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Jimin’s on his way home from his dance studio when he sees him the first time. It had been a long day with Hoseok not being his usual heart-smiley self. But Jimin couldn’t blame Hobi for his growing frustrations considering that their university’s top dance majors were putting on their annual showcase at the end of the month. He leave’s practice in a white, deep-v necked t-shirt and his shortest pair of black dance shorts (he’d originally bought them to get Hoseok’s attention, but that was before he’d started dating his best friend/roommate Taehyung). Jimin would have been fine wearing the shorts if his junior, Jungkook, hadn’t hidden his favorite jeans (probably as some shitty prank in cahoots with Yugyeom) forcing him to wear the shorts home.
The stranger’s height was short in stature, but Jimin couldn’t really speak much on it considering that the guy looked to be Jimin’s height with maybe a centimeter’s difference—he couldn’t really tell from where he stood on the steps leading to the platform. Considering the time of day, there weren’t really that many people around. If the fact that the man was the only person sitting by themselves didn’t draw Jimin’s attention to him, his obvious beauty sure did. Walking down the stairs—but staying a reasonable, and what he deemed an unnoticeable, distance away from the stranger—Jimin silently observed the other. The man had beautiful pale skin. Almost like sugar, Jimin thought to himself. He figured the fair-skinned stranger was close to his age and his blonde hair was definitely suiting. He had a pair of headphones shoved into piercing-lined ears, seemingly paying no attention to his surroundings and the college junior watching him from a distance.
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Yoongi’s headed home from the recording studio when he notices the really cute, yet simultaneously hot kid at his usual subway stop. The boy was beautiful, especially in his white top that accidentally dipped a bit too low (or maybe it was intentional), showing off the kid’s tanned collarbones and a dangerously sexy pair of ebony shorts cut off right above a pair of thighs thick enough to choke him (but he wasn’t about to indulge his kinky fantasies over a complete stranger). The stranger also had a pair of luscious lips and an even more plump rear. Shit, Yoongi thought as he briefly made eye contact with the stranger, ignoring the brief, hurt feeling in his chest as the other quickly averted his gaze. Yoongi attributed the response to his tough, intimidating demeanor. It wouldn’t be the first time. In all honesty, Yoongi wasn’t really that tough, he just had a rather rough exterior that came with struggling to make ends meet as a young, 24-year-old producer in Seoul, fresh off the bus from Daegu. It didn’t help that Joonie had suddenly become preoccupied with his new boyfriend Seokjin. Not that Yoongi didn’t like Jin—he was like a mother to him (something he also gave the older a lot of shit for despite how grateful he also was for his concerns). Jin’s growing presence just meant that his best friend spent less time in the studio producing with Yoongi, and more time making out with his beautiful significant other. When Yoongi’s train finally arrives, he watches the stranger step into the car directly behind his as their paths diverge for the night.