face, Jimin hastily amended himself. "I mean, I've thought about it. How could I not, really. This is a big deal so of course I have. I just haven't really gotten past the 'holy crap, I'm in the showcase' stage yet and-" Jimin abruptly cut himself off when he saw Yoongi's amused smile.

"You're cute when you ramble," he said, laughing when Jimin's blush intensified. 

Jimin felt butterflies in his stomach.

"Um, thank you?" he said, his voice lilting at the end.

"You don't need to be so tense, Jimin." When Jimin's shoulders visibly relaxed, Yoongi continued. "Tell me about yourself, so I can get a feel for you as a person. It'll help me compose something for you if I know what you're like."

And so, they spent the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other. Jimin learned that Yoongi was not a morning person, owned a cute dog named Holly - Yoongi was more than happy to show him a few pictures of the pooch - and that he aspired to be a rapper in his younger days, even going so far as to rap in battles in the underground scene. 

In return, Jimin told him about his hometown and about all the trouble he and his brother used to get into as kids, how he fell in love with dancing, and even venting to Yoongi about how his roommate should just man the fuck up and ask out his other friend. Yoongi smiled, gums showing as he ranted and Jimin felt all the tension leave his body. He wouldn't mind looking at Yoongi's gummy smile for the rest of his life. 

They parted on a good note, agreeing to meet up in a week's time to discuss what Yoongi had managed to come up with. 

"Oh," Yoongi said as Jimin turned around, "give me your number so I have a way of contacting you." He already had his phone in his hand, ready to key in Jimin's number. 

"O-okay." Jimin felt like dying again when, a few seconds later, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. 

"Well, I'll see you around Park Jimin. And call me hyung. Yoongi-ssi makes me feel old."

And then he was gone, leaving Jimin to stand in front of the library with his mouth hanging open and a deep red blush on his face. 

A thin arm suddenly slung itself around his shoulders, breaking him out of his stupor. Turning his head, he scowled when he saw it was only Taehyung, his boxy grin in place. 

"Why are you just standing out here Jiminie?" He looked around. "Anything interesting?"

Shrugging his arm off his shoulder, Jimin adjusted the strap of his backpack before turning to his best friend. 

"Well, if you must know, I met up with Yoongi-hyung today." Taehyung's grin only got wider, showing off his perfect teeth. Jimin clicked his tongue. "Don't give me that look Tae. He only agreed to meet up with me 'cos he owed Hoseok a favour. That's all."

"Uh-huh," Taehyung said, waggling his eyebrows and sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, "sure Jiminie, sure."

Jimin sighed and ran his hand across his face. "Why do I bother telling you anything?"

"Because that's what best friends are for. You're supposed to tell me your secrets and it's my job to tease you about them." Taehyung grabbed his arm then, hooking his through Jimin's. "Now come on. They're serving tacos at the cafeteria today and I am not missing that."

That night, as Jimin lay in bed, he cradled his phone in his hands, Yoongi's contact number glaring at him in the dark room. He was nervous. Which was ridiculous because he had no reason to be. Yoongi himself had said he could contact him whenever he wanted, and it wasn't weird to send texts to someone who willingly gave him their number. But the longer he stared at his phone, the more nervous he was. 

Opening his messaging app, he clicked on Yoongi's number and began to type. 

Jimin:

 Hi Yoongi-hyung!

 It's Jimin

 I just wanted to thank you again for agreeing to this

 It means a lot to me

 Thank you! XD

Hoping he wasn't being too forward, Jimin locked his phone and placed it on his bedside table before flipping over and falling asleep. He was already dead to the world when his phone buzzed. 

Yoongi-hyung:

 Anytime Jimin

--

The following days passed by with not much fanfare. Taehyung and Jungkook continued to pine after the other, oblivious to the other's feelings, Hoseok was nagging him about his showcase - "Have you thought of the choreography yet?" "No, hyung. Not yet." - and his Biology class continued to kick his ass. Honestly, whoever made general education courses mandatory should be shot. 

The only thing different was the messages he received from Yoongi. Each one never failing to put a smile on his face. 

They were mainly updates on his composition for Jimin, but sometimes he would send messages with encouraging words and cute animal videos he found on the internet. These messages, Jimin treasured and looked forward to the most. 

Yoongi-hyung:

 Hey

 Could you come to the music practice rooms?

 I wanted to show you what I've come up with so far

Jimin got this particular message on the Friday after their first meeting. He was so excited to hear the piece, he ran out of his dorm room without even telling Taehyung where he was going. He made it to the practice rooms in record time, hunched over in front of the building trying to get his breath back. Making his way through the hallway, he peered through each door, stopping when he saw Yoongi's familiar head of black hair seated at a grand piano. 

The same one Jimin had seen him at when he had first fallen for the pianist. 

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door as quietly as he could, listening with rapt attention as Yoongi's fingers danced across the keys. He was playing a tune that was unfamiliar to the dancer, but it was beautiful nonetheless. Jimin close his eyes, and he could picture open fields and wildflowers, the wind gently blowing, making the flowers dance to the slow melody of the song. The melody flowed from one note to the next, each one played with a delicate and precise touch born from years of experience. 

