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Jimin rolls his eyes at the black BMW pulling up to his house. Loud, boisterous rap music can already be heard all the way in his bedroom.
“Hoseok, your idiot friend is here!” he yells down the hall, glaring daggers out of his window.
He can hear his brother’s screeching laugh echo from his own room. “He’s your friend too, you know.”
Jimin rolls his eyes again. “No, he’s my ride to school. And he better turn that music off before I get into his obnoxious car.”
Hoseok ruffles Jimin’s hair as they bound down the steps. “Relax, it’s the first day of the year. You have all year to antagonize Yoongi.”
Jimin pauses in the kitchen long enough to grab a granola bar and a kiss from his mom.
“Be good, boys.”
Hoseok is already bouncing around outside, circling the black monstrosity that is Yoongi’s car.
Jimin sighs. His mom laughs next to him. “Better than taking the bus, hm?”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” He mumbles under his breath before traipsing out of the house, running a hand through his hair with a sigh.
“Ah, Jimin-ah!” Yoongi’s low voice resonates across the lawn. His hair is freshly bleached, a stark contrast against his all black designer outfit. Jimin bets his t-shirt alone cost more than his whole closet of clothes.
“Blonde?” Jimin cocks an eyebrow.
Yoongi just stares back at him.
“You know it somehow makes you look even paler.”
Yoongi’s stare hardens slightly, but he doesn’t say anything.
“Let’s go, we’re going to be late.” Hoseok claps Jimin on the back before jumping into the passenger seat.
The annoying thing about Min Yoongi is he’s always around. He’s been best friends with Hoseok since they were kids and he’s always loitering at their house, even though the Min house is a million times nicer than the humble Park abode. And when he’s not sitting in the living room staring at Jimin with some cold, unreadable expression, he’s in the hallway at school bothering Jimin with that same stupid look on his face.
Honestly, Jimin has no idea why Hoseok is best friends with him. He’s kind of a prick.
Okay, maybe that’s a bit harsh. Yoongi is not a prick. But he is a major fuckboy. And thanks to his family owning one of the largest airlines in the world, he has more money than anyone should be allowed to have.
Major fuckboy.
And maybe Jimin is just bitter that his family is barely scraping by and for as long as he can remember, Park Convenience has been a financial noose around their necks. The store that’s been in the family for decades, yet plummets them deeper into debt with each year that passes.
But still. Yoongi is annoying and cold and emotionless and that’s just a fact.
Jimin is at his locker, rummaging around for the little pouch he keeps all of his cosmetics in when he feels more than sees Yoongi sidle up to him.
He holds out a tube of Chapstick with a pleased look on his face.
Jimin rolls his eyes. How did he even know what he was looking for? It’s creepy. “I’m not using your Chapstick.”
Yoongi frowns. “It’s new.”
Jimin takes a closer look and realizes there is in fact a seal on it. “Oh.” He takes it from Yoongi’s hand with a huff. It’s not the brand he uses, but whatever. His lips are dry. He must have left his bag at the dance studio.
“Thanks,” he mumbles. He rips it open and applies it quickly, ignoring the way he can feel Yoongi’s eyes on him.
“Jimin!” Both boys startle, turning to see Jeon Jungkook running full speed towards them. Jungkook is a freshman that introduced himself to Jimin when he was picking up some things from the store. He’s a little too excited about everything, but Jimin thinks he’s a cute kid.
“Oh, hey!” Jimin smiles and waves. When he looks back at Yoongi, he’s still frowning.
“Stop brooding, you’ll scare him.” Jimin mutters as Jungkook gets closer.
Yoongi simply looks down and frowns at the floor instead.
“Hi,” Jungkook is breathless. “This place is huge.”
Jimin snorts. “Yeah, high school is a little crazy, huh?”
Jungkook’s eyes sparkle as he looks between him and Yoongi.
“This is Yoongi. Don’t let his tough guy act scare you.” Jimin gestures vaguely to the blonde boy now blinking at Jungkook.
“Hi,” Yoongi mumbles with a wave.
“Oh—” Jungkook’s eyes grow wide. “Oh! Y-you’re Agust D.”
Jimin’s eyebrows raise in amusement.
Yoongi, on the other hand, goes completely still.
“I-I found you on soundcloud awhile back. I probably make up like half of your streams...” Jungkook laughs loudly before shaking his head and standing up straight. He bows deeply, holding out his hand. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. D.”
“Oh my god,” Jimin laughs under his breath.
