Jimin has a stressful life, but he has someone who makes it easier for him. And someone who makes it a whole lot harder.

3 – JM focus

Aside from the morning, the remainder of Jimin's day was boring as hell. He shared one lesson with Taehyung plus lunch, most of which they spent studying anyway, so there really wasn't a lot of time to discuss the morning.

And it had been a pretty eventful morning. Personally, Jimin didn't think the kid, Jungkook, had been that attractive, but he had to admit, he had impeccable timing. That whole conversation was a minefield for taking the piss out of Taehyung, and Jimin couldn't believe he had to wait for English the next day to do it.

Jimin walked down the sidewalk that evening after school and knew he was a long way away from going home. It was dance practice for two hours, then study for another six hours, then a long bus journey home which brought him to 2 am. At least he was more used to it than last year. It had nearly killed him last year.

The dusky twilight already lit the street by the time Jimin got to the studio. He'd loved dancing since he was really little, and started getting lessons when he began middle school. Dancing was something he was passionate about, something he could throw his soul into. He pushed open the heavy doors and wandered into the changing rooms.

"Jimin!" A familiar voice greeted him chirpily as the door shut behind him. Jimin smiled. Hoseok was a year older than him, but they were still better friends than anyone else in Jimin's grade. He was an excellent dancer and an incredible choreographer, his creative mind never failing to completely astound Jimin. They chatted while they got changed, catching up about the summer and life in general. Hoseok didn't know about Yoongi; they weren't that close.

They walked together into the studio, which was freezing as usual. One wall was entirely mirrors and one wall was a window looking out onto the rest of the sports club: basketball courts, a football pitch, etc.

The rest of the students filtered in, followed by the teacher who was earlier than normal, but still about five minutes late. She started the music and Jimin danced everything he remembered from the previous term, which was, admittedly, quite a lot. He only slipped up twice (fewer times than everyone else, he thought) and was very out of breath when the song finished.

Everyone trudged over to fetch their water but Jimin moved closer to the window first to cool down. Despite the darkness, there was someone shooting hoops on one of the courts. After a few seconds of just watching, Jimin became engrossed, sharing in the player's delight when he scored and in his despair when he missed. Eventually, the player got tired enough to take off his hoodie and when he did, Jimin froze.

No wonder he had been so encapsulated by him. It was Yoongi. Because of course it was. It was everything Jimin could do not to break the glass. He was furious at himself for this. Over the summer, without constant exposure to the older boy, he could have sworn he had gotten over it. He was so excited to tell Taehyung that life was fine, easy again. He had strolled onto the bus with a spring in his step. A spring that was utterly obliterated as soon as he saw Yoongi again. Jimin just didn't think he was that weak.

Apparently, he fumed for a little bit too long, and he flinched when he felt Hoseok's hand on his shoulder.

"Jimin? Are you okay? Come on, we've got a rehearsal to get to."

Jimin danced for the rest of the session with fire and fury, unsure of any other time he had performed with that amount of fervour. At the end of the rehearsal, a fresh wave of annoyance overcame him as he remembered that the way out of the building meant passing the courts. There was a very, very low chance that Yoongi would acknowledge anyone walking past but in Jimin's opinion, the less time spent around him, the better.

Jimin got changed quickly and walked quickly out of the building without waiting for Hoseok or speaking to anyone. He didn't look up, but his ears formed an image with the sounds around him. He could hear the ball striking the tarmac repeatedly, Yoongi breathing heavily, taking a run up and shooting. The sound of the ball ricocheting off metal made Jimin cringe as he could tell Yoongi didn't make it. Yoongi groaned in exasperation and threw the ball to the other side of the court, frustrated, slumping against the railings.

Jimin passed closest to Yoongi and he could swear his hearing became hypersensitive. He could hear Yoongi's phone switch on and off as he checked the time and he could just about make out him whispering quickly under his breath – rapping, maybe? It didn't matter, though. Because you don't care about him, thought one part of Jimin. Stop lying, you know you love him, said the bigger part of him. And apparently, Jimin himself, if what happened next was anything to go by.

"Oh my God, love who?" gasped Hoseok's voice from almost directly behind him, making Jimin jump.

"What? Nothing, I was just…singing something," lied Jimin, letting his friend walk beside him. Hoseok scoffed,

"Yeah, right. One, no song ever has that lyric in it. Two, I've heard you sing, Jimin, and when you do, you really go for it. Three, you were fully trying to kill that guy with your eyes earlier, so I'm going to guess it's him. What's his name, though? I only saw the back of his head."

Jimin mumbled the answer, deciding he trusted Hoseok enough.

"No way!" shouted Hoseok and Jimin punched him hard in the arm.

"No way!" whispered Hoseok quietly, "you've got a crush on Min Yoongi? That's so adorable!"

Jimin blushed and prepared to spend the rest of the walk to the study centre with Hoseok, thoroughly regretting his decision.

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