A sense of peace washed over Jimin as the song continued. His solace was only broken by Yoongi's voice, and when he opened his eyes, he realised that the music had stopped and Yoongi was looking at him, an unreadable expression on his face. 

"What do you think?" he asked, turning in his seat to face Jimin properly.

It took Jimin a few seconds to find his voice again but when he did, a small, barely there smile appeared on his face. "It was beautiful. I - Yoongi, I've never heard anything as beautiful as that."

Yoongi smiled. "Then why are you crying?"

"I'm not," Jimin said, even as he raised his sleeve up to his eyes to dab away at the tears that threatened to fall. "See? No tears."

Shaking his head, Yoongi turned back to the piano and motioned for Jimin to join him, gesturing to the empty spot beside him on the piano bench. Fighting the blush that he could feel creeping on his cheeks, Jimin shuffled over, careful to leave enough distance between them so he wouldn't fall off the seat. 

"But seriously hyung, that was beautiful. What's it called?"

Yoongi smiled, a small quirk of his lip as he began to play the opening bars. "I haven't thought of a title yet but I wrote it for you."

They sat in silence, neither of them talking as Jimin listened to Yoongi's piano. The piece really was beautiful, the passages smooth and gentle. The pace wasn't rushed but it wasn't crawling either and Jimin could already feel his limbs wanting to move to the notes that Yoongi was playing. He closed his eyes again, listening closely, body swaying in time to the beat of the music, his back arching with the rise and swell of the phrases. 

Suddenly, the music stopped and Jimin was jerked out of his subconscious. He looked over to Yoongi who was scratching the back of his neck, a slightly guilty look on his face.

"Sorry," he said, "that's all I've got so far."

Jimin shook his head, waving his hands in front of his face. "No, that's okay hyung. I love it already and I know that when it's done, it'll be the best song anyone's ever written."

A slight pink tinged Yoongi's cheeks and he cleared his throat before looking away. 

Oh my god, Jimin thought, he's shy. So cute.

Jimin couldn't quite contain his coo at the sight, and his giggles escaped his mouth before he knew what he was doing. Yoongi's blush only deepened as he clicked his tongue. 

"Yah, what's so funny, you brat?"

Jimin hid his smile behind his hands, trying to muffle his giggles. "Nothing hyung. You're just being really cute right now is all." Now it was Jimin's turn to blush as his words registered. Yoongi clicked his tongue again, though there was a small smile on his lips before mumbling a quiet "respect your elders."

They lapsed into silence again and it was only broken by Jimin's phone buzzing in his pocket, startling both him and Yoongi, who had been looking over his music. Checking his phone quickly, he saw a message from Taehyung wondering where he was and if he wanted to grab lunch at the new pizza place that opened up a couple of blocks from campus. Taking this as his chance, Jimin turned to Yoongi and cleared his throat. 

"Uh, hyung. A friend of mine wanted to check out a new pizza place and I was wondering if you wanted to come. You know, if you were hungry at all. Ah, but if you've got other plans already then don't worry -"

"You're rambling again, Jimin." Yoongi said. Jimin forced his mouth closed, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red. "But, yeah, sure. I am pretty hungry so why not."

A huge grin threatened to split Jimin's face in half and it never really left his face even as they arrived at the pizzeria, where Taehyung sat at a booth with Jungkook and Hoseok. Having spotted them, Taehyung waved his arms around, almost elbowing Jungkook in the face and knocking over the tray a waitress was carrying. 

"Jiminie! Finally. You were taking forever," Taehyung said as soon as he and Yoongi reached the booth. He sat down beside Jungkook as Yoongi sat opposite him, beside Hoseok. 

"We were not. Stop being so dramatic," Jimin bit back, reaching over Jungkook and smacking Taehyung on the arm. 

"Children, that's enough," Hoseok said, smacking both Jimin and Taehyung on the hand. "We've got a guest. Yoongi, that hyperactive weirdo over there is Taehyung, and the muscle bunny guy next to him is Jungkook. You already know Jimin."

Taehyung placed a hand over his heart, his bottom lip puffed out in a pout. "I resent that. You're just as hyperactive as I am."

"Seriously, hyung?" Jungkook scoffed. "That's the part that offended you?"

"Well, I mean, I can't exactly disagree with the weird part." Taehyung shrugged, flipping through the menu. Jungkook sighed as he rested his chin on Taehyung's shoulder, reading the menu and pointing out toppings he liked. 

Yoongi eyed them with curiosity. 

"Ignore them hyung," Jimin said, forcing his attention on the dancer, "they're always like that."

Yoongi grunted.

"Oh, Yoongi! I didn't expect to see you here. Finally decided to take a break for once?" A voice said. Looking up, Jimin's eyes widened as he saw one of the most beautiful men he had ever seen (Yoongi was still at the top of that list) standing next to a giant, his head clearing the other man's by a good few inches. 

"Jin-hyung," Yoongi said, addressing the beautiful man with the broad shoulders, "you were invited as well?"

Jin nodded. "By Hoseok."