Yoongi grins at Jungkook, shaking his hand firmly. “Yoongi is fine.”
Jungkook straightens, smiling so big his eyes are scrunched up. “Cool! Yoongi!! Are you working on anything new?”
Yoongi shrugs. “Sort of.” He rubs the back of his neck and glances at Jimin.
Jimin cocks an eyebrow.
The bell rings and Jungkook jumps. “I gotta go!” He starts moving backwards, bumping into kids left and right. “Um—maybe we can have lunch together? Or-or you can come over for dinner? Yes, come over!” Jimin isn’t sure if Jungkook is extending the invitation to him or Yoongi, but once he bumps into a group of girls, he finally turns around and breaks into a run.
Jimin is desperately trying to finish his history homework at lunch when he feels a sharp elbow dig into his ribcage.
“What the fuck—“ he hisses at Taehyung.
His best friend digs his elbow in further and cocks his head to the other side of the table.
Jimin scowls at him before looking in the direction he’s not so subtly gesticulating towards.
A few girls are huddled close, squealing and covering their mouths.
“Was it good?” One girl asks.
“Is he big?” Another girl whisper shouts.
And in the middle of it all is Sadie Lee. Sadie is half Korean, half American, and every boy’s dream. Well, every boy that’s interested in girls that is.
“Let’s just say he puts the D in Agust D.” She grins slyly as the girls break into another round of exclamations.
“You slept with Yoongi?” Jimin calls over to her, successfully blocking Taehyung’s elbow this time.
The girls suddenly go quiet and Sadie gives him a look that’s less than inviting. “Yup.” She emphasizes the P with an annoying pop.
“And you lived to tell the tale?” Jimin’s voice is saccharine.
Sadie narrows her eyes. “Jealous?”
“Of gonorrhea? Not really…”
Sadie’s cohort gasps.
“Hey Jimin, maybe if you got laid for once you wouldn’t be such a raging bitch all the time.” She grins again and Jimin rolls his eyes.
He goes back to his homework with a sigh.
“That’s so gross.” Taehyung mutters under his breath.
Suddenly Jimin doesn’t have an appetite anymore.
Midterms are a fucking nightmare. When Jimin isn’t at school, he’s at the store. And when he’s not at the store, he’s in the dance studio. And when he’s not in the dance studio, he’s cramming for midterms. He has no time to sleep or eat or breathe.
And after a particularly shitty week of no sleep and less than stellar grades to show for it, all he wants is a quiet Saturday morning before he has to be back at the store.
What he doesn’t want is to walk into his kitchen at 6:00 in the morning and see Min Yoongi sitting at his kitchen table with a cup of coffee.
Jimin closes his eyes and sighs. He hopes that when he opens them again, Yoongi will be gone. It’s just a bad dream, surely.
But he should know he’s never been that lucky. So when he opens his eyes again and sees Yoongi staring blankly at him, he shakes his head and shuffles over to the fridge.
“Coffee’s fresh. Just made it.” Yoongi’s voice is low and gravelly, like he also just woke up.
Jimin doesn’t say anything. He simply grabs the milk and walks over to the coffee pot. He pours himself a large cup, adding enough sugar and milk to dull the bitter taste. He braces his hands on the counter and hangs his head.
“I was thinking of making some breakfast so you all can eat before heading over to—”
“Why are you here?” Jimin whirls around and glares at him.
“Me and Hoseok—”
“But why would you want to stay here?”
Yoongi blinks at him and frowns slightly. “I like it here.”
Jimin feels a pang of guilt for being so harsh. But he just doesn’t get it. He sighs and takes a sip of his coffee. “I can help with breakfast.”
The holidays are always ridiculously busy for the Parks. They usually go all out decorating the store to drum up business and sometimes it almost works.
But Jimin also loves the holidays because Christmas Day is the one day of the year the store is closed. He usually sleeps in as late as he wants and his mom cooks a big meal and his dad actually smiles.
But this year, the Mins have invited them to their house for Christmas dinner and for some reason his parents said yes.
“Jiminie, did Hoba tell you the dress code?”
Jimin sits up from where he’s currently sprawled out on the couch. “There’s a dress code?”
His mom hums. “Festive black tie… I’m not entirely sure what that means, but I think your dad is wearing a suit.” She giggles a little and Jimin feels bad for having such an attitude about going. His mom probably can’t remember the last time she got to dress up and go to an event. The store has consumed their lives for as long as he can remember and she’s probably just excited to go out and do something fun for once.
