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Park Jimin. Despite his beauty, he’s a real pain in the ass to Yoongi. Unfortunately, the two spend more time with each other than they’d like to, due to the fact that they  shared a mutual friend group. Hoseok, Jimin’s dance partner and one of Yoongi’s rap buddies, always tried to be the mediator for them when they had to be in the same room. The brown haired man attempted many times to help the pair find common ground, which Yoongi made an effort to do as well.

He really did. Jimin was just so infuriating most of the time, so pompous. The pair couldn’t seem go a single group outing without arguing and needing to be separated, at least once by the end of the night. Even on their friend Taehyung’s birthday, Jimin picked a fight with Yoongi about the decorations saying they didn’t “Fit the aesthetic of party.” Then, it devolved into shouting about Yoongi’s lack of fashion sense and finally, about his life choices in general.

The purpled haired man never exactly started fights, though he occasionally instigated light  banter before things got ugly, but he always managed to end them. Usually by saying some snarky remark that Jimin couldn’t follow up on, before leaving the room to cool off. After spending so much begrudged time around the pink haired man, he learned just how to push his buttons. Two things Jimin hated most was losing and not having the last word, it was considered a lost fight in his eyes. Yoongi couldn’t help snickering every time he re-entered a room post argument, feeling the younger’s eye boring holes into the back of his head with harsh, death wishing eyes. 

This night was no different. Everyone agreed to hang out at their favorite Chinese restaurant, just on the outskirts of the city. They were all having a good time, cracking jokes, telling stories, sharing food and the like. Of course, Jimin threw not so subtle jabs at Yoongi saying things like, "I bet Yoongi-Hyung would know all about sucking, Hyung?" or "For someone who claims to be a top, you sure like being on the bottom," in regards to a story Hobi told about Yoongi and Namjoon competing against each other. 

Jin, the eldest of the group, rolled his eyes and . Jin was usually the one to break their arguments up when they got too heated, as well as listening to both sides rant about the other. 

“Jimin-ah, don’t start,” Jin warned quietly through his teeth.

“It’s okay Hyung, we all know how insecure Jimin really is.” Yoongi assured while shrugging his shoulders, “That’s why he takes his issues out on people more confident and comfortable in their own skin than him.”

Jimin scoffed, “Excuse me? Says the guy that hides behind a face mask all the time and can never be in a large crowd without panicking.”

Yoongi sat back on his side of the booth and rubbed his chin with one hand, humming in thought. “Anxiety and panic attacks are common mental health issues, so what’s your excuse? Last time I checked, fragile egos don't count as such.”

The dancer sneered, “My ego isn’t fragile, but I can tell yours is. Still butthurt over the advice I gave you on new years?” 

“You literally told me to stop stealing clothing from homeless people and to get someone else, besides my mother, to cut my hair.”

“And? It was good advice, no?” Jimin glanced around the table for support, but earned annoyed looks in return. Suddenly, the waitress that was assigned to their table came over with a tray that contained their bill, along with a fortune cookie for everybody, each on their own tiny plate. Jin politely thanked the woman as she set the salver down, before shuffling away with a knowing smile.

Yoongi arched a brow and jeered, “You know, I truly pity the poor soul that marries you.”

“And why is that, he who knows all? ”

“Because, you are the biggest and most, petty, childish, antagonistic, self centered, insecure attention whore that I have ever seen.”

Jimin shot up from his seat and leaned over the table, getting as close to Yoongi as he could. “Say that again, I. fucking. dare. you.” 

The purple haired man glanced up, “Oh I’m sorry, I guess you could hear me over that suffocating arrogance of yours. I said-”

/CRACK/

Gasps were heard from the other five as soon as Jimin’s hand harshly came into contact with Yoongi’s left cheek, the design of one of his rings leaving a tiny imprint in its wake. It stung, Yoongi could feel the blood rushing to the aggravated skin, creating a stark contrast to his otherwise pale skin.

“Jimin, What the hell!” Jungkook exclaimed, slapping his Hyung’s hip with the back of his hand.

Jin followed up, “That was completely uncalled for Jimin-ah.” He turned to Yoongi, who was sitting to his right. “Are you okay?”

The eldest went to touch the man’s cheek, but Yoongi flinched away from him and stood up in a quick, unbalanced motion.

He spoke with an eerily calm tone, never once breaking eye contact with the pink haired boy. “I’m fine. I can tell I’m no longer welcome at the round table. Enjoy being the queen Jimin-ah, just remember, every ruler falls sooner or later.”

Yoongi took his fortune cookie and walked away from the booth, striding towards the bathrooms. Some of the group watched the purple haired man, while the rest glared at Jimin.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Hoseok hummed tiredly.

When the dancer was gone, all eyes were on the pink haired boy.

“What the hell were you thinking Jimin?” Taehyung chided

“I’m very disappointed in you Jimin, I expect better from you.” Jin scolded, brows furrowed.

“But he-”

“It doesn’t matter, what he said. He’s always tried to get along with you, despite your differences. You started by making passes at him, then escalated it and made it physical, when the conversation wasn’t going your way. You had no right " Jin sighed, "Was what he said hurtful? Sure, but some of what he said wasn’t untrue.”

“I agree with Jin-Hyung,” Namjoon chimed in. “You’re aren’t a bad person, but you have a tendency to take over a room and need everyone’s attention and it can be a bit much at times.”

Jimin snapped back, “So you’re siding with him now? He has no idea what I've been through, what I'm going through now."

“I’m not siding with either of you.” Jin stated, “ But I highly, highly suggest you take some time to reflect and re-evaluate your approach to unfavorable situations. Maybe then you can start trying to let Yoongi understand you, instead of pushing him away.”

Jimin huffed in aggravation.

Jin shook his head, “You’re really that vain aren’t you? You talk about what you’re going through, but have you ever stopped to think about what he’s going through, what others go through, but don’t say aloud?”