Taehyung tore his eyes away from the menu for a moment and they lit up when he saw the newcomers. "Jin-hyung! Namjoon-hyung!" Jimin flinched, his ears ringing from Taehyung's squeal. He wondered how Jungkook could stand the noise, his eyes never leaving the menu.

Jin laughed and Namjoon smiled, his dimple appearing. 

"Hey Tae," Namjoon said, reaching over everyone's head and ruffling Teahyung's hair. 

Yoongi grumbled. "Will both of you giants sit your asses down already? You're drawing too much attention to us."

Jimin laughed as Yoongi scooted over to make room for Jin while Namjoon grabbed a chair from a nearby table and sat at the end of the booth. He turned to Jimin once he was seated, holding out his hand. 

"You must be Jimin. I'm Namjoon, Composition major just like Yoongi-hyung," he said, his dimple showing again. Jimin shook his hand and nodded. He found it odd that Namjoon would know who he was, considering he didn't share any classes with the elder or even seen him around campus. Noticing the slightly bewildered look on his face, Namjoon laughed. "I've heard about you from Hoseok. Said you were a dance major and needed a composition for the showcase."

"Oh, so Hoseok asked you first Namjoon-ssi?" Jimin tried to ignore the weird twinge he felt in his chest. So Yoongi had only agreed because Namjoon refused. He hoped his disappointment wasn't apparent. 

Yoongi snorted. "He just happened to be there when Hoseok asked me."

Jimin felt the pressure in his chest ease, happy that Yoongi agreed because he genuinely wanted to help and not out of obligation. He averted his eyes from Yoongi, his cheeks heating up with his blush. 

"I'm starving!" Taehyung yelled, drawing the attention of the patrons sitting at the tables around them. "When are we ordering?"

"When everyone's decided on what topping we should get, hyung." Jungkook said, eyes firmly glued to the menu. "Personally, I wouldn't mind chicken."

Jimin opened his menu then. "Oh, how about pepperoni? Something simple."

They spent the next few minutes deciding on flavours and after much debate - "Tae, I love you, really I do but pineapple on pizza is not pizza" - decided to get a couple of different ones to share. As they ate, they told stories about themselves. Jimin learned that Jin was a drama major and in his fourth year, one above Yoongi, and that he and Namjoon met in Jin's second year (Namjoon's first) when Namjoon tripped over his own shoelaces and had barrelled into Jin, knocking them both to the ground.

Everyone at the table laughed as Namjoon sank into his chair, trying to make himself as small as possible. Jimin watched as Jin ran his hand through Namjoon's hair trying to console his pouting boyfriend. He saw Jin's eyes soften and Namjoon relax, the latter with a dopey grin on his face. Glancing at Yoongi, Jimin wondered if he could have that someday, have someone look at him like he was the only person in the whole entire world, the same way Namjoon looked at Jin. 

Once everyone had their fill, they walked back to campus, Taehyung and Jungkook leading the way with Jimin and Yoongi taking up the rear.

"Thanks for coming today hyung," Jimin said, burying his hands in the pockets of his jacket. The autumn air had gotten colder while they were in the restaurant. 

"Nah, I should be the one thanking you." Yoongi paused, looking at the group walking ahead of them. "Though considering who we're friends with, I probably would have met up with you there anyway."

Jimin laughed, his eyes turning into crescents. "Yeah. I'm glad I met Hoseok that first day. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to meet you." Realising what he said, he blushed and tried to hide his face in his jacket collar. "Ah, well - I mean, you and Jin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung. Not just you, though I am glad I got to meet you. I -"

Yoongi placed his hand on Jimin's head, halting his rambling mid-sentence. "I'm glad to have met you too, Jimin."

They made eye contact then, Yoongi's hand still on his head. Jimin didn't know when they had stopped walking or for how long they stood on the sidewalk for, but he could feel the heat in his face travel to the tips of his ears and down his neck the longer he stared into Yoongi's eyes. And Yoongi wasn't moving away, he wasn't in a hurry to remove his hand from Jimin's hair. If anything, it seemed like he wove his fingers more in the strands, almost like he wanted to run his fingers through them. 

Jimin was about to faint with how quickly he was heating up. 

"Ice cream! Kookie, let's get ice cream," Taehyung yelled, snapping their attention to the front of the group. 

The others had already made it to the end of the street where a small ice cream shop stood. Taehyung was dragging Jungkook inside, showing an abnormal amount of strength for someone who hated working out more than anything. Jungkook, being as whipped as he was, followed while the others trailed in after them, seeming to have forgotten about Jimin and Yoongi. 

Stepping away from Yoongi, Jimin cleared his throat. He averted his eyes to the ground, refusing to make eye contact. "Um, we should probably catch up," he said. He didn't know why he was acting so awkward but he couldn't quite ignore his racing heart. It was so loud, Yoongi could probably hear it from where he was standing. Get a grip Jimin. 

"Yeah. We should." 

Despite his words, Yoongi didn't move, continuing instead to stare at Jimin, content to remain where he was. Biting his bottom lip, Jimin nodded.

"Okay." Taking a few steps forward, he stopped when he realised Yoongi still hadn't moved. Turning back around, Jimin called out to him. "You coming, hyung?"

