After moving to a new school, all Min Yoongi wants is to be left alone. His dream is to become a big shot music producer and rapper, and his ticket in is the school's talent show, where first place wins a record label with the biggest music company in the world.

However, he's not the only one competing for first place.

-

Kim Namjoon is in love with Kim Seokjin.

The only problem?

Seokjin is in a rival group. And doesn't know Namjoon exists. And he's straight. And in a relationship. With a girl.

Fuck.

-

Park Jimin is going to win this talent show if it fucking kills him. The prize is everything he has ever dreamed, and he'll be damned if anyone gets in his way, especially Jung Hoseok.

Normal people don't have arch enemies, but Jimin isn't exactly known for being 'normal'.

-

Jung Hoseok will do whatever it takes to win the talent show. He deserves to win anyways, he's the best rapper, dancer, producer and choreographer in the fucking world.

And if his rival since first grade, Jimin, tries to get in his way...

Well...let's just say Hoseok isn't above dirty tricks.

-

Honestly, Seokjin doesn't care too much about winning. He likes to sing, but he also likes the cute boy from a rival group who is sweet, clumsy, caring and makes Jin laugh.

But Hoseok has forbidden Seokjin from hanging out with the tall boy with dimples, much to Seokjin's dismay.

But he's always found Romeo and Juliet to be tragically beautiful.

-

Jungkook likes Taehyung. But he also wants to win. He's torn.

Why can't everyone just get along?

-

Taehyung likes Jungkook. But he also wants to win. He's torn.

But maybe his idea can save everyone.

-

Intro:

Transfer student Min Yoongi made no effort to befriend anyone at his new school.

He didn't come to this school for that anyways. He was here for one reason, and one reason only.

To win the 17th Annual White Creek Talent Show, where the first place prize was a record label with the biggest company in music.

It was his ticket straight to the top. It was his dream. It was the reason he was alive.

So, no, Yoongi wasn't interested wasting time by making friends.

Who would want to befriend the scary, cold hearted, intimidating new guy anyways?

-

Kim Namjoon has a problem.

He likes boys.

Actually, he likes just one boy.

A boy who likes a girl.

A boy who is in a relationship with said girl.

A boy who is a full grade above Namjoon and doesn't even know he exists.

And, because life can always get worse, a boy who is on a rival team.

Namjoon was also in competition for the talent show, and he wanted to win with all his spirit- but with all his heart he could only love Kim Seokjin from afar.

-

Park Jimin was a sweetheart, honestly.

Most of the time.

He had a charming side, for sure.

But it wasn't his dominant side.

His dominant side was a bitchy, petty, cunning diva who would snap your neck for wearing the same outfit as him.

He had one life and one dream and one way to achieve it and God help those poor stupid souls who dared to stand in his way.

He was going to win that talent show with his group, Namjoon and Jungkook, and he was going to rub that glory in his arch rivals face.

No. Matter. What.

-

Listen.

Jung Hoseok isn't fucking here to fuck around, okay?

That prize belongs to him, it was literally fucking made for him for fucks sake.

And he was willing to do whatever it took to get it.

Blackmail? Of course.

Sabotage? Why not.

Minorly injuring someone? Sounds like a normal Tuesday afternoon, why do you ask?

Oh, and Park Jimin? Ha, don't make him laugh.

The greatest prize would be putting that bitch in his place.

Second place, that is.

-

Honestly, Jungkook couldn't understand why everyone didn't just get along.

Like, yeah the prize was cool and he wanted to win, but he also grew pretty fond of this cool guy named Taehyung.

But Taehyung was in a rival group, and it was hard for them to hang out.

He was getting tired of Jimin barking at him, and making him and Namjoon practice their routine for fifteen hours a day.

He wasn't even that into dance, he wanted to sing.

When he complains of this to Taehyung, he's thrilled to find out the other boy agrees.

And even better, Taehyung has a plan.

-

Kim Seokjin doesn't care about the prize or the competition.

He only has one thing on his mind- his girlfriend has been giving him some troubles lately.

It's like no matter what he does, he can't seem to make her happy.

And then this cute, tall, dimpled guy from another grade catches his eye.

And Seokjin catches feelings.

Namjoon makes him laugh, lifts him up when he's feeling down, and always is there for him to listen to his girlfriend problems.

But Namjoon is on a rival team, and Hoseok absolutely refuses to let the two hang out.

But Seokjin is reading Romeo and Juliet for English class, and he can't help but picture himself as Juliet, and Namjoon as Romeo.

But without the tragic ending.

-

Kim Taehyung has a plan.

He's not having fun in the competition anymore, Hoseok is working him too hard and all he cares about is destroying Jimin, who Taehyung actually likes.

He also likes Jungkook, who is also on Jimin's team.