“I don’t care! He’s always an asshole to me no matter what I do.” Jimin shrieked

~~~

Yoongi starred in the restroom mirror, poking the flushed skin of his cheek and wincing. Hoseok walked into the bathroom, sympathetic gaze soon resting on him.

"Hey," The younger muttered.

The purple haired man looked at his friend through the reflective glass and said, “I’m sorry Hobi- I know I shouldn’t have started with him.”

The younger sighed, “It’s okay Hyung.”

“It’s not though. I should’ve just let it roll off my back, but I’m just getting really tired of his bullshit.” Yoongi groaned

“I know, we all are. I wish he’d just let it go already.”

“I just wish he’d see things through my eyes, just once... I dunno," The elder hummed, feeling sad. 

Deep down, Yoongi doesn’t want to  argue or hurt people’s feelings. He wanted to like Jimin and get along with him, but it’s difficult when the boy refuses to give him a chance. The purple haired man turned to Hoseok, eyes full of emotion, begging his friend for comfort. Hobi seemed to understand, wrapping his arms around his Hyung gently. The dark haired boy always seemed to know what Yoongi needed, without him even saying a word.

The elder nuzzled into the younger’s shoulder, exhaling with a shaky breath. “I wanna go home Hobi…”

“Okay Hyung. I’ll stay the night, yeah?”

Yoongi nodded against the dancer, reluctantly leaving the man’s warm body. Hoseok ran his thumb over his Hyung’s cheek, careful not to put a lot of pressure. 

“You’re probably gonna have a bruise for a day or two. He can put something on it when we get to your apartment.”

Yoongi uttered a soft yowl in protest, face twisting into a pout. The brown haired man patted him on the shoulder, chuckling a bit. The pair exited the bathroom and walked back to their table, noticing Jimin was gone. 

“I’m sorry guys. I'm sorry I ruined our night out together,” the purple haired man murmured, his eyes downcast.

“It’s alright Yoongi, just go home and rest for now okay? We’ll talk more tomorrow or the day after,” Jin assured. 

Yoongi nodded quietly, allowing Hoseok to lead him out of the building. Once they were finally back at the elder’s apartment, Yoongi remembered his fortune cookie, safely tucked away in his hoodie pouch.

He’d always sort of believed in fortunes and things of their nature, good luck, bad luck, predictions etc. Yoongi pulled the cookie out and snapped it in half, revealing the small paper inside. He removed it from it’s sweet shell and read it,  ‘A journey soon begins, its prize reflected in another's eyes when what you see is what you lack then selfless love will change you back.’

"Huh, that's strange."

~~~

Jimin slammed his apartment door shut, grumbling under his breath. He couldn’t believe that his ‘friends’ chose Yoongi’s side over him. How could they agree with him?

Yoongi was some much worse. He liked to get under the Jimin’s skin, only to leave him without resolution to seethe.  Plus, he was always so crass, the dancer was surprise he had any friends at all. The pink haired man huffed, decided to get ready to sleep, since the remainder of his evening was ruined. When he shrugged off his jacket, his fortune cookie from the restaurant fell out of one of the pockets. Curious, Jimin cracked it open and took the paper out.

“ A journey soon begins, its prize reflected in another's eyes when what you see is what you lack then selfless love will change you back... What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Too tired to care, the dancer tossed the fortune onto his desk and continued getting changed. The evening was peaceful. The bustling city had calmed down, leaving only a mindless humming as the universe worked its magic.

Yoongi groaned when he felt a pillow being thrown at his head. He rolled over and slurred, “Alright, alright all ready. ‘m getting up.”

“About time,”

The purple haired man didn't recognize the voice as Hoseok’s, so he cracked an eye open and saw Taehyung standing in the doorway.

“You're not Hoseok,” Yoongi muttered.

“Nope, just your friend, Taehyung. The friend that isn't happy with you right now.”  The redhead stated

“Yeah yeah, I know.” 

“You're gonna have to apologize you know?” Taehyung reminded

Yoongi groaned, “Why me though? He started the whole argument anyway.”

“Actually no, you did.”

“How did I start?” Yoongi retorted

“Oh I don't know, the sarcastic remarks.” The redhead explained

“Taehyung-ah, I'm always that way. You know that,”

Taehyung scolded, “Yes, but you didn't have to escalate things the way you did. Jimin, you need to apologize, your crossed so many lines last night!”

“Taehyung what the hell are you talking about? I'm the one who got slapped remember? Did you get drunk last night and end up at my place or something?” Yoongi groused, rubbing his eyes.

“No, I didn't, but apparently you did. I distinctly remember you being the one who slapped Yoongi-Hyung.” 

“What are you going on about?” Yoongi whined, confused as could be.

“I'm not Jimin, I'm not the one who started it the other night. I feel like shit enough already, please- just stop making me feel worse.”

Taehyung scoffed, “You know what, I'm done. I'm already late for a photoshoot, I don't have time for this. I'll see you later.”

The younger man turned to leave, closing the door behind him with a heavy sigh. Yoongi groaned, rolling over to burrow under the covers again. Suddenly, his phone buzzed, making him extremely annoyed.

“Fiinee~ I’m up.” Yoongi grumbled, blindly searching for the device with one hand. He turned it on, growing puzzled at what he saw.

‘This isn’t my phone… maybe Hoseok’s?’

Yoongi shrugged it off, figuring the brown haired boy simply mixed their phones up. They could switch later today, after the recording session they had. The purple haired man managed to stand up from the bed still very sleepy as he wandered to the bathroom.

The layout of his apartment felt different, must’ve been really over tired, that’s it. When Yoongi was finished doing his business, he went to wash his hands. He absent mindedly glanced up at the mirror, jaw dropping in shock.

“What the fuck?!” The man stumbled back, tripping over something and successfully crashing to the ground. Yoongi shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. “No that’s ridiculous, you’re just imagining things.”

Slowly, Yoongi got up, peeking over the edge of the counter meekly. He gasped when he saw his reflection a second time, slapping a hand over his mouth. He looked /exactly/ like Park Jimin, in fact he was Jimin.

‘This isn’t happening right now, it can’t be.’ Yoongi thought to himself, it had to be a dream. There was no way in hell he was in the body of Jimin, it wasn’t possible. That kind of stuff only happened in cheesy children's movies.

Yoongi pinched his arm, praying he’d wake up, but to no avail. “Okay Yoongi, breathe… Now, how the hell did this happened!”

The now pink haired man raced back to the bedroom, snatching the forgotten phone from the sheets.

He dialed Hoseok’s number, anxiously waiting for him to pick up. 

“Hello? Jimin?”

“Hoseok-ah! Thank god! I have a huge problem.” Yoongi shouted 

“Calm down, Jimin. I’m honestly surprised you’re even calling me right now.”

The pink haired man quirked a brow, “Huh?” 

“Seriously? Last night remember? Are you hungover or something?” Hoseok questioned.

“Ah shit, I forgot about that-”

“You forgot... after everything you said, after you slapped Yoongi-Hyung. Which by the way, fuck you for that.

You realize he almost balled his eyes out for ruining everyone’s night, despite the fact that you’re the one who started it.” Hoseok paused, “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this, it’s not like you really give a shit anyway.”

“Hoseok! Focus!” Yoongi hesitated, “ I know you aren’t going to believe, but it’s me, Yoongi.”

There’s a long period of silence before, “You’re right. I don’t believe you- Ah, gotta go. Hyung’s waking up, see you at practice.”