It took a minute for Yoongi to respond. He shook his head as if to clear it before joining Jimin, holding the door open for him as they walked into the shop. 

--

After the impromptu group outing, Jimin continued to see more of Jin and Namjoon, and by extension Yoongi, around campus. The seven of them often met up at the cafeteria on their breaks, visiting each other's rooms whenever someone was free. Namjoon proved to be a great help with his general ed classes, as he had graduated top of his class in high school, skipping grades, and being accelerated in college. 

Yoongi continued to send him recordings of the song as the days progressed and Jimin began to choregraph dances whenever he received them. By the time the entire song had been recorded and sent, Jimin already had a routine for it, tweaking it slightly to suit the mood of the song. Whenever he had any spare time, Jimin practiced the choreography, holing himself up in the dance studios and refusing to leave until he had a certain sequence perfect. 

"Jiminie," Taehyung said, "you need to take a break."

He was sat against the glass wall, phone in hand as Jimin danced. He was recording the session so Jimin could analyse it later and pinpoint areas where he needed to improve. 

"In a minute, Tae. Just let me finish this part," Jimin said, spinning on his toes as he raised his arms above his head before dipping down into a hunched position, his head tucked into his arms. The recording of the piano was playing in the background and he focused on the notes, timing his moves to the rise and fall of the music. 

Huffing, Taehyung set his phone down and stood, making his way over to Jimin's phone plugged into the speakers. Pressing the pause button, he ignored Jimin's yell to pull out some plastic containers from his bag. 

"You need to eat Jiminie. Jin-hyung gave me these to share with you." Taehyung set the containers on the floor in the middle of the room, sitting down and motioning for Jimin to do the same. "He made me promise to make you eat."

Jimin's stomach rumbled then, loud in the quiet room. Sighing, he sat down opposite Taehyung, grabbing the closest container. 

"Alright, fine. I guess it wouldn't hurt to take a break."

Taehyung smiled and reached over to pat Jimin's head. Smacking his hand away, Jimin picked up his chopsticks and began eating the noodles Jin had packed. Jin loved to cook and he often shared his homemade food with the rest of the group. Jimin vaguely wondered how he survived his first year of college without Jin's cooking - the most he could make was ramen and he didn't trust Taehyung to not set the dorm on fire so their cooking experience was very limited. 

Jimin's phone buzzed then and he reached over to unlock it. It was a message from Yoongi, reminding him to not overwork himself and to take regular breaks. Smiling to himself, he sent a smiley face back with a picture of the food spread out in front of him.

Jimin:

 I'm eating hyung

 See?

Yoongi-hyung:

 Good

Taehyung nudged Jimin with his foot, too busy stuffing his face with rice to use his hands.

"What's got you smiling like that?" he asked. Though by the shit eating grin on his face, he already knew. 

"None of your business," Jimin said, locking his phone.

"Ohh, I see. Yoongi-hyung sent you another message, huh." Jimin blushed, shovelling an extra-large portion of noodles into his mouth. Taehyung laughed. "You're so gone for him, Jiminie."

"Shut up," Jimin grumbled.

"So, any progress between you two? Besides the texting, I mean."

"Of course not. Why would there be? It's not like he likes me or anything."

Taehyung snorted, almost choking on his chicken. "Sure, Jiminie. Whatever you say."

Jimin threw a piece of bokchoy at him, which he then picked up off the floor and ate. Jimin scrunched up his nose, disgusted. 

"That's gross, Tae"

"Hey, no point in wasting perfectly good food. And don't change the subject." Pausing to swallow his mouthful, Jimin took the time to take a sip from his water bottle. "So I take it you haven't confessed yet."

Jimin almost spit out his water. "Why the fuck would I do that?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Because you like him and he likes you too, idiot."

"He does not! You take that back, Kim Taehyung."

"Nope," Taehyung said, popping the p. "It's so obvious."

"How the hell is it obvious?"

"You really don't see it? Jimin, the guy texts you constantly and I know for a fact that he hates texting as much as mornings."

Jimin rolled his eyes. "And how would you know that?"

"Because Hoseok-hyung told me," Taehyung replied. "And every time he does message you, he always has a smile on his face. Min Yoongi. Smiling. The guy with the epic bitch face."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"Uh-huh. Then how come whenever everyone meets up, he always ends up next to you?"

"He doesn't." But even as he said it, Jimin knew he was lying. 

He's noticed it before too, when, at one of their weekly gatherings, they were lounging around Jin and Namjoon's living room. Jungkook and Taehyung had commandeered one of the small lounge chairs, squished so much it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Namjoon and Jin occupied the bigger couch, Namjoon's long legs laying comfortably along the length of it which left the other smaller couch for Jimin and Hoseok. Yoongi was running a bit late that night and had said to start the movie without him. 

As the opening credits rolled, the doorbell rang and Jin went to answer it. He came back into the living room with Yoongi following behind him, unwrapping his scarf from around his neck and toeing off his shoes at the entrance. He quickly greeted everyone before beelining straight for the couch Jimin and Hoseok were sitting on. Without even sparing Hoseok a glance, Yoongi wedged himself between the two, trying to fit himself on what was clearly a two-person seat. 