He swallows the sarcastic comment he was going to make and smiles at her instead. “Should I wear red or green?”
She gives him a mischievous look and starts walking towards his bedroom.
In the end, he goes with a red velour jacket he thrifted with Taehyung recently. While his mom oos and ahs from her perch on his bed, he decides to pair it with black slacks, a crisp white button down, and a thin, silk green Hermes scarf he borrowed from Tae and never gave back.
“Isn’t the dress code black tie?” Hoseok teases him when they’re walking to the car.
Jimin tugs at the silk around his neck. “I call this a variation on a tie.”
Hoseok laughs good naturedly. He is wearing an actual tie, plucked from the back of their dad’s closet, and his hair is combed off of his face. He looks handsome. So Jimin tells him so.
“I guess I clean up okay!” He winks at Jimin and for the first time today, he’s kind of looking forward to stepping out with his family.
His excitement quickly turns into nerves once they pull up to the Min house and honestly, calling it a house isn’t even close to accurate. The place is huge and several luxury cars are already parked around the circular driveway.
“So I’m guessing this is more than just a little Christmas dinner.” Hoseok murmurs.
The door is already open when they approach the house and the sound of festive music and laughter spills out into the yard.
A server offers his parents a glass of champagne as soon as they walk in and another person is swooping in behind them to hang up their coats.
“Are we on an episode of Real Housewives?”
Hoseok snorts at Jimin’s comment and his mom glares at them before taking a sip of her champagne and hooking her hand in Jimin’s dad’s arm.
They make their way into a spacious living room with tasteful low lighting, complimented by twinkling lights strung around the perimeter of the room.
There are people everywhere gathered around small tables, sitting on large leather couches, and a few people in the corner of the room where Jimin realizes the music is coming from. Of course they have a live band.
He slowly starts to make his way over to get a better look and eventually sees an older man playing an upright bass and a petite woman playing a trumpet in front of a gleaming black grand piano.
He can’t see the pianist, so he sidesteps a couple more people until—
Oh.
Well the pianist is certainly much younger than the other musicians. Because the pianist is Yoongi.
Yoongi in a silk black button down with the sleeves rolled up. No tie, no jacket. But his blonde hair is styled away from his face and he’s… grinning.
Jimin stares at him, trying to process the boy in front of him. His fingers dance lithely up and down the keys with his shoulders slightly hunched, but his face… he looks happy.
Jimin has never seen Yoongi like this. And it kind of makes his skin crawl. It’s like seeing one of your teachers at the grocery store or something. It feels out of place and it’s not a bad thing, but it just makes Jimin feel weird.
Yoongi looks up to glance at the other musicians but not before his eyes catch sight of Jimin.
His smile immediately drops.
He breaks eye contact to nod a cue to the trumpet player and Jimin is about to walk away when Yoongi looks back at him, tilts his head back and smirks.
What the actual fuck.
Jimin frowns as the band finishes their number with a flourish, Yoongi expertly finessing a jazzy finish without breaking eye contact.
And then he winks.
He winks at Jimin while everyone is clapping.
Jimin’s face is on fire. Why would he wink at him in front of a room full of people?
He turns on his heel and starts heading back towards his family, but a hand tugs on his wrist before he can get away. He turns around and Yoongi is standing there, eyes wide and face slightly flushed. He immediately drops Jimin’s wrist like the skin contact burned him.
“Aren’t you supposed to be over there?” Jimin crosses his arms coolly.
Yoongi shakes his head. “I just asked if I could step in while their pianist took a break.”
Jimin is surprised. Yoongi must be pretty damn good to be able to fill in so easily.
“What did you think?”
Jimin tilts his head. “You looked like you were actually having fun…”
And there’s that grin again. He looks around the room before ducking his head and rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, what can I say? The piano is my first love.”
Jimin stares at him in disbelief. As if Yoongi is capable of loving anything.
Then he remembers Sadie Lee and gets inexplicably angry. He rolls his eyes and scoffs. “And here I thought it might be Sadie. Or is that not love to you?”
Yoongi freezes before dropping his hand and frowning at Jimin. “What?”
Jimin simply stares back. He’s not in the mood to play along.
“Look, Jimin, I—“
“Agust D!!”
Jimin turns his head to see Jeon Jungkook bowing from the other side of the room.
“Fucking hell,” Yoongi curses under his breath.
At the same time, Hoseok waltzes up to them and claps Yoongi on the back. “Sounded good, bro.”
Yoongi mumbles a thank you.