“Wait Hoseok that’s not me- I mean Yoongi! That’s not Yoon-” The line cut before the pink haired man could finish. “Shit!”

~~~

Jimin slowly woke up, hearing someone’s voice somewhere in the room with him. At first, he thought it was Taehyung, but after listening for a moment, he registered it as Hoseok. The dancer grumbled, not wanting to face the brown haired man.

“Hyung, you okay?”

‘Hyung?’ Jimin furrowed his brows, feeling confused. Was he dreaming?

“Yoongi-Hyung, I have to go soon. Dance practice is in an hour.” Hoseok murmured

Jimin sat up, scratching the back of his head sleepily. “What’re you talking about?”

“I work at a dance studio remember?” Hoseok chuckled and ruffled the man’s hair playfully.

Jimin hummed, yawning.  “I remember, I’m gonna see you there. I work there too, remember?”

Hoseok cocked his head, “No you don’t. Besides, you have a recording session with Namjoon for our EP at noon.” 

“Is this some sort of prank?” 

“You tell me, are you okay? Did that Chinese food give you food poisoning?”

Hoseok laid a hand on Jimin’s forehead, “You don’t seem to have a fever.”

“I’m not Yoongi-Hyung Hobi… are you okay?” Jimin inquired.

“I’m fine, you’re the one acting weird. I’ll text Namjoon and let him know you aren’t feeling well.”

The younger squinted and Hoseok, utterly puzzled. “I’m so confused. Why do you keep saying Hyung? And why are you at my apartment? Did Taehyung let you in?”

“Okay Hyung, now I’m worried. First of all, we’re at your apartment and second, you invited me here,”

“Did I? I don’t remember.” Jimin raised a brow, trying to recall all the events from the night before.

Hoseok reached out to touch Jimin’s head, “Did you hit your head? Should we go to the hospital?”

“I’m fine Hobi-Hyung. I’ll see you later yeah?” Jimin stood up and strolled off to the bathroom, leaving a bewildered Hoseok behind him. 

“Y-yeah… sure- okay Hyung.”

That was weird, is this some joke Yoongi was pulling on him to get back at him for last night? Were Taehyung and Hoseok both in on it? Plus, why was Hoseok calling him Hyung?’ Jimin ran over all the possibilities as he grabbed his toothbrush.

It’s when he looked up at the mirror, that everything came crumbling down around the dancer.

“Holy shit, what the hell!” 

Running could be heard outside the door before Hoseok swung the door open, “Hyung! Are you alright?”

“I-I’m… I’m Yoongi-Hyung! How-” Jimin ran a hand through the purple lock atop his head, eyes wide and filled with a mixture of fear and shock.

“Are you sure you’re not sick? You’re acting really weird.” Hosek rested a hand on Jimin’ shoulder, making him flinch.

“I uh… Yeah I’m okay, guess I’m still a little out of it because of- uhh, a bad dream I had… Yeah that’s it.”

The brown haired man arched a brow, doubt coloring his features. “Okay, whatever you say Hyung.”

Hoseok left Jimin to get ready for the day in peace. The purple haired boy stared in the mirror. “Bad dream, yeah that’s what this is.”

Once Jimin was finished in the bathroom, he returned to his or rather, Yoongi’s room and search of his phone.

As soon as he found it, he turned it on and dialled is own number, thankfully that he had it memorized.

“Hello?”

“What the hell did you do to me!” Jimin shrieked when he heard his own voice on the line.

“What do you mean, what I did? I haven’t done anything to you.” Yoongi protested

“Then how do you explain me being in your body?”

Yoongi groused, “I don’t know! You tell me?”

“How the hell should I know!”

“Okay Jimin, calm down. We’ll figure something out,” the pink haired man reasoned.

“How?! Honestly how are we gonna fix this Hyung, cause I’d love to know.”

“Would you calm your ass down for two seconds, God you act like you’re the only one being affected here." Yoongi sneered, "Jesus- This is exactly what I was talking about last night."

“I have responsibilities you know, I help run dance classes from nine to eight.” Jimin whined

“And you think I don’t have shit on my plate to deal with?”

“So, what should we do?” The purple haired man asked

“I don’t know-”

“What do you mean, you don't know?” Jimin complained

Yoongi grumbled, “Look, it's not like I do this kind of thing everyday! Just- get over here so can talk more.”

“Fine.”

Jimin hung up, groaning aloud as he got dressed. He tried his best not to look at… anything . He didn't need anymore confusion in his life right now.

~~~

When Jimin got to his apartment, he knocked on the door. He felt stupid, wishing he'd put the spare key under the little mat outside again. A few moments later, the door opened and revealed- well himself. It was like something straight out of the Matrix.

He could see his body through someone else's eyes, but had absolutely no control over it. 

 “Shit, this is so weird” Yoongi muttered, stepping away from the door in shock. 

Jimin pushed past him and replied, “You're telling me.”

The pair sat down in the living room, sizing each other up in silence. 

“So,” Jimin clicking his tongue, “ What should we do now?” 

“I'm not sure. What can we do? This is like some crazy voodoo shit.”

Jimin snickered, “You got a point, but seriously. I have classes to teach and a load of other things.”

“Right there with you.” Yoongi sighed, racking his brain for some sort of solution. 

Jimin suddenly jumped up, “I got it! What if we just need jolt.”

“You mean like a shock to our brain?”

The dancer nodded, pulling Yoongi up from the couch. “You come running from over there,” Jimin motioned to somewhere across the room, “And I’ll come from here.”

“Okay.”

The pair took their positions and counted together.

“1… 2… 3!”

They ran towards one another at full speed, slamming into each other hard. Both fell to the floor, holding their heads in pain.

“Well, that didn’t work.” Yoongi groaned “Now what?”

“I don’t know,” Jimin admitted

“We have to come up with something, I can not be you.”

Jimin raised a brow, “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what you think it means.” Yoongi huffed, “ No offense, but I prefer my body.”

“That makes two of us.” Jimin slouched and whined, “ I have so much to do, I can’t be stuck like this.”

“So do I, but I hate to say this-”

Jimin sushed Yoongi with a finger, “Then don’t say it. We don’t need any more bad juju.”

Yoongi snorted and moved the younger’s hand from his face.

“ I’m just being practical. I get the feeling we aren’t going to change back right now, like we want to.”

“So what do we do then? Live each other’s lives?” Jimin scoffed

“Do you have a better plan?”

The purple haired man rolled his eyes, “No, but how do you expect us to live as the other? It’s an insane idea.” 

“Yes, but it’s really the only game plan we have at the moment.” Yoongi hummed, “We can’t locked ourselves up in our apartments forever. Life has to continue, at least for today.”  

The pink haired man approached Jimin, resting a hand on his shoulder, “Trust me, just this once?”

Jimin huffed, “Fine, but if this thing goes south, I’m beating your ass.”

“And bruise this beautiful face?” Yoongi mocked, running his fingers along his face dramatically, “I’d love to see you try.”

The younger glared at Yoongi, gripping his shirt. “Why you little-”

The pink haired man laughed and waved the man off, “I’m just teasing you, relax. Now come on, Let’s get ready for the day. I’ll text you a basic rundown of my daily schedule, be sure to send me one of your own.”