So he comes up with this crazy, absurd, amazing, shocking, scary plan.

Why is it scary, you ask?

Oh, because it involves that new transfer student.

-

Part 1

Fuck, he looked so stunning.

His shiny, soft black hair was styled perfectly, just barely falling into his eyes. His skin was shining radiantly. His eyes sparkled with happiness. His plump, red lips were beaming. His black suit and white dress shirt were a stark contrast of each other, and the red tie hanging from his neck matched the red rose in his shirt pocket. Everything fit together perfectly.

Kim Seokjin was always perfect.

Namjoon could have died on the spot.

He suddenly felt inadequate. He was just a lowly junior, and Seokjin was a beautiful senior.

Fuck, he was so beautiful.

But Seokjin ignored all the other hot guys and pretty girls in the room, only having eyes for Namjoon.

He stopped in front of the boy, who was barely holding himself upright.

Namjoon was at a loss for words. He wanted to tell Seokjn how gorgeous he was. How stunning. How he was the most radiant, beautiful, perfect, amazing, handsome person Namjoon had ever seen. But he knew if he opened his mouth now he would only be able to let out a squeak.

Luckily, Seokjin wasn't here for talking.

Instead he wrapped his arms around Namjoon's shoulders, pressing their bodies together.

Fuck, even his cologne was amazing. Namjoon wanted get drunk off of it.

Seokjin tilted his head slightly, smiling as he regarded Namjoon with his warm, dark eyes.

Namjoon's 148 IQ of a brain was instantly reduced to nothing when he stared into those eyes.

Fuck, I love you, he wanted to say. Please let me take care of you for the rest of your life.

Seokjin didn't hear him, because Namjoon didn't speak, but he leaned in, brushing their lips together.

Sparks exploded like fireworks.

Namjoon had never felt such euphoria before in his life. He knew nothing would ever be able to top this moment. He was kissing Kim Seokjin. His crush since forever. The most beautiful man on planet Earth.

He-

"Guys!" Jungkook burst into the classroom suddenly, sounding out of breath and excited. "Holy shit!"

The daydream popped.

Namjoon groaned. "Are you serious? Did you have to barge in right now?"

"Did you see what was just posted?" Jungkook didn't seem to notice Namjoon's angst. "About the talent show?"

"Who cares?" Namjoon grumbled, leaning forward on the desk to rest his cheek on his palm as he stared out the window, trying to remember where he left off.

Jungkook jumped in front of him, startling him back out of his thoughts.

"First place wins a- wait, where's Jimin? He'll want to hear this." Jungkook looked around the otherwise empty classroom.

"He's at Tai Chi class," Namjoon grumbled, the pleasant dream fading away. "He should be back soon though."

Jungkook bounced up and down in place like a rabbit, unable to control his eagerness.

Namjoon let out a long sigh. "Alright, fine. I'll bite. What's so big and important about this talent show?"

The White Creek Talent Show was hosted every year, and Namjoon had never been interested in it. The prizes were always pretty good, but he didn't consider himself a performer, so he never signed up for them.

Kim Seokjin had been in a few competitions. Namjoon only ever attended to watch him sing and dance. He sounded like an angel and the way he moved his lithe body- fuck.

Oh, and, uh, he of course came to show support for his friend Jimin, of course.

Seokjin, Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok won about half the time.

The other half of the time, was Park Jimin's victory.

Everyone in the whole school knew about their rivalry. Hoseok and Jimin were arch rivals in every sense of the word. Hoseok, being a year older, won his first competition as a freshman in middle school, and everyone assumed he would win the second years one as well, since he had won in such a landslide the first year. But that was the year Jimin had become a freshman, and he had stunned the judges, taking home first place that year.

Obviously, that didn't sit well with Hoseok, who took first place the year after that, junior year.

And, naturally, that didn't sit well with Jimin, who won the next year. And so on and so on all the way into high school, where Hoseok was now a junior and Jimin was a sophomore.

The two bickered and fought about everything. Who was better in gym, in classes, at dancing, at performing, singing, tying a cherry stem in their mouth, puzzles, sports, gymnastics, anything. When the two of them were in the same room, it was a powder keg waiting to explode. And explode it always did. Spectacularly.

Namjoon mostly tried to stay out of it. Jimin was his friend, but Namjoon didn't like fighting or confrontation. Hence why he still has never had a conversation with Seokjin, unless you count the time the senior was running late for class one day three years ago and accidentally bumped his shoulder into Namjoon as he was running down the stairs. The older boy had stopped and apologized, giving Namjoon a sincere smile, before hurrying on his way.

Namjoon counted it. He thought about that moment a lot. He wished he could have said something cool and suave then.

But he had frozen up and couldn't say anything. He probably looked like a retarded deer in the headlights.

He groaned and slammed his head on the desk at the memory.

"