With nowhere else to go, Hoseok had ended up on the floor, Yoongi taking his place beside Jimin. They were so close their thighs were almost touching and Jimin could faintly smell the cologne Yoongi was wearing. It had taken a lot of will power to make the blush on his cheeks disappear, a task made all the more difficult as Taehyung sent him winks and grins throughout the entire movie. 

"Ah, Jiminie," Taehyung said, setting down his chopsticks, "why are you in such denial?"

"I'm in denial? What about you?"

Taehyung shifted where he sat. "I don't know what you're talking about, Jiminie."

"Don't give me that, Tae. Acting clueless isn't you."

They lapsed into silence, neither one willing to admit to the other that maybe, just maybe, they were developing more than just simple crushes. Taehyung was the first to crack, feeling uncomfortable with the lack of noise. 

"Alright, fine," he sighed, "but if I have to admit it, then you do too. That way we can both suffer together."

"Fair enough," Jimin said, swallowing the rice noodles he had shoved into his mouth. "So, are you actually gonna do something about you and Jungkook? I swear Tae, he looks at you like you're the only living thing on this planet."

Taehyung scoffed, almost choking on his rice. Jimin sighed and handed him a bottle of water before taking a drink from his own. "Jiminie! Don't try to kill me now." Jimin rolled his eyes. "At least not until I've told Jungkook how I feel."

That got Jimin's attention. "Are you really gonna tell him? Like as in, full confession, romantic shit?"

Taehyung nodded, though he dipped his head as he felt his face heating up, an action Jimin came to realise as him being embarrassed. As flustered as he looked, his eyes were lit up in determination and there was a strong set to his shoulders, sure in his resolve. 

"Yeah. Figured I should before someone else does."

"Even if someone else did, Jungkook wouldn't even consider them. He's only got eyes for you, Tae."

Despite his embarrassment, Taehyung smiled, his wide rectangular grin on full display. His eyes shone with happiness and Jimin had never seen him more content. He knew that what Taehyung and Jungkook felt for each other was more than simple attraction; he was convinced they were soulmates. From the moment they met, they had been inseparable - where one went, the other wasn't too far behind.

Jungkook understood Taehyung's weirder tendencies and even seemed to love them, often joining in on whatever shenanigans the older thought of. In return, Taehyung helped Jungkook come out of his shell. When Jimin first met the younger, he was standoffish and quiet, refusing to talk to anyone or make eye contact. Taehyung was the only one able to get him to smile, his bubbly personality helping to ease Jungkook's trepidation. 

Jimin was happy for his friend, really, he was but there was a part of him that felt lonely. He knew he was being stupid - Taehyung and Jungkook never excluded him from anything - but seeing his best friend fall in love with his underclassman still left him feeling empty. He wanted that too, he wanted to fall for someone so completely that all he needed to be happy was them. And they him. 

He often found himself daydreaming about having that with Yoongi. He wanted to go on sappy, romantic dates with Yoongi, sit beside the pianist as he played, his fingers bringing to life a song just for him. He wanted to cuddle on the couch with Yoongi, watching movies and variety shows. He was so lost in thought he almost missed Taehyung's question. 

"...gonna tell him too?"

"Huh?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "I said, are you gonna tell Yoongi-hyung too? About your feelings?"

Jimin didn't reply at first, his mind filled with questions. Should he tell Yoongi? Would he be able to do it? Would Yoongi even want to be with him? He chose not to dwell too long on that last thought. 

"Maybe," he said instead, stuffing the rest of his food into his mouth to avoid having to answer anything else. 

As they were leaving the studios, Jimin's phone buzzed in his pocket. Checking the ID, he smiled to himself when he saw Yoongi's name written at the top of a short message.

Yoongi-hyung:

 Don't overwork yourself

 I can't wait to see it

Jimin fell a little more in love. 

--

It was another week before Jimin felt confident enough with the routine to show it to anyone else. He decided to show Hoseok first, wanting to get an honest critique from someone who knew dance as well as he did. 

"Hyung," Jimin said, standing in front of Hoseok as the other towelled off his face and neck, "can I get your opinion on something?"

"Sure," Hoseok said, loosely wrapping the towel around his shoulders. 

They waited until the rest of the club members left the studio, a few staying back to ask questions about the upcoming showcase and it wasn't long until it was just Jimin and Hoseok in the studios. Dumping his towel on top of his gym bag, Hoseok turned to Jimin, noting the way the younger boy seemed to fidget and avoid eye contact. 

"What's up Jimin?"

Taking a deep breath, Jimin raised his eyes to meet Hoseok's. "I just wanted to get your opinion on my piece for the showcase." Without waiting for a response, Jimin pulled out his phone from his pocket and plugged it into the amp, selecting Yoongi's composition. 

He took his place in the middle of the dance floor, Hoseok staying off to the side, waiting for the opening beats of the song to give him his cue. The gentle cadence of the piano began to fill the room, bouncing off the walls and echoing in his ears. 