Jimin stared at Yoongi, averting his gaze momentarily when he began feeling shy. He gave the elder a small nod before letting go of the man’s top and running off to his room. Yoongi watched him fondly, feeling a twinge of sadness in chest. 

“Why’d it have to be him?” he murmured.

~~~

Switching lives with Jimin wasn’t exactly the easiest thing. He had to pretend to be the younger man and carry out his regular daily tasks. 

Yoongi knee that Jimin was a dancer and part of a team with Hoseok, but he didn’t realize how much work he actually did. Teaching dance didn’t seem all that difficult to an outsider looking in, but having to do it himself, Yoongi was exhausted. Not to mention, he wasn’t the best dancer and fumbled to teach choreo he’d never seen before.

Are you okay Jimin-ah? You seemed really off today.” Hoseok asked as he stretched himself out on the floor. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m good, just tired.” 

“I feel ya, but now we gotta focus on the team’s choreography for the tournament.”

‘God there’s more!’

“Yeah- right.” Yoongi held his breath, wishing him and Jimin would change back right now. They practiced for what felt like hours, Yoongi struggled to learn the steps, making Hoseok frustrated.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I’ve never seen you struggle so much.” Hoseok touched Yoongi’s shoulder lightly, “is there something going on?”

Yoongi lied, “No, nothing’s wrong.” He knew Hoseok wouldn’t believe him anyway, just like earlier that morning. 

“Just lemme know okay? You know I care about you.”

“Yeah… thanks.” Yoongi smiles softly

~~~

Jimin was exhausted after only a day. He had no idea Yoongi worked a full time job outside of his music with Namjoon and Hoseok. He figured Yoongi was just one of those starving artist types that would live from one gig to the next, but he supposed the man needed some sort of income besides that. 

Yoongi worked at a law firm, getting coffee, scanning paperwork, sending emails, answering phone calls etc. It definitely wasn’t the most glamorous job by any means, especially when he was getting screamed at by higher ups over the smallest of things, though it must pay well if Yoongi was still working there. 

“Yoongi, be a dear and get me another coffee would you? And don’t burn it this time.” Baekhyun, one of the firm’s best lawyers mused with a sly smile on his face .

“Yes Sir,” Jimin hummed, clenching his jaw as he turned to walk away. Baekhyun seemed to be the worst out of all the egotistical, money hungry pigs in the firm, but Jimin supposed if he could handle Baekhyun, he could handle the others without a problem.

It wasn’t until he was out in the parking garage that things got worse. 

“Hey darlin’ ” Baekhyun purred, wrapping an arm around the other’s waist. Jimin jumped back, pressing himself flat against his- well Yoongi’s car. 

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Just checking up on you, you seemed off today.” Baekhyun moved closer, putting his hands on Jimin’s hips and whispering, “Maybe you need something to distract you.”

Jimin furrowed his brows and managed to push the other man away. “No thanks.”

Baekhyun’s expression soured. “ You’re really something, you know that.”

Jimin crossed his arms, scowling hard.

“If you would just give yourself to me, you would have to worry about a thing. Your mom and her medical needs would be taken care of and you’d never have to work another day in your life.” 

“What are you talking about?” Jimin was confused, what about Yoongi’s mom? And why was this guy so persistent? Jimin huffed in annoyance, “I’m not just some toy for you to toss around you know, I’m not a piece of meat!”

Baekhyun scoffed, “Look at where you are and look at me. You trail after me and other people higher on the food chain, doing their paperwork, fetching them coffee. Just like the trained bitch you were meant to be. You’re lucky I’m even offering you this chance, not many catch my eye. I’m really doing you a service, if you think about it.” 

Jimin felt tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t understand why-  these insults weren’t even directed at him per say. 

“What’s wrong? Truth hurt?” Baekhyun snickered, “You’re never going to get past this point in your life. You’re forever going to be running around, chasing your own tail. What happened to you becoming this world famous producer? Nothing, to mate as your standing here, crying like a little bitch-“

“Hyung!” 

Jimin looked up and saw Jungkook running towards them, waving his hand rapidly. He breathed a sigh of relief, someone had come and saved him.

“Namjoon sent me to find you since you hadn’t showed up at the studio.” 

Jimin swallowed hard, his eyes flickering between Jungkook and Baekhyun. “y-yeah, we just got caught up talking.”

Jungkook glances at Baekhyun, “Oh I see.”

Baekhyun but in and slung his arm over Jimin’s shoulders, making the man quiver nauseously. “We were actually in the middle of something, so if you’ll excuse us-“

“Actually.” Jimin shrugged Baekhyun’s arm off of him and stepping towards Jungkook. “We were just finished, let’s go Kookie.”

“Okay, if you say so?” Jungkook looked uneasy, but led Jimin towards his car regardless. Jimin refuses to look back, he’d worry about Yoongi’s car later. 

Once they were out of the parking garage Jungkook finally spoke up, “What was going on back there? You seemed really upset.” 

“Ah, it wasn’t anything really. Just a shitty superior, ya know?” Jimin wasn’t lying, he was telling part of the truth.

“Just be careful okay Hyung? Remember what you told Joon and I.”

‘What the hell is he Jungkook talking about?’

“Yeah, right.” Jimin hummed quietly 

Thankfully they arrived at the studio before the conversation could continue any further.

~~~

Once Jimin finally got back to his temporary living space, he broke down almost immediately after entering the apartment. He was beyond exhausted and distraught over the day’s events. 

He struggled with finding the flow of Yoongi’s rap, causing them to re-record his parts several times. Then, halfway through their studio time, the whole Baekhyun situation settles in his mind, making him extremely sensitive.

He sighed heavily as he kicked his shoes off and started to wander around Yoongi’s apartment. He felt strange doing so, but he didn’t think it would hurt anything, seeing as he “lived” there. 

Yoongi’s space was oddly clean, which shouldn’t have been that surprising, but he never really gave much thought to Yoongi’s existence outside of their little tiffs during group hang outs. He walked into the bedroom and noticed something glimmering from under the bed. 

Part of him knew he shouldn’t snoop, but the other half was screaming to investigate. His curiosity got the better of him and he scurried towards the bed frame and dropped to his knees, rummaging around beneath it. He felt something smooth and glossy against his fingertips and quickly tugged it out from under the bed. 

It was a journal of some sort. The light in the room bounced off the surface, mimicking the shimmer he’d seen earlier. Again, despite knowing he shouldn’t invade Yoongi privacy, something told him to do so anyway.

He flipped through the book’s pages, skimming through various notes and lyrics. He noticed some writing about himself he assumed, but the writing was pretty messy. He only caught a few phrases such as “He looked so beautiful,” or “Jimin’s dances so eloquently.”

Surely it wasn’t him, right? He and Yoongi fought all the time, his Hyung hated him right? He continued reading through the pages and his eyes landed on something stomach turning.

“B-baekhyun?”

He only got to read the first few lines before he heard his phone buzzing. Technically it was Yoongi’s phone, but he decided to answer it anyway.

“Hello?”

“Yoongi, baby,” a woman’s strangled voice came through the phone. “You have to come to the hospital, they’re threatening to kick me out! They’re hounding me about the bills again and I don’t know what to do, they won’t listen.”

It was Yoongi’s mother, it had to be.

“O-okay mom. I’ll be there soon.” It felt strange to call someone else mom, but he couldn’t focus on that now. He managed to calm Yoongi’s mother down slightly before hanging up with her and see aching through Yoongi’s phone for the hospital’s address.

Luckily his found the location saved in Yoongi GPS and hurried out the door. He didn’t even think to call Yoongi and ask if it was okay for him to handle the situation, his body just moved before his brain could make a choice.

