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Previous Chapter: 1
Part: Chapter 2
Next Part: 3
Warning: Some cursing, a little yoonmin (couldn't help myself), some gay stuff,
Info: Yoongi x Arlene ( random person i made up )
"Hana... Dul... Set," I counted, re-starting the choreography as soon as i got back to the studio. I watched the beginning part i couldn't understand a few times while walking back from the cafe, and though it didn't help much, the coffee was all the push i needed. Maybe i missed a few steps, but for the next hour, i was on a roll.
"Yeodeol... Ahop... yeol," I finished, dropping to the floor mid choreo, and realizing I'd gotten it down.
"You finally got it! I'm so happy," A voice chimed from the door. I shook my head, letting sweat fly from it as i turned around to look at Jin. No doubt he'd come downstairs looking for me after noticing i wasn't in the room.
I tiredly reached my arm out for him to help me up, and he did, smiling down at me.
"Yea, I've been practicing all night. I couldn't sleep knowing that I'd have a lot of slack to pick up today, so i downed a coffee an hour ago and kept practicing."
"Wow, really?" Jin smiled. "I'm glad you took the initiative! Now, go wash up. I'm going to start breakfast now." He pushed me out the door, trailing behind me. I nodded, knowing that there was no reason to argue. I was drenched in sweat and hungry as fuck.
We both walked into the elevator to go up to our dorms. The quiet ride up had me thinking about that girl this morning. I had already told the security up front her name, so i knew that if she did come, then I'd see her. I found myself checking my phone throughout practicing, hoping that it would be 11 already. Looking at my phone one more time, i shook my head.
It was only 8:28am.
"Yoongi-yah," Jin sighed. "Why are you smiling so much? You haven't stopped since we got into the elevator." I shook my head and cleared my throat. I didn't exactly want to tell him that i met someone, but if she came then they'd see her anyways.
"I met a girl at the cafe-"
"Really?" Jin gassped. He's so over dramatic sometimes, but i get where he's coming from. I rarely take interest in anyone. I'm obsessed with writing and producing music, so much so that i rarely even remember how to show emotion or expression. I get mistaken for socially awkward, when in reality, i'm fine with being social, I'd just rather be social by choice.
"You only ever show interest in Jimin... So this is a shock." The elevator dinged, and we both got off. I didn't answer him back, not wanting to continue that conversation.
Jiminie. Yes, i only ever showed interest in him. He was very... different from the rest. He's passionate, light, and humble, yet fiery, competitive and has a bad temper at times. He loves dancing just as much as i love music, and i enjoy watching him practice when no one's around. I can't help but smile when i'm around him, and when we were trainees, we grew... very close...
I remember him crying with me one night. I didn't know why until i convinced him to tell me by just playing the piano. It calmed him down when i played and allowed him to think clearly. Even though he couldn't speak, he got up, and through tears he danced. I played for about five minutes as i watched him toss his body around, whimpering with each movement. He embraced himself, spun on his heals, clawed at his body, and eventually collapsed. He could barely keep his breathing steady as he banged his fists on the floor, tears slowly soaking it as he wept.
I stopped playing, crouching next to his exhausted body. He continued to bash the floor with his fist, until i grabbed them. I held them to my chest and just watched him shake his bowed head repeatedly. I waited for him to speak. I wouldn't force him.
"H-hyung..." He sighed through sobs. "They'll... hate m-me... They'll hate me!" He screamed, looking up at me. His face was beyond puffy. He was an adorable crier. "I'm not normal hyung... I'm not normal... I'm wrong..." He finished. I knew what he meant, and i couldn't force him to say it. I knew it would hurt too much.
I was similar to him. I wasn't gay or bi or straight. I like whoever i like and gender doesn't mean shit to me.
"Being gay is normal. Maybe to our elders it's not, but it is for us. Please relax Jiminie. I hate seeing you this broken. Do you want me to feel broken too-"
"No... never.." He whimpered. I pulled his arms over my shoulders and hugged him close until he fell asleep on my shoulder.
No one knew his secret for a long time except for me. He was so afraid- no, terrified, of what his parents would think. If his mom even looked at him funny, he'd break into a billion pieces. He was so delicate and precious, anything would affect him.
