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There were many things no one knew about Min Yoongi. He had a little sister no one knew about, he was pansexual, he's surprisingly smart when he wants to be, the list goes on. However, despite all these unexpected facts, no one could've ever expected for him to be a decent dancer. Scratch that, a really fucking good dancer.
He has a lethargic look to him, with sharp eyes and pale skin. His movements are slow and patient. He sleeps a lot, but still ends up with dark bags under his eyes. His hair is always a mess of black strands, looking as if he just woke up. If anything, he seemed like the type to do absolutely nothing.
Of course, though, once he joined Big Hit and eventually Bangtan, everyone knew he was good at rapping and being a smartass. A sweetheart on the inside and a savage on the outside, there were so many things that not a single human being knew about him.
Said to be lazy on interviews and basically anything documented, Min Yoongi was quite the opposite. With composing and writing songs along with learning the difficult choreography, he had a lot on his plate. But despite having a considerable amount of work on his shoulders as well as his bandmates, he was always trying to improve even more. He was usually the last one left in the dance studio with Jimin and sometimes Jin, even beating the former in regards to who was the last one remaining.
Jimin thought that Yoongi would return to the dorms an hour or so after him, but on the contrary, he didn't return until dawn.
Yoongi loved to dance. It had been that way since as far back as he could remember. He was a timid kid though, so the only people who knew about this hobby were his family, and they didn't even know that it was to this great of an extent. They thought he only enjoyed swaying to the music, nothing too complex. Howbeit, that was as far as the truth could get. Yoongi absolutely adored sharp and challenging choreography. That was part of the reason why he loved BTS so much.
He didn't let anyone know that of course, as he needed to keep his reputation as the cold, hardcore rapper Min Suga. Definitely not because he was bullied for liking dance, no, not at all.
He was an ambitious child back then too. He practiced nonstop, even at recess during his first few years at elementary school. He lacked skills, and he had zero experience to show for it, and the kids quickly latched onto that weak spot of his.
Taunting him for trying something so silly, so unorthodox, they stuck their tongues out at him and laughed in his face as he scowled and tried to hold his ground. But he never succeeded in the end, too many words being thrown at him that made his confidence in dance drop more and more.
And yet, he continued to try and learn dance. He no longer showed his family what he had learned that day. They assumed the interest faded away, as it usually does for most children. But behind the scenes, he'd practice in the empty science lab of his school. He would bring his rather beat up iPod Touch and play melodies that seemed to never end. He liked it that way.
When he returned home after those practices every day, he told his mom he had hung out with friends, that they were just running outside a lot, which was why he was sweating so much. Of course, she believed it and gushed at how her son was finally making friends. (He wasn't. He was quiet and had resting bitch face even at that age. No one ever came near him.)
Even as his love grew, and he slowly began to improve and have it classify as a talent, he never showed anyone. Sixth grade, ninth grade, twelfth grade...he worked but never showed it off. He still believed he was terrible at dance, practicing only because it was fun and it was some kind of exercise.
So he kept this particular interest to himself, choosing only to let it show when no one was around.
That time happened to be from twelve till five in the morning, taking away any chance of sleep he wished for. But he preferred it that way, having a love for dance that nothing could ever compare to.
So when all the members (including Jimin) finally left the dance studio, he would change their song to ones of different genres. EDM, r&b, even contemporary music would flow throughout the studio until the sun rose just above the horizon.
The dance studio was much bigger than the old science labs he practiced in. It was easier to move around, and he didn't have to watch for expensive microscopes or glass beakers. His appreciation would never be voiced, but the strength in his movements was enough. No one would know of course, but he truly was grateful for the space he had been given.
Now he was dancing freestyle to some ZICO song at 3am, not really focusing on anything around him. The music did most of the work, his body merely listening and turning to every beat that dropped. He seemed to be on autopilot, but at the same time, he knew what he was doing.
Jimin had left an hour or so beforehand, wishing Yoongi a good night as he continued to practice the choreography for their new song that was coming out soon. But after getting to the dorm and quietly running around to try and find his missing device for a good hour and a half, the vocalist realized he had to go back to the dance studio to get his phone.
Was Yoongi aware of this? Fuck no. He thought Jimin was gone for the rest of the night. So once said boy had left, the rapper changed their music playlist to that of hiphop and varying genres, just like any other night. He let his body move freely to no real choreography.
When Jimin came around back to the dance studio, he was surprised to hear vicious rapping and a catchy melody flowing through the speakers. He peeked into the main room, his eyes going wide when he saw him.
Adorned in black leggings and a grey striped shirt, Yoongi matched every beat that the song emitted. His movements were sharp and calculated, so in sync that it was scary. His body twisted in a strangely graceful way to the rap and melody of the song, his footwork quick and unyielding.
That's when Jimin realize how exhausted the older man looked. He was drenched in sweat, hair clinging to his forehead. Dark bags hid under his eyes that were drooping ever so slowly. He had the enthusiasm and want to dance, but his body desperately needed rest.
So hesitantly, the contemporary dancer stepped into the main room. He cleared his throat awkwardly, wringing his hands together as he awaited a response.
Yoongi immediately stopped when he heard the sound that was definitely not in the song. His movements halted, music forgotten as he met eyes with Jimin. Embarrassed, the Daegu man coughed and turned off the music that was only filling up the awkward silence.
"Sorry...about that," he spoke lowly, wiping a towel onto his forehead as his eyes locked into the floorboards.
"You never told us you were good at dancing," Jimin only said, his eyes sparkling in awe. "Why didn't you tell us?"
Yoongi chewed his lip, rocking back and forth on his heels as he thought over the question. "I'm not good at dancing."
The other's eyebrows shot up in shock, stepping closer. "I call bullshit. That was amazing! Why didn't you tell us?" he pressed, now only a foot or so away from him.
"I-" Yoongi cleared his throat, trying again. "I'm not that good, honestly. It isn't anything that spectacular or decent so it isn't important."
Jimin finally saw the nervous lip biting and loss of eye contact. He figured something had happened that made Yoongi have zero confidence in dancing, and it broke his heart.
"Listen," he said gently, reaching out and pressing his palms on either side of Yoongi's face. "You're good at dancing. Like, really good." He tilted the other's head back so they could see each other's gazes.
Once Yoongi saw the truth and sincerity in Jimin's eyes, his lip trembled as his eyes widened. "Do you mean that?" He asked quietly, a childish kind of tone that made Jimin smile at him fondly.
"Yes. With all my heart," he stated, and when he saw the other's eyes glisten as tears began to roll down his face, he brought him in for a hug.
"I've worked so much for this and I- I didn't think I was good," Yoongi mumbled into Jimin's neck, eyes squeezed shut. "For fifteen years... I never showed anyone."
Jimin held him tighter. "You're so talented. I don't know what happened to make you lose confidence, but you need to show people how absolutely amazing you are at dancing!" he urged into Yoongi's ear. "Was that your own choreography?"
He blushed at the burst of compliments, and shyly he told him that it was freestyle. "I never really plan out a pattern. I just... do it."
"Jesus, how did-- never mind, come on we have to get you back to the dorm." Jimin gently ruffled Yoongi's hair, nudging him to get up from leaning into him.
He complied, reluctantly pulling away as he blinked his eyes sleepily, exhaustion finally hitting him. He reached for Jimin's hand, intertwining their fingers without a second thought. He allowed himself to be dragged along, the other boy picking up his bag and water bottle.
Once they walked back into the outside chill of Seoul, Yoongi basically clung to his side to keep from dozing off.
Jimin found it cute.