~~~

Yoongi declined the fifth call from Jimin’s mom. The first time he’d picked up without thinking, he was berated but his mother, who said things like, “You really should be focusing on your studies, instead of that stupid hobby of yours.” And “Your father and I aren’t paying for you to dance, we’re paying for you to go to school to get a degree and carry on the family name.”

Flustered, Yoongi hung up the phone and refused to answer it after that. After a while, the rapid texts came rolling in, giving Yoongi a massive headache. He eventually turned it off and return to the practice room, where the rest of Jimin’s dance team was. Their coach was there too and he looked none to pleased with Yoongi.

“Look Jimin,” the coach sighed solemnly, “I don’t know what’s going on with you in your personal life, but we need your head in the game. You’re our good luck charm and centerpiece this year. We need you here with us.”

“Yeah Jiminie, we’ve worked so hard to get here, we have to win!” Hoseok chirped

The coach nodded his head, “Hoseok-ah is right. This year is particularly important because of the agency scouters that are going to be there this year.”

“Not to mention we’ve won three years in a row.” Hoseok chimes in again.

Yoongi laughed nervously, “Ha. Right. I’m sorry guys, I’ll work harder and do my best in the competition.”

“That’s our Jimin.” The coach chuckled warmly before dismissing them for the night. 

Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief when he returned to Jimin’s apartment. It still felt weird changing apartments, but he supposed it would be weird for “Yoongi” to be in Jimin and Taehyung’s apartment. Yoongi hopped in the shower, purposely ignoring the fact that he was touching Jimin’s naked body. He shivered at the thoughts stampeding through his mind and quickly got out of the shower and dressed himself. 

He made some food and carried it towards the bedroom, not really caring if Jimin would disapprove. He debated on stopping by his own apartment a bit later as sat on Jimin’s bed and shoveled food into his mouth. He leaned back onto the numerous pillows squished up against the headboard and felt something hard resting against his thigh. 

“Oh god no-” Yoongi whispered to himself as he reached down to pick up the firm object. Yoongi furrowed his brows as he brought it into view, it was a book. A bright pink journal with a matching puffy pink pen strapped to the side of it. Yoongi snorted at the item, finding it almost comical, like something a teenage girl would have in a movie. 

Although he shouldn’t look through it, he decided to do so anyway. He flipped through the pages, the frown on his face gradually deepening. He hadn’t expected to read about Jimin’s struggles with dancing and his parents. According to the writing, Jimin was frequently the one to help the team win with his graceful dancing, but it came with a lot of pressure. He’d practice for months in advance, while also dealing with his disapproving parents constantly harassing him about school. He and the others knew Jimin came from money, but none of them knew about the amount of stress he was under. Yoongi could sympathize...

“Wow.” He whispered

Yoongi finished his food and decided to go touch base with Jimin and maybe talk about things, so he could better understand the boy. 

~~~

Chapter Text

“Thank you,” Jimin murmured before he turned and walked towards the room Yoongi’s mom resided in. Upon entering, Jimin’s breath hitched at the sight in front of him.

 Yoongi’s mom was hooked up to several IV drips and a heart monitor. She was sitting elevated so she could see her surroundings. 

“Hey baby,” she called weakly

Jimin’s knees buckled, but he shuffled over to the bed. “Hey mom, how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay, just worried.”

“Everything’s gonna be okay, I promise.” Jimin wiped the tears from the corners of the woman’s eyes and smiled lightly. “I had the nurses draw up the paperwork now.”

Jimin has to do something about this. He couldn’t stand by and allow this poor, sick woman to suffer anymore than she already has, especially knowing it was Yoongi mother.

He’d get the breakdown of all the charges and pay for everything up front. Luckily he never used the money from the trust fund his parents set up for him before he went away to college. He’d fill out the necessary paperwork and deal with his parents scolding later.

“Baby,” 

“Yeah?” Jimin murmured shyly

“Tell me some more stories about that boy you’re always gushing over. Oh what was his name again, Jimin?”

Jimin froze in shock, his face becoming extremely pink. “W-what are you talking about mom. I don’t fish over Jimin.”

“Yes you do! Just admit it, you like him!” Yoongi’s mother giggled softly, making Jimin even more flustered.

It couldn’t be true, could it? Yoongi and him always fight, how would Yoongi have anything good to say about him?

Suddenly he remembered the journal… Yoongi wrote things about him on there. None of this made sense!

“W-well, we fight a lot. The last fight we had was really bad.” Jimin admitted, eyes downcast.

“Oh no, what happened?”

“He started picking at me, taking jokes too far, so I went right back at him. He got mad and well… things weren’t great after that.” Jimin sighed, “I- he made me upset, more than I expected.”

“Oh baby, I’m sorry that happened.” Yoongi’s mom gave him a pleading looks and reached for his hand, which Jimin accepted.

“He such a sweet and caring guy to others, but he never seems to notice me and it hurts- a lot. He’s hard working, kind, always putting his friends and family first and I just give him trouble because I’m scared.”

Jimin realizes he isn’t talking about himself, he’s talking about Yoongi. He’s never stopped to give the elder a chance, but in the time they’ve been switched, he’s learned so much about Yoongi. He’s really a good guy and is going through a lot in his personal life and Jimin’s always given him a hard time. 

“I’m no better than B-baekhyun” Jimin whispered. Thankfully Yoongi’s mom didn’t hear him. 

Jimin sniffed, suddenly feeling really bad. “I don’t deserve him.”

Yoongi’s mother frowned, “That’s not true Yoongi. Just because you’re relationship isn’t the best now, doesn’t mean you don’t have time to change things and make it better. You work so hard and love your friends to a fault, I highly doubt you’re going to let him slip through your fingers, not with the way you talk about him.”

“You think so?” Jimin didn’t realize how deep Yoongi’s feelings probably run.

“I know so baby.”

Jimin smiled and nodded. Soon after, the nurse he’d talked to earlier walked in and said, “Here’s the rundown of all the patient’s bills.”

“Thank you, I’d actually like to pay everything in full, if that’s possible.”

The nurse looked surprised and so did his mother.

“What? But how Yoongi?”

Jimin smiles back at the woman, “Don’t worry mom, I’ll explain everything soon.”