Lifting his head, he began to dance, movements graceful and flowing, the turns, dips, and pirouettes moving in time with the song. When the song climaxed, Jimin's movements were grand and powerful, his whole body in motion with the notes. When the music was quiet, notes long and delicate, so was he. 

He wasn't even aware that during the whole thing, he never once opened his eyes until he heard Hoseok clap, the sharp sound piercing through his concentration and forcing him to meet the elder's eyes. 

The tears he saw surprised him. "Hyung? What's wrong? Are-are you crying?"

Hoseok wiped at his eyes with the back of his hands, hiding his face from the dancer for a moment as he fought to keep the tears from flowing. 

"Jesus Christ, Jimin. What the fuck was that?"

Bewildered, Jimin could do nothing except stand where he was. Was the routine really that bad? He didn't think it was, not while he was practicing it but if it made Hoseok tear up, then maybe he should change it. 

"Hyung?" he said, the uncertainty in his voice forcing Hoseok to finally look at him. 

"That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," he said, rushing over to Jimin and wrapping his long, lanky arms around the smaller boy. "Jesus, fuck. I knew you were good but I didn't know you were that good."

Jimin laughed, relieved. "So you didn't think it was bad?"

Hoseok pulled away from him, the most affronted look on his face. "What the fu-of course I didn't."

"But you were crying."

"That's because it made me emotional watching you. That dance paired with that music will blow everyone away at the showcase. Man, Yoongi-hyung really outdid himself with this one."

Jimin smiled, his eyes disappearing and forming crescents. "Really? You really think so?"

"Of course," Hoseok scoffed, "there won't be a single dry eye in the auditorium." He paused then, narrowing his eyes in thought. "But now that I think about it, wouldn't it have more of an impact if there was live music instead of just a recording?"

Jimin tilted his head to the side, confused. "Live music? You mean like a band? I don't know hyung, I don't think there's enough time to find one." The showcase was only a fortnight away. There was no way he was going to be able to find anyone on such short notice. 

"Nah, not a whole band. Just the piano," Hoseok said before a wide, cheshire like grin spread across his face. "You should ask Yoongi-hyung to play it for you."

At the mention of the pianist, Jimin felt his whole face flush. "N-no way. I can't do that!"

Hoseok raised an eyebrow. "Why not? He wrote the song just for you, you know. I'm sure he won't mind playing it during the showcase." He then nudged Jimin, his elbow digging into the younger's side. "Unless, of course, there's another reason why you don't want to."

Jimin shoved him away, covering his burning cheeks with his hands and glaring at his hyung as said hyung doubled over in laughter, clutching at his stomach. "Hyung!"

"Alright, alright," Hoseok said, straightening up as he held his hands up in a placating manner. "But seriously though, it would really tie everything together if Yoongi could play the piano for you. It'll have a lasting impact that way."

"Fine," Jimin sighed, running a hand through his pink hair - Taehyung had insisted he dye it after complaining that his black hair was far too boring a shade - "I'll ask him."

Hoseok gave him a thumbs-up before turning to pick his bag up off the floor. "Better make it soon. The showcase is only two weeks away and you guys need to get some practice in before then."

It wasn't until Hoseok left when Jimin realised exactly what he had agreed to. Yoongi, his crush of over a year, and him in a confined space for hours at a time, just the two of them.

Ahh, goddamnit, he thought, what the fuck am I supposed to do now? 

His phone buzzed then, and the butterflies in his stomach intensified even more.

Yoongi-hyung:

 Hey

 Wanna grab lunch?

 I'm starving

Well, fuck.

Jimin met Yoongi in front of the college gates. Autumn was truly starting to set in and he was thankful he had decided to pack his coat along with a change of clothes that morning. Jimin never really liked the cold, preferring the warmer summer months but he was beginning to question his loyalties when he saw Yoongi. 

Yoongi always looked good, even in sweatpants (Jimin might be just a tiny bit biased) but the leather jacket and black skinny jeans he was currently wearing were, in Jimin's opinion, the sexiest thing he had ever seen. The black accentuated Yoongi's pale skin and made him look even more gorgeous, a stark contrast against the reds, browns, and oranges. 

Jimin felt the air escape his lungs when they made eye contact, a small smile appearing on the elder's face when he saw him. God, take me now. 

"Hey," Yoongi said when Jimin stopped in front of him. 

"Hi hyung."

Yoongi buried his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "Ready to go? I know a place that sells really good lamb skewers," he said, already turning away. 

Jimin nodded his head and stepped up beside Yoongi as they walked. They didn't have to go very far, just a couple of blocks down the road from the college, but Jimin could tell they were close from the amazing smell of cooked, marinated meat in the air. His stomach grumbled and he prayed to whatever gods were listening that Yoongi hadn't heard. From the slight smirk on his face, Jimin knew he had. 

"Here it is," Yoongi said, pointing his chin in the direction of a small, nondescript street vendor, cooked meat resting on top of a small wire frame while the cook stood in front of the grill, turning sticks of meat and basting them in between flips. A short, elderly woman stood on the other side of the stall, taking orders and exchanging money. 