Jimin turns back to Jungkook and sees he’s not alone anymore. An incredibly handsome man is forcing him to stand up straight, shaking his head at him in amusement.
Well, this could be fun.
Jimin decides to give his best flirty smile and waves them over. Jungkook makes an immediate beeline over to them, Handsome Man trailing behind him.
“Mr. Yoongi D.” Jungkook bows again before turning to shake Jimin’s hand enthusiastically.
“Hey Jungkook!” He gestures to Hoseok. “This is my brother, Hoseok.”
Handshakes and greetings are exchanged and Jimin turns to Handsome Man and grins. “And who is this?”
Jungkook beams. “This is my cousin, Kim Seokjin of the Kim family. He invited me to come with him tonight and honestly, I didn’t really want to but then he said it was at the Mins' house and at first I didn’t know who that was. So I said ‘I don’t know who that is.’ But then Jin said ‘They have a son a couple years older than you.’ And I said ‘I still don’t know who that is, but sure why not!’”
Jimin has to cover his mouth to stifle the laugh bubbling up his throat. Hoseok looks just as amused and Yoongi looks slightly horrified.
“I still didn’t know who that was, but then I saw you guys! And I know you—well, Hoseok, I just met you—but Yoongi, I definitely know. And Jinnie told me Yoongi is the son he was talking about! So I knew who the Mins were all along!”
Seokjin leans over to Jimin and whispers, “He’s a bit shy, hm?”
Jimin giggles and leans forward a little, creeping a bit closer. “I’m Jimin.” He places a hand on Seokjin’s elbow and gives him his best soft smile. “Do you—“
“Hey Jin, where’s Mina?”
Jimin turns his head to glare at Yoongi for rudely interrupting.
“With family.” Seokjin sighs playfully.
Yoongi leans over and lowers his voice to speak directly to Jimin. “Mina is his girlfriend.”
Jimin’s face flushes with embarrassment. He rolls his eyes and casually takes a step away from Seokjin, biting back a sigh.
“So,” Seokjin draws the word out with a mischievous grin on his face. “Where’s the real party?”
Hoseok lets out a laugh and claps Seokjin on the shoulder.
It turns out the “real party” is in Yoongi’s room. Jimin looks around the space, taking in the overflowing bookshelves and wall of instruments. There are three guitars and a keyboard on one side of the room, next to an extensive looking technical setup with a mixing board, several computer monitors, and headphones.
His bed is large and covered in a black comforter and multiple pillows. It looks cozy. There’s also the faint scent of incense and Jimin spots a half burned stick on a delicate looking holder sitting on the nightstand.
Interesting.
“Okay, boys.” Yoongi waltzes over to a cabinet and opens a door to reveal several bottles of liquor. Yoongi pulls out an amber colored bottle. “Merry Christmas.” And he grins again.
What kind of life does Yoongi live to just casually have a liquor cabinet in his room?
They eventually begin passing around the bottle and when Hoseok hands it to Jimin with a smile, he pauses.
It’s not like he has anything against drinking, he just never has time to party like everyone else his age. He’s gotten tipsy with Hoseok a few times on holidays or birthdays, but otherwise he doesn’t like losing control around people. Especially people he doesn’t trust.
He feels eyes boring into him and he looks up to see Yoongi staring at him, a small grin on his face. “It’s Christmas, Jiminie.”
And maybe it’s because it’s Christmas or maybe it’s because he actually has a day off and is doing something fun for once, but whatever the reason, Jimin finds himself biting back a grin of his own before taking the bottle and swallowing a couple pulls.
He passes the bottle to Seokjin and drags a thumb across his bottom lip where some whiskey spilled over. He looks up to find Yoongi staring again, but this time his eyes are on his mouth. His eyes are dark and his mouth is slightly open and Jimin feels the weight of his stare deep in his core.
Yoongi blinks a few times before meeting his eyes but Jimin isn’t letting this slide. He cocks an eyebrow as if to challenge him, but Yoongi simply swallows and turns to look at Jungkook who is shaking his head politely.
“I’ll pass, but thanks.” The younger boy bows his head and hands the bottle back to Yoongi.
“Sure, kid.” Yoongi murmurs.
Jimin feels like his face is on fire, but he smiles at Jungkook encouragingly. He remembers that feeling of towing the line between responsibility and fun. He still feels like he’s balancing the two nearly all of the time.
They pass the bottle a few more times, respectfully passing Jungkook each time, and Seokjin and Hoseok crack jokes until everyone is laughing. Even Yoongi’s shoulders shake as he lets his head fall back in laughter.