~~~

“Jimin!” Yoongi called out, banging on his apartment door. He’d been at the front door for over twenty minutes, with no response. 

“H-hey.” Yoongi turned and saw Jimin jogging up behind him. 

“Where were you?” 

Jimin scratches the back of his neck, “Come inside, we can talk more.”

Yoongi nodded and follow Jimin into his own apartment. They settled down on the couch and awkwardly glancing at each other.

“Soooo,” Yoongi hummed.

Jimin nibbled at his lip, “You’re mom, she called.”

Yoongi looked worried, “Oh no, what happened?”

“Well,” Jimin paused, he looked up at Yoongi and saw his anxious expression. He had to tell him.

“There were threatening to kick her out of the hospital.”

Yoongi clenched his jaw, “Okay.”

“I-I know I should’ve called you, I shouldn’t have gotten involved but- I acted without thinking.”

“What did you do?” Yoongi looked apprehensive.

“I may have… helped you… pay for everything?”

Yoongi blinked, staring numbly at the younger. “What?”

“I-I paid for everything.”

“How? But you-“

“My parents set up a trust fund for me to go to school, but I never used it. So, I used that money to pay for your mom’s hospital bills and there’s more should you need to pay for anything else.” Jimin rambled, trying to get everything out before Yoongi got upset.

“I don’t understand, you could’ve gone to a good college.” Yoongi looked dumbfounded, despite knowing about Jimin’s suffocating parents.

“I could’ve, but my parents… they would’ve pressured me into studying law or medicine.” Jimin sighed, “They don’t exactly approve of my dancing.”

“But you’re amazing, how could they not approve or at the very least be proud?”

Jimin shrugged, “They just think it’s a waste of time. They don’t believe I can make a career out of it. And they hound me constantly about dropping dance, but the thing is, I’ve never made them pay a dime for it. I paid for everything dance related without their help.”

That explained why his mom was harassing him throughout this whole situation.

“That’s so fucked up,” Yoongi growled, making Jimin laugh.

“Look at you being protective,” Jimin teased, “I thought you hated my guts.”

Yoongi looked down bashfully, “I’m not being protective, just saying… and I don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Hate you. I don’t. I actually have a lot of respect for you.” Yoongi player with his fingers, “Sure, you’re a pain in the ass, but I see how hard you work, despite the odds being against you.”

Jimin was taken aback. “I-I mean I could say the same for you too.”

“What do you mean?”

“You work so hard to take care of your mom. You put up with the assholes at work, because you know it’ll be worth it in the end. You’re chasing your dream, never once groveling or cow towing to someone else to make it in the music world. You stick by your friends and look out for them, even me.” Jimin avoided eye contact, too shy to face Yoongi after spilling so much.

“Wow.” Yoongi murmured, “I didn’t think you paid attention.”

“I did and didn’t… but being you, I’ve learned a few things.”

Yoongi chuckled, “Fair enough. I’ve learned a thing or two myself, so I can understand.”

They both laughed, stealing glances at each other. Yoongi grabbed Jimin’s hand and said, “Thank you. For taking care of my mom.”

“Y-yeah no problem.” Jimin stammered, eyes focusing in on their intertwined hands. They talked for a bit longer before deciding to part ways for the night. 

“Are you sure you don’t wanna stay?” Jimin pressed.

“I’m sure. Don’t want one of the guys to show up and suspect anything, right?” Yoongi laughed awkwardly.

“Oh yeah. You’re right.” Jimin forgot, they had to keep up appearances. He was disappointed. “Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” Yoongi whispered.

“Be safe.” Jimin said, waving goodbye. 

“I will.” Yoongi waved with a small smile.

~~~

Once Yoongi got back to the shared apartment, he practiced the dance routine for the competition the following morning. He would do Jimin proud, he had too. As he practiced he heard faint rumbling in the distance, like thunder.

Meanwhile, Jimin was huddled in Yoongi’s blankets, reading up on Byun Baekhyun. He was touted as one of the best lawyers in South Korea. Squeaky clean reputation, something was fishy. Jimin cross examined articles and Yoongi’s notes. 

According to Yoongi, two other secretaries he’d worked with previously, stopped coming to work. He’d heard gossip traveling around the firm about the women, something about them being let go after making claims of sexual assault.

Jimin chewed around his lip. This was some heavy accusations, but what if they were true? Jimin read more of Yoongi’s notes and found out how much of a scumbag Baekhyun really was. Jimin knew he probably shouldn’t get involved in Yoongi’s life anymore than he already has but… he had to do this.

He created a plan that would scare Baekhyun into leaving Yoongi and the other secretaries alone for good. It was one in the morning when he finally settled down to sleep. As he was drifting off, he remembered something, dreadfully important. 

The dance competition. How could he have forgotten.

~~~

First thing the next morning, Jimin called Yoongi, waiting impatiently for him to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Hyung!”

Yoongi groaned through the phone, “What? Why are you being so loud?” 

“I need to ask something of you. Something really important.”

“Okay?”

Jimin took a deep breath, “pull out of the competition.”

There was a long pause before Yoongi replied, “What?”

“I completely forgot about the dance competition until early this morning. Please, don’t go.”

“Why? You afraid I’m gonna embarrass you?” Yoongi questioned sourly.

“What? No!” Jimin exclaimed. “It’s just so last minute and you haven’t had nearly enough time to practice the choreography. It took me months to learn and perfect, it’s unfair of me to ask you to cram learning in such a small time frame.”

“But… this competition means everything to you and your team. This year is important- what about the scouts?”

“Fuck the scouting. You’re well being is more important to me than that.” Jimin stated 

“Really?” Yoongi muttered

Jimin flushed, “Yeah, of course.” 

“Ah, hey I gotta go. See you later?”

Jimin smiles to himself, “yeah.”

After they hung up, Jimin gazed out the window, noticing the sky was overcast.