Jimin hummed in approval. "Hyung, this smells amazing," he said. Without thinking he grabbed Yoongi's elbow and dragged him the rest of the way to the line already beginning to form. 

Yoongi laughed, but allowed himself to be manhandled. "Yeah. I discovered it one day randomly. I was actually on my way to Jin and Namjoon's place for dinner but took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up here."

Jimin hid his mouth behind his hand as he laughed and only then realised he was still holding on to Yoongi's elbow. Hoping his blush wasn't too obvious, he let go and turned instead to stare at the stall, trying to see over the shoulders of the people in front. The people in front of them were taking a bit too long to decide how many sticks they wanted - was it really that hard? - so Jimin decided to take the opportunity to bring up the showcase. 

Gathering all the courage he had, which, admittedly wasn't much, he cleared his throat to get Yoongi's attention. When he was sure he had it, Jimin began speaking. 

"Hyung, I actually have something I wanted to ask you." Yoongi grunted to let Jimin know he was listening. "Well, this is gonna sound a little weird and you don't have to do it If you don't want to. I mean, I wouldn't blame you if you said no-"

"Jimin," Yoongi said, his lips quirking up into a grin, "you're rambling again."

Feeling the blush on his cheeks intensify and cursing himself inwardly for it, Jimin paused and took a deep breath. 

"Right. Okay. It's just, you know the showcase is coming up soon and the track you gave me was amazing. Seriously, hyung, you're so talented." Jimin couldn't really tell, but he could've sworn Yoongi blushed then. "Which is why I was thinking that maybe it would be even better if you played the piano for me while I danced."

The people in front of them moved away from the counter and before Yoongi could reply, it was their turn to order. Jimin cursed his bad luck. Of course the universe would choose right then to screw with him. The whole exchange between the old lady and Yoongi was quick and before he knew it, Jimin was given two steaming lamb skewers before being led to a small bench a few metres away. They ate in silence, content to let the afternoon noise fill it in. It wasn't until they had finished eating when Yoongi turned to him and nodded.

"Sure," he said.

Jimin stared at him, his brows furrowing. "Sure?"

Yoongi smiled. "Sure. I'll play the piano for you."

Jimin sat up straighter, leaning forward on his hands as he studied Yoongi's face. Yoongi leaned away from him to preserve some sort of space between them.

"Really? You will?"

Yoongi laughed and placed his hand on top of Jimin's head, ruffling his hair as Jimin squeaked in indignation. 

"Of course. I'm looking forward to it."

Jimin couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day. 

(Taehyung would later call him creepy and Jimin would tell him to shut his mouth)

--

It was a couple of days later when they met to rehearse together for the first time and Jimin was a nervous wreck. It wasn't the fact that he would be performing his routine for someone who wasn't Hoseok - he's shown Taehyung his choreographies plenty of times - but the fact that it was Yoongi, the boy he has been crushing on for the past year, that made butterflies erupt in his stomach. He knew his routine was good if Hoseok's reaction was anything to go by but showing it to Yoongi felt different. 

He was used to Hoseok's presence in the dance studio but Yoongi wasn't Hoseok. Dancing in front of Yoongi made it feel like he was dancing for the first time. It made him insecure, and he doubted if he could dance, if all the years he spent in the dance studio, gruelling over routines, never being satisfied with them and ultimately changing them, were for nothing. But with the insecurity came a feeling of excitement, of all the good things dance had brought him; confidence, happiness, and most importantly self-respect. 

He learned to love himself through dance and it was these emotions that spurred him on through the campus, gym bag slung over his shoulder, heading towards the music deparment - they couldn't bring a piano into the dance studio so the music practice rooms would have to do for now. 

Yoongi was already in the room, sat at the grand piano, his fingers flying over the keys like they were made to do just that. Jimin stopped at the door and just watched him quietly through the window, appreciating how content and natural Yoongi looked sitting on the piano bench. It reminded him of the first time he saw Yoongi and something warm bloomed in his chest at the memory. The day he fell in love with Yoongi. 

Knocking on the door so he didn't surprise him, Jimin slid it open before walking in. He dropped his bag on the ground, not really paying attention to where it landed. His sole focus was on Yoongi, who had turned around at his knock and was smiling at him in a way that left him breathless. 

"Hi hyung," he said as he stood beside the piano, "sorry I'm late."

Yoongi waved his hand and shrugged. "Don't worry about it. I wasn't here long."

Jimin smiled, and clapped his hands together once. "So, should we get started?"

There wasn't much space in the practice room, but it would be enough for now. After making sure the space was clear of obstacles he waited for Yoongi to start the piece. He closed his eyes, the first few notes of the piano filling the space and invading his senses. He heard nothing except for the piano, he saw nothing except for his routine, and he felt nothing except for the adrenaline pumping through his veins every time he danced. 

He moved to the music with such grace that even Yooni was having a hard time keeping his eyes on the keys. He had to forcibly remove his eyes from Jimin and focus back on the piano which he found more and more difficult to do as the routine continued. Jimin noticed none of this, too focused on his dance to pay Yoongi any attention. 

