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“Is it the height or the dimples?” Yoongi startles, cheeks burning as he looks away from Namjoon and towards the voice.
Park Jimin was staring down at him with his shiny pink hair and a knowing glint in his eyes.
“W-What?” Yoongi squeaks.
“You’re staring at Kim Namjoon you also got some drool…” He gestures with his ringed fingers.
Yoongi hurriedly feels his face for any drool and pouts. “I’m not drooling, liar! What makes you think I'm staring at him?”
Jimin shrugs, plopping down on the seat beside him. “Because I have a knack for these things. Now answer the question: height or dimples?”
Yoongi looks away, back towards the field where Namjoon is passing out water, his long purple hair curving over the back of his neck. “Both...everything. I don't know, does it matter? He’ll never notice me anyway.”
Jimin flicks his forehead. “Don't have that attitude! Of course he will notice you, maybe a few wardrobe, hair, and makeup changes, and he will ask you out for sure.”
Yoongi rubs his forehead, “What are you talking about?”
“I’m gonna help you get Namjoon! Let’s go, we have no time to waste.” Jimin grins, standing up and pulling his arm. “Huh? J-Jimin, I’m so confused.”
“Shh, no questions.”
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“Flirt with me.” Jimin demands when they are in a secluded area. Yoongi blushes, spluttering, “W-what? Why?”
“I want to test your flirting skills so… flirt.”
Yoongi goes to protest but Jimin gives him a look that makes him a little scared to be honest, so he sighs, accepting his fate.
He nods to himself, licking his lips nervously. “I-I must be tired…” he starts, Jimin tilts his head, “Why?”
“Because you’ve been r-running through my mind all day.” He finishes smiling awkwardly when the other boy just stares at him with wide unbelieving eyes.
“Oh my god! You didn’t even say it right! It’s supposed to be ‘you must be tired’ not ‘I must be tired’. Not gonna lie Yoongi, your flirting needs a lot of work. My job is gonna be tough.”
“Hey, I didn’t ask for your help! Also, I don’t usually flirt out of nowhere! That’s so awkward!” Yoongi shouts with flushed cheeks, feeling only slightly embarrassed.
Jimin hums, and pats his head. “Don’t be so grouchy! It’ll be okay darling, because when I’m done with you, you won’t even remember what awkward means. Now let’s practice real flirting, not weird pick-up lines.”
Before Yoongi can respond, Jimin steps closer with a smirk. He lifts his hand and trails it up Yoongi’s arm until he reaches the older boy's face and cups his cheeks softly.
“You’re so pretty, you know what makes you prettier?” Jimin whispers, leaning in so close Yoongi’s scared they will kiss.
“W-What?”
“When you blush all pretty for me.”
Yoongi freezes his eyes wide as he stares, observing how assertive Jimin is. From the way he holds his gaze, to the firm grip of his hands, oozing with unbreakable confidence; so self-assured. His face feels hot, is it hot?
“Cat got your tongue darling?” Jimin purrs when the silence stretches out too long. Yoongi squeaks, his shoulders bunching up to his ears as he pushes the other boy away.
“I-I can’t ever be that blunt to Namjoon! How would I even get close to his ear like that? He’s way too tall!”
Jimin clicks his tongue. “You think way too much. You don’t have to do exactly what I did. That’s an example of how I flirt. We need to find something that suits you.”
“Suits me?” Yoongi asks, tilting his head at the thought. Something that he can do that’s flirty?
Can he really do it? Can he ever dream of being this confident and saying such things to someone he likes? It sounds like a nightmare waiting to happen.
“Yeah, you seem like you’re the sweet, soft type. Not the assertive, hot, and charming type like me.” Jimin teases, then holds out his hand.
Yoongi scoffs and stares blankly at the extended hand. “What am I supposed to do with that?”
“Give me your phone so I can put my number in there. How can I help you if I can't contact you?”
Yoongi huffs, fishing his phone out of his back pocket and handing it over. Jimin took it with a smile. After a minute, Jimin hands it back and pats Yoongi on the head.
“There! I texted myself so I have your number too. Expect a text from me for our next lesson. See you soon, pretty!”
When Jimin saunters away, Yoongi closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
What the fuck just happened?