“I hope it doesn’t rain too hard today.” Jimin got up and got ready to carry out Yoongi’s daily routine. He wondered if Yoongi would still go to the competition to watch Hoseok, they’d have to come up with an excuse to tell the team later on, but that could wait. Right now it was time to take care of Baekhyun once and for all.

~~~

Jimin took a deep breath before entering the law firm. This was it. He did his normal duties throughout the day, waiting for an opening. Baekhyun seemed to still be pissed, but eventually he beckoned Jimin into his office.

“Yoongi, I’d like to talk to you about yester-“

“Actually I wanted to talk to you about yesterday as well.” Jimin cut in

Baekhyun seemed caught off guard, “Oh?”

“I plan to report you for your inappropriate behavior and advances towards me while on the firm’s grounds. If I remember correctly, fraternizing in the workplace is against company policy.”

“Yoongi, you blowing all of this out of proportion.”

Jimin snickered, “Like hell I am. And I’m not alone in this.”

Baekhyun looked at him cautiously, unsure of what he meant.

“The others that you harassed and got fired are willing to testify too.”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit excessive? Besides, nothing happened between me and those women,so there’d be no real case anyway.” Baekhyun reasoned

“You wanna bet?” Jimin sneered “You don’t even know the best part.”

“And what’s that?” Baekhyun mused 

“The form has cameras everywhere . Lucky for me, I got footage of you being more than friendly with ex female employees.”

“You’re bluffing, there’s no way you got footage of anything!” Baekhyun shouted, noticing people beginning to gather outside his office. “Besides, you don’t have access to the tapes anyway, your just a secretary.”

He was right. Jimin has nothing, but he had to make him slip up and admit to his wrongdoings.

“Yeah I’m a secretary, a secretary with evidence of you engaging in sexual relations at work. Not only that, but the reports filed against those women were started by you!  Not to mention the gossip, cool bragging right huh? Destroying people’s reputations and walking away with and even better one.”

Something cracked in Baekhyun, Jimin could see it in his eyes. 

“Look, it wasn’t like that.” 

Jimin quirked a brow, “Then what was it like?”

Baekhyun sighed, “The boss was suspicious and I had to cover my tracks. I was threatened with being debarred, I had no other choice. I worked too hard to get here.”

“Yeah, by stepping on other people’s necks. And yes, you did have another choice, you shouldn’t have done those things to begin with. Then none of this would be happening.” 

“What do you mean?”

Jimin pulled out his phone to reveal he had been on a call with their boss, secretly exposing him. “Did you hear all that?” Jimin asked, glancing at Baekhyun dismissively.

“I did, thank you for bringing this to my attention Yoongi-ah. My team and I will be in touch.”

“Thank you.” Jimin smiles as he hung up the phone. “You see, all this could’ve been prevented if you’d just followed the rules like a good little lawyer. Have fun scraping the reputation off the floor Baekhyun-nim.”

Without another word, Jimin left the office and returned to his desk. He ignored Baekhyun the rest of the time, but relished in the occasional congratulatory pat on the back from Yoongi’s co-workers.

He could wait to tell Yoongi about what happened. He smiled to himself as he gazed out of the wall length window on their floor. He noticed it had gotten more overcast, dark grey clouds slowly rolling in. 

“Hopefully I can beat the rain.”

~~~

Yoongi was about the leave the Jimin’s and go down to the dance studio to join the rest of the dance team on their shuttle bus to the competition venue. He’d practiced well into the night and for a good part of the morning. He was sore, but his was sharp with the choreography fresh in his mind.

As he stepped out of the building, he was greeted with a middle aged woman, uppercrust looking. Her clean cut attire didn’t match her harsh, unforgiving face, more specifically her eyes. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun, stray hairs gelled down. It was Jimin’s mother.

“There you are.” She sneered, “You haven’t been answering your phone.”

“Sorry, I was busy. ” Yoongi answered half heartedly.

“With that foolish dancing I assume?”

Yoongi sighed, “It’s not foolish. It’s beautiful and something I love doing. In fact, my team and I are entering a competition today.”

The woman’s expression twisted into one of disgust, “Your father and I aren’t paying for you to indulge your hobby, we’re paying for your studies.”

Yoongi huffed and rolled his eyes, “Your not paying for anything related to my dancing. He- I’ve worked, and paid for everything, because I love dancing. You have no right to decide what I do with my life, when you aren’t paying or supporting it.”

Jimin’s mother looked shocked, then angry. “How dare you speak to me that way. I’m your mother, you should show some respect.”

Yoongi held back a laugh. “Respect is earned, not just given because of status, whether it’s financially or familial. You hound me to follow a path I wasn’t meant for, have no faith in or respect for me, but you want my respect?”

Jimin’s mother resolve seemed to start cracking. “Jimin, baby we love you. We want to succeed and do something with your life, but dancing won’t get you there.”

“ Where is that exactly? You view of success and mine are two different things… and you’re wrong. Dance has opened up so many opportunities for me, helped me meet so many new people, and making unforgettable memories.” 

The woman sighed and threw her hands up in surrender. “Fine. I know I’m not going to change your mind, but just remember, you’ll always have another path to fall back on.”

Yoongi blinked in surprise, he expected Jimin’s mother to cut ties or escalate the argument. “Really?”

“Of course hunny,” the mom pulled Yoongi in for a hug. “We love you, despite what you may think. We just want what’s best for you dear. We don’t want to see you struggle like we did.”