He felt free. Dance had given him his freedom and he was expressing this through his movements, through the perfect turns and dips, moving from step to step like it was second nature. And to Jimin, it was. He glided across the floor, his movements controlled and free at the same time, a feat he didn't think he would ever be able to achieve and yet here he was, dancing the way he had always wanted to, in front of the boy he loved. 

The crescendo of the song came and Jimin felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes but he couldn't stop dancing. He needed to finish the song, needed to show Yoongi how hard he worked to come up with a routine fitting of his song. How much he appreciated everything Yoongi had done for him, how much he was grateful to be given the opportunity to dance to a song that Yoongi composed. 

And he did. When the piano stopped, when Jimin stopped dancing, the only thing filling the silence was Jimin's heavy breathing. He was curled in on himself, crouching on the floor with his head resting on his knees and his arms wrapped around it. He didn't know how long he stayed in that position, taking the time to compose himself after baring his soul in such a raw way, but his head snapped up the moment Yoongi spoke.

"Jimin," he said, and paused. He had his back turned to Jimin, still facing the piano. It didn't look like he had moved at all. "I-I don't know what to say. I-"

"B-before you say anything, there's something I wanna say first." Jimin brought his knees to the floor, resting on the back of his heels as he wrung his hands in his lap. He didn't look up from them, too nervous to face Yoongi properly. Taking a deep breath, Jimin opened his mouth.

"When Hoseok said he knew someone who could compose a piece for me, I had no idea he meant you. When I saw you at the library I was so nervous because, well, it was you sitting at that table."

"Jimin..."

"Please. Please don't interrupt. I need to say this now otherwise I'll never have the courage to again." He paused and when he was sure Yoongi wasn't going to say anything more, he continued. "I was so happy that you agreed that I had to pinch myself a few times to make sure it wasn't a dream. And then you sent me the song and I just fell in love with it. I wanted to choregraph something that would do it justice, that would show everyone who saw it that I was proud to call it mine." Jimin smiled then, a small, subdued smile. "Did you know that the time in library wasn't the first time I saw you?"

Yoongi shook his head. "No, I didn't"

"Yeah. I'd seen you a year before that. You were here, in this practice room, playing the piano. I saw you and fell in love with your playing. But it wasn't just your playing that I fell in love with." Jimin paused and swallowed. It was now or never. He'd never have another chance like this if he backed out now. "I fell in love with you too. The way you looked sitting at the piano. You looked so happy, so carefree and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen."

Neither of them spoke after that, too wrapped up in their own thoughts to reply. It wasn't until Jimin heard the squeak of the piano stool that he dared to look up and was met with the most breathtaking smile he had ever seen. Yoongi's lips stretched wide across his face, pulled back enough to let the pink of his gums show. He slid from the stool to kneel in front of Jimin and when he placed his large hand against Jimin's heated cheek gently, Jimin's heart sped up, threatening to fall out of his chest. 

"I love you too, Jimin." Yoongi gently rested his forehead against Jimin's and huffed a quiet laugh when he heard Jimin sob. "Thank you. Thank you for dancing so beautifully to my song."

Yoongi leaned in and pressed his lips against Jimin's. And in that moment, Jimin forgot how to breathe. Because his crush, the boy he's liked for over a year, was kissing him. Kissing him so sweetly and so tenderly that Jimin felt another tear form in the corner of his eye. He squeezed his eyes shut tight to keep it from falling as he wrapped his hands around Yoongi's waist, grabbing his shirt and bunching it in his hands. 

Yoongi's lips were soft and tasted slightly of coffee but there was also something there that was undeniably Yoongi and Jimin knew it was a taste he would never get tired of tasting. They pulled away from each other at the same time but didn't move too far away. Jimin could feel Yoongi's breath against his face and he sighed in contentment at the feeling before opening his eyes. Yoongi had been staring at him the whole time with so much adoration in his eyes that it made Jimin blush. 

"So I guess this means we're together now," Jimin said.

Yoongi laughed, a quiet puff of air. "I guess it does."

--

Later, when they told their friends that they were dating, no one was really all that surprised. 

"It was pretty obvious," Jin said as Namjoon nodded beside him. 

"No it wasn't" Jimin replied, an affronted look on his face.

"It kinda really was, Jimin." Hosoek said and Jimin gave him the stink eye. "You two were always in your own world. Yoongi-hyung was super obvious though."

Yoongi just rolled his eyes and buried his face further into the crook of Jimin's neck because apparently a Yoongi in love was a super clingy Yoongi. Jimin wouldn't have it any other way really. 

--

The showcase came and went and Jimin was bombarded with praises after his solo. Teachers, students, and parents all came up to him after the show to congratulate him on a wonderful performance. And even though Jimin thanked each and every one of them for their compliments, there was only one person whose opinion truly mattered to him. He found him a few minutes later outside, leaning against the auditorium looking handsome in his black button-up shirt and black slacks with polished dress shoes. 

Jimin threw himself at Yoongi and Yoongi caught him in his arms, bringing him close and telling him over and over again how much he loved him. And Jimin had never been happier. 

--

"When did you fall in love with me, hyung?"

"When you walked into a table at the coffee shop."

"Hyung!"