I can totally see Jimin as a rapline fanboy. I mean I get that's Tae's thing but I feel like Jimin is secretly in love with the mixtapes. Sidenote, Grammarly tried to correct 'Agust' to 'August' 11 times and that is so infuriating :/

(Ddaeng)

At 18 years old, Jimin was still the same fanboy he had always been inside. He played a cool game in front of his friends; he liked rap music, went to the gym, dressed stylishly without trying. In reality, Jimin hated the gym and followed so many fashion blogs, reading them instead of his textbooks because he liked them. And he didn't just like rap music. He was an Agust D his opinion, the best thing to be.

Jimin had loved Agust D since his debut three years ago. The rapper taught Jimin so much about life that Jimin couldn't imagine getting through high school otherwise. Without him, Jimin would be far less enthusiastic about dance, convinced that studying and listening to his parents was the only way to live, and certain that he was straight. However, Agust D changed that. Flipped it upside fucking down. Now, Jimin was a passionate dancer, bunked off school more often than his family would let him and was definitely crushing on Agust D.

And now he had front row tickets to his concert. When Jimin found this out, he had run around the back of his house to scream. Because these were front row tickets to one of the hottest, fastest rappers in Korea. His room was subtly decorated in merchandise and artwork that wouldn't be entirely obvious to people like his friends who didn't really know about Agust D. But Jimin was obsessive. He just didn't want people to know that.

The night before the concert, Jimin did not sleep. He did his make-up just enough to make himself look good, but not that you could tell he was wearing make-up. He didn't concentrate all through school and practically sprinted out of the gates at the sound of the bell. Rap music was blasting through his earphones for the whole train journey, earning him some annoyed looks from the other passengers. He didn't care; they needed education on what good music sounded like.

The venue was packed. Jimin showed his ticket and proudly strode to his seat. He couldn't quite believe that all of these people were fans of Agust D as well. Finally, he didn't have to hide his adoration for the god. He could scream openly. A heavy bass thrummed through the seats and a collective shout erupted from the crowd. Smoke flowed onto the stage and Agust D himself rose up from beneath the stage. Jimin was already crying and he nearly fainted.

As a performer, Agust D was incredibly mysterious. No one knew his real name or age and he always wore layers of clothes during his concerts as well as dark sunglasses and a cap. Not many people knew much about him other than what he talked about in his music since he didn't really do interviews. So sometimes, he felt quite distant to his fans. But now, less than a hundred metres away from Jimin, he had never felt more real.

He held out the mic to let the crowd shout the hook and Jimin yelled as loud as he could. He didn't hold back even though he knew the concert would be over three hours long. The first song ended and the cheers didn't die down. Somehow, over the noise, a voice was heard.

"Learn to rap, you fucker!" The noise dampened slightly as quite a few people heard. "You're a piece of shit!" This caught the attention of Agust D himself, who looked in the direction of the shout, some distance behind Jimin (fuming at this point because how dare they?). Agust D threw down his water and asked,

"Excuse me?" Some people laughed and some people, like Jimin, noticed that he said this in the Kyongsang satoori. No one knew where he came from, so it felt cool to have this clue. "Shout up, I can't hear you over the thousands of fans screaming for me." There was no answer and the crowd laughed and chanted his name, letting him take in the glory. Jimin wondered why the hell an Agust D anti would even come to the concert in the first place and then stay quiet when he was shut down. It was decidedly curious.

Around halfway through the concert, Jimin's voice began to crack. Just before the interval, Jimin's favourite part of his favourite song had him absolutely dying. A suspenseful, killer build up to the coolest beat drop in the history of music. At said beat drop, Agust D sprayed water over the front rows of the audience, soaking Jimin. He froze, blessed with the holy water, and screamed. Agust D turned around and left the stage, leaving his audience begging. Jimin looked at the girl beside him and she looked at him back. They didn't know each other, but they squealed and jumped up and down as if they were best friends. It was cool how they were united through this.

Jimin just about didn't faint for the rest of the concert. Agust D winked vaguely in his direction and made the whole section choke. He had so much power and the best thing was that he knew it. Jimin was hypnotised by his charisma and tried his hardest not to blink. He knew his voice was shot through and his heart was all over the place so he couldn't tell if it was beating at all. But he could die there and have no regrets.

Once outside the building, Jimin had to force himself to stop crying in public. The last few songs were really emotional and personal and Jimin completely lost it. He stayed for a while in the area, meeting new friends and bonding over their tears. What he noticed was that he was a rare species of fans in that he was a fanboy, as opposed to a fangirl. Jimin hadn't really realised that before but it didn't really bother him.