After that, Jimin’s mother left, wishing him luck in the competition. Yoongi waved with a smile, before making his way down the street to the studio. He looked up, noting the dark, ominous clouds hovering over the city. He prayed it wouldn’t rain, considering he didn’t grab an umbrella on his way out.

~~~

Come on Hyung, we’re gonna be late!” Jungkook shouted, banging on Yoongi’s apartment door. Jimin emerged, utterly confused.

“For what? We didn’t have plans… did we?”

“The dance competition? We go every year.” Jungkook reminded.

Jimin furrowed his brows, “We do?”

Taehyung piped up, “Yeah, you haven’t let us miss one yet.”

“Right, you’re always after us to be on time so we can watch Jimin and Hobi compete.” Namjoon added

Jimin waved their comments off, laughing lightly. “You guys are just messing with me, funny prank guys.”

“Hyung, come on. Was what happened between you and Jimin that bad?” Taehyung asked.

Jimin looked at his friends, floored as he whispered, “You’re serious.”

“Yes, we are now come on.” Jin scolded, dragging Jimin out of the apartment. 

They made it to the venue just in time to get seats before the performances started. Luckily, they were fairly close to the stage. Jimin felt like he was floating, it was surreal sitting in the crowd for the competition he usually performs for. 

The other acts performed, earning cheers and claps from the stands. Finally, it was Jimin team’s turn to go. He was nervous, he was supposed to be the main focus this year and without that, their team will have to cover drastically in such short notice. 

The lights dimmed and the music started. The curtains were raised to reveal Jimin or on this case, Yoongi standing in the middle of the stage. Jimin’s eyes blew wide. 

‘He said he wouldn’t perform! What about Hobi-Hyung, didn’t I tell him-“ Jimin remembered that he didn’t actually text Hoseok like he’d planned to.

“Shit.” Jimin whispered

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung asked

Jimin panicked, “Ah, it’s nothing.”

Jimin watched Yoongi worriedly, anxious to see what he’d do. To his surprise, Yoongi started dancing, pretty well too considering he’d had little to no time to learn the choreo. 

Meanwhile on stage, Yoongi was feeling out the movements, trying to make them his when he noticed the boys in the crowd, specifically Jimin. Yoongi tripped slightly, recovering quickly. He started to lose focus, eyeing Jimin fearfully. He cursed the others for dragging him to the competition. 

He saw Jimin motioning for him to continue, almost as if he were trying to guide him through the moves from his seat.

Jungkook nudged Jimin and snickered, “Since when did you learn the dance?”

Jimin flushed, “I-I saw Hoseok practicing in the studio the other day.”

“A likely story.” The younger joked, eyeing his Hyung.

Jimin started up at Yoongi intently, hoping the other could understand him, like some telepathy shit; not hearing the low rumbles of thunder in the distance. Yoongi did understand, he had to keep going, even if it wasn’t perfect, he had to keep going. So he did just that, following the choreo to best of his ability and even making up some of his own moves along the way. Soon, the other joined in for the major parts of the dance, flowing perfectly together.

By the end of it, everyone was standing and cheering for them, Jimin especially. He was jumping up and down, screaming loudly, ignoring his friend’s laughter. He was so proud of Yoongi, he’d done something way beyond Jimin’s expectations and thoroughly impressed him. He couldn’t wait to talk to his Hyung after the award ceremony.

The announcer eventually came on stage with the judge’s results,

“And the winning team is… Neuron!”

The crowd roared, claps ringing out ferociously in tandem with the thunder increasing in volume. Hoseok jumped onto Yoongi’s back, hugging him tight. The rest of the team joined the embrace, some cheering, while others cried.

They were handed an award along with a microphone. Hoseok looked and Yoongi and passed the mic to him.

“Me?” Yoongi whispered

Hoseok nodded, “Yes! You were our centerpiece and with those freestyled moves, you deserve to give the speech.”

“B-but,”

“Go!”

Yoongi looked out at the sea of people, nervous. Jimin watched him keenly, but before Yoongi could say a word, the rumbling of the incoming storm and turned into somewhat of an earthquake. People were concerned, yelling in surprise and holding onto one another.

Yoongi was terrified, though he never broke eye  contact with him. Then, a flash of white enveloped Yoongi’s vision and when he opened his eyes, he was no longer on stage, he was sitting with his friends in the crowd.

“You okay Hyung?” Jungkook inquired 

“Y-yeah. I’m okay.” Yoongi looked around, completely dazed. He glanced up at the stage and saw Jimin was in the same condition. The younger man locked eyes with him and blinked out of his confusion.

“I-I’d like to thank my coach and fellow teammates working so hard and looking after each other. I’d also like to thank someone that’s helped give me a different view of the world.” Jimin smiled, still gazing at Yoongi “They were someone I never thought had a single obstacle in their path, but they taught me so much. They- you gave me the opportunity to do things I never dreamed would happen and gave me new insight. Seeing You work relentlessly through so many trials and tribulations, you made me want to stay sharp, work even harder, and become a better, more understanding person and for that, I’d like to thank you.”

The crowd howled and whistles as the boys bowed and waved, shouting their thanks. Yoongi was shocked, waves of joy and anxiety flowing through him like water in a faucet. The others made their way to the exit of the stage, waiting for their friends to come out. Yoongi joined them, much to everyone’s surprise.

When the team emerged from the doors, the other boys tackled Hoseok and Jimin immediately, congratulating them. They laughed and thanked their friends, but Jimin managed to break free and subtly motioned for Yoongi to follow him backstage.

Everyone was to preoccupied cheering to notice Yoongi slipping past them and through the doors.

Well… almost everyone.

Jimin was there, waiting for Yoongi. When they reunited, Jimin pulled Yoongi into a hug right away. “You’re insane. Thank you so much Hyung.”

Yoongi chuckled, “I am and you’re welcome.”

Jimin retracted a bit, “I thought you said you wouldn’t perform, you promised!”

“I did no such thing.” Yoongi laughed, “I wasn’t about to drop the competition without putting on a good show.”

“You did too! You did so well, I didn’t realize you could dance.” Jimin gushed and teased, “You should join the team.”

“Ah, I’m really not. I only did well because I practiced no stop last night and this morning. I’m glad I did right by the choreography, even if it wasn’t perfect.” 

Jimin shook his head. “It was perfect Hyung. You slight changes made the piece flow even better than the original.”

“You mean it?” Yoongi murmured 

“Of course,” Jimin smiled shyly. “But why? Why were you so determined to do this for me?”

Before Yoongi could reply, a man walked up behind Jimin and tapped him on the shoulder. “Excuse me, I hate to interrupt, but I wanted to give you my business card.” The man handed Jimin a card for BIGHIT Entertainment. “I know you’re still a college student, but please, give us a call, we’d love to work something out for you to secure a position with us before you graduate.”

With that the man excused himself, leaving the two alone again. Jimin turned back around, eyes wide and hands shaking.

“H-Hyung look! Someone scouted me!”

Yoongi smiled fondly, “That’s why.”

“Huh?”

“That’s why I competed, even though you told me not to. You and the others had scouts from several major companies watching, I couldn’t let you pass up a chance at following your dream of being a dance instructor.” 

“Wait, how’d you-“ 

Yoongi laughed, “You know, a pink journal with a matching pen is a bit cliche, don’t you think?” 

Jimin’s face changed from one of surprise, to one of happiness. He swatted playfully and the elder, “Min Yoongi!” 

Yoongi chortled again. “What? It’s true!”

“Well,” Jimin mused, “you aren’t much better.. not with those sappy notes about me.”

Yoongi flushed, “How-“

“Shiny books are easily found when light reflects on them the right way.” Jimin teased

“Alright, you caught me.”

Jimin giggled, “They were really sweet, the things you wrote I mean.”

“Gah! Stop teasing already!” 

“I mean it Hyung. Did you really mean those things?”

There was a long pause before Yoongi replies. “Of course I meant them.”

“Does that mean-“

“Soooo,” A voice sang, “I seen our two are getting along.”

It was Jin. He appeared behind Yoongi, grinning slyly. He looked both boys up and down before saying, “I assume everything is… switched back to normal?”

Jimin and Yoongi gave Jin a wary look. Jimin responded, “Yeah, I-I guess so.”

“Good! I’m glad.” Jin chuckled lightly, though it felt more ominous than playful. “Oh! I meant to ask, how were the fortune cookies?”

“Fortune cookies?” The boys asked in unison.

“The fortune cookies you had from the Chinese place a few days ago?”

“Why are you asking us about that now?” Yoongi questioned.

Jin hummed with a knowing smile, “Ah, I must’ve forgotten to mention- my grandmother makes them herself, old family recipe and all. I’ve been learning it recently myself.”

Disbelief washed over Yoongi and Jimin’s faces.