After his confession to me, a year later, Taehyung confessed to Jungkook, and then to the rest of us. That led to Taehyung and Jiminie getting close and confiding in each other. All of us accepted them, and that's all that matters.
I walked tiredly up the steps, heading to the shower in mine and Jiminie's room.
I cocked my head as i heard soft humming coming from our bathroom and smiled. So he was already showering. I threw my coat on my bed, then walked into the bathroom.
"Yoongie?" Jiminie asked, looking through the matte shower door.
"Yea Jiminie," I responded, taking off my shirt that clung to me due to my sweat. "There any room for me?" I asked before taking off my pants.
"Sure, come in." I could practically hear the smile on his face. I smiled aswell, taking off my pants and boxers, climbing into the shower. This was a normal sight for me, so i didn't really react much.
"Give me your wash cloth. Put some soap on it too." He nodded, his back still facing my as he washed his hair. He sat down, as did i, and i took the cloth and began scrubbing his back. His arms have always been too short to reach his whole back, so i wash it for him.
Once we were done, i wrapped a towel around his waist and mine, then we climbed out. I ruffled his hair and he smiled, walking into the room.
"Ah, i just woke up but i'm so tired," He sighed, throwing himself on his bed.
"I've been practicing the new dance all night, so i'm pretty tired aswell."
"What?" He pouted, looking up at me. I knew he was mentally scolding me but i didn't care. It had to be done, and all that work paid off.
I sat on his bed, our towels still around our waists as he scooted closer to lay his head in my lap. "It's fine, and i even got it down so don't worry-"
The door swung open, and Taehyungie peeped in. "Breakfast is ready- oh guys, can you not be gay for like 3min!"
"Aigo! You're one to talk!" Jiminie fired back, sitting up in my lap to further 'prove his point.' I just let the two bicker as i wrapped my arms around his waist. "Don't think i didn't hear you and Kookie last night-"
"Really? Oh you fucking pervert!"
"It's not my fault you guys are louder than the garbage truck at 2am!"
"Ya!" Tae shouted, slamming the door shut. Both Jiminie and I just laughed. I pushed him a little, telling him to get off me.
"I'm hungry. Let's get dressed and eat." He nodded, climbing off my lap and i couldn't help but sit there for a while longer, trying to calm myself down. Jesus why did he have to sit in my lap.
Breakfast was pretty normal, despite the usually bickering between the youngest ones. I barely paid any attention as i practically swallowed my food whole.
"Yoongi-ah met a girl this morning?!" I heard Taehyung shout. I tuned into the conversation as everyone stared at me, waiting for answers. Jesus
"Yes, and she's coming at 11-"
"What?!" They all shouted. Jin took the lead. "What do you mean?! You could've told me this in the elevator!"
"Would it have changed anything?" I asked calmly. He sighed and the others simply looked at me still in shock.
"Hyung?" Jiminie asked from next to me. I looked at him and he smiled, nodding as if to assure me that he was okay. I knew he loved me, as more than just a brother, but he knew that as idols, there was no way we'd be able to be together comfortably. "What's her name?"
"Arlene." I answered simply to him. He nodded, continuing.
"So she's not Korean," He asked, clearly telling that her name wasn't Korean. I shook my head and he went back to eating as normal.
"I can't wait to meet the girl. Hopefully we can trust her," Namjoonie chimed in. He was the leader. I couldn't blame him for being suspicious, but i didn't think she was harmful.
"She's a lot like me. She's a writer originally from America. She's also Spanish. That's about all the information i got before i left. I had to come back so you guys didn't worry about where i was, so i told her to come here later," I explained. Jiminie was quieter than usual and i sighed, leaning over to rest my chin on his shoulder and look up at him. He looked at me and smiled.
"Annyeong," he said cutely. I couldn't help but smile back, leaning up and pecking him on his lips quickly. His face instantly turned red and he went back to his food.
"Don't feel hurt Jiminie," I smiled, ruffling his hair. "You don't want me to feel hurt too, do you-"
"No... never... I'm honestly okay!" I nodded to him and continued my food.
yay chapter 2 okay done hope you enjoyed baiii!