It was getting late so Jimin decided to take the shortcut to the station. He wasn't exactly afraid of the dark, but he was afraid of dodgy alleyways and being abducted. So when he bumped into someone by accident, he almost had a heart attack. Whoever he knocked into stumbled slightly and dropped a bunch of papers onto the floor, cursing under his breath. Although terrified, Jimin's good nature kicked in and he automatically apologised and helped pick up the papers.

He stood up to hand them back and stopped dead. The other was a blonde man wearing a black cap and a puffer jacket. His eyes were dark and captivating and staring straight into Jimin's soul. Jimin recognised everything about him, from his gait to his voice, to his posture. Except for his eyes. They were new. Because Agust D always wore sunglasses. He took the papers calmly from Jimin, who was still standing frozen and smirked, sending Jimin's brain into overdrive.

"You know, I don't get many fanboys," was all he said. Jimin dropped to the ground as his knees gave in. He could not deal with this at all. He didn't know what to say or what to do. He was confronted with a god, a creator that his own mortal mind couldn't possibly hope to comprehend. All he could do was bow and cry. He felt hands wrap around his and looked up. Agust D was kneeling in front of him and holding his hands. "Don't cry for me. Your tears are worth more than this."

Goddamn, he was good. Jimin wiped his face and apologised, embarrassed. Agust D helped him stand up and Jimin laughed nervously. Agust D just smiled.

"What's your name?" he asked and Jimin wondered if his voice would work.

"P-Park Jimin. S-sorry, I don't have that much of a voice left." Agust D held out his hand.

"That's okay. I'm Min Yoongi." Jimin shook his hand, staring. Because Agust D told him his name. Told Jimin. His name. Jimin wondered if it was a mistake. "And yes, that is my real name. Nice to meet you, Jimin." Not wanting to fall again, Jimin breathed deeply and shifted his weight from foot to foot.

"You too." He literally could not think of anything to say. Well, he could. For example: "Your music stopped me falling into depression," "You are literally the hottest guy on the planet," "I love you more than I love my parents," that kind of thing. But he couldn't just randomly throw that out there. Before he could awkwardly stutter anything, Agust D – well, Yoongi – said,

"Sorry, I-I can't focus. You're really cute and it's, like, throwing me off. I don't usually get to speak to cute guys. How old are you?" Jimin couldn't decide whether he meant cute as in 'adorable' or cute as in 'damn'. Either way, he was internally screaming. His conflict was silenced by Yoongi's question and he answered,

"Uh, I-I'm turning nineteen this October. What about you?" Jimin hoped that it wasn't too personal since he had literally only just found out his name. But Yoongi tilted his head and smiled.

"I turned twenty this March. We're not too far away." Jimin's jaw dropped.

"You're twenty?!" Yoongi nodded. "You debuted when you were seventeen?!" Yoongi shrugged.

"Sixteen, actually; I debuted a week before my birthday." Jimin laughed in disbelief. Yoongi was twenty years old. If that wasn't incredible, he didn't know what was. Yoongi saw him smiling. "What?"

"As if you couldn't get any more impressive." Yoongi laughed. Jimin felt so honoured to be next to him. He was only a year and a half younger than Yoongi but hadn't lived half his life. Talking to him felt unreal.

"Hey, Jimin?" Jimin looked up. Yoongi tossed the papers carelessly onto the floor and, in one slick movement, grabbed Jimin by the waist and pulled him so close that Jimin could feel his breath. His throat went dry and Jimin was seriously wondering if he was dreaming. Except it felt so real. He was getting used to falling speechless around Yoongi and could only hold eye contact in reply. Yoongi smirked, "You're really fucking cute." He moved closer to Jimin and kissed him.

Jimin's entire body was such a mess that he couldn't focus on any particular emotion. He decided to just ignore his brain because it was too annoying and Yoongi felt so good. He wrapped his arms around Yoongi's neck and pushed deeper. His hands crept underneath Jimin's shirt and felt their way up his back and sides. Yoongi's hands were cold and Jimin shivered slightly at the contact. He just slipped his fingers into the hair he had been longing to touch for three years and tried to find some way to tell Yoongi he loved him. He settled for moaning into his mouth and pressing his body closer.

Retracting his hands from the back of Jimin's shirt, Yoongi raised his head to look at Jimin. His eyes were dark and beautiful, searching through Jimin's for permission to go further. Jimin responded by kissing him deeply again. He was pushed back until he hit the wall and Yoongi kissed him ferociously, with an intensity that Jimin hadn't thought was possible. Yoongi pulled back and smiled slyly.

"You're coming home with me."