Eventually, Yoongi’s mom knocks on his door and tells them it’s time for dinner.
They definitely do not smell or look sober when they traipse down the steps, but none of the adults seem willing to bring it up. A Christmas gift for everyone, perhaps.
Dinner is a delicious, five-course meal fit for a king, and Jimin feels warm and happy the whole time he eats. Especially when he looks at how happy his mom and dad are.
After dinner, everyone trickles back into the living room and when the music picks back up, people start pairing off to dance. Jimin and Hoseok watch their parents waltz towards the middle of the floor and they both giggle at the way their dad’s face grows serious, bowing to his mom who curtsies with a bright laugh spilling out of her mouth.
Jimin holds onto the warmth running through his veins all the way until the third song. All the way until Min Yoongi is suddenly standing in front of him with a blank look on his face.
“What?”
Jimin notices the way Yoongi casually rubs a hand over his stomach. It seems like some kind of nervous tick.
Maybe that’s why when Yoongi opens his mouth and says, “Wanna dance?” Jimin doesn’t immediately laugh in his face.
He definitely frowns at him. He throws a dry, “You dance?” his way, earning an elbow in his side from Hoseok. But in the end, he places his hand in Yoongi’s much larger one and takes a few steps away from the perimeter of the room and joins the makeshift dance floor.
“I’ll be honest,” Yoongi places his other hand on Jimin’s waist, his touch so light it barely grazes him. “I don’t know how to dance.”
Jimin assumes his position with a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Me neither.”
“Wait—“ Yoongi blinks at him and he looks so confused it’s almost endearing. Almost. “Don’t you…”
“I’m just messing with you.” Jimin winks, causing Yoongi to immediately look down at his feet.
He starts moving side to side a bit, leading their steps in time with the music. Yoongi keeps his touch so light, it’s almost like he isn’t touching him at all.
“Did you have a good time tonight?”
Jimin studies him for a beat. He guesses he can be civil on Christmas. “I did, actually. We don’t usually… well, we don’t have time for stuff like this with the store.” He shrugs. “And it was nice to see my parents have fun.”
Yoongi glances over to the Parks, still dancing and grinning at each other. “Everyone should have a good time on Christmas.”
“You like Christmas, huh?”
One corner of Yoongi’s mouth curls up and he nods a little, but still won’t look at Jimin. Jimin looks around the room, assessing the crowd. “So why’d you ask me to dance? Isn’t this bad for your reputation?” He keeps his tone teasing, but he genuinely wants to know.
Yoongi looks at him and his eyes are so clear and serious and something heavy lodges in Jimin’s chest.
He stares at him for a few more seconds and just when Jimin thinks he’s going to respond, the song ends and Hoseok comes over to clap a hand on Yoongi’s back before turning to Jimin with a sad smile. “Time to head home.”
Yoongi abruptly lets go of Jimin and looks around the room. Literally anywhere but at Jimin, really.
“Thanks, man.” Hoseok pulls Yoongi into a quick hug and Jimin crosses his arms just in case Yoongi thinks the hug will be a family affair.
“Thanks.” Jimin mumbles quietly. “Tell your parents thanks, too.”
Yoongi nods and finally looks up at Jimin. “Merry Christmas, Jimin.”
When Jimin returns to school after the holidays, everything seems to be business as usual except he has this slight anxious feeling in his chest thinking about seeing Yoongi. Ever since the Christmas party, it’s like some weird invisible barrier has been taken down in Jimin’s mind and he finds himself wondering what would happen if he actually tried being friends with Yoongi.
He opted to take the bus this morning to prolong any interaction so the first time he sees him is when he’s standing in front of his locker between classes, zoning out while he swaps some things out.
He feels a presence next to him and he turns his head to see Yoongi. Just standing there.
Jimin furrows his brows, his anxiety only growing. “Hi?”
“Hey.”
Jimin turns back to his locker.
“Did you have a nice New Year’s?” Yoongi mumbles.
Jimin blinks before shutting his locker door with a sigh. “I worked. What about you?”
Yoongi nods and looks to the side. “Quiet.”
Jimin has a hard time believing that. Yoongi opens his mouth to say something else when a girl with red hair waltzes by slowly. “Hey, Yoongi.” She winks and waves her fingers at him.
Yoongi blinks at her before turning back to him with his usual deadpan expression.
Jimin rolls his eyes. New year, same Yoongi. He doesn’t have time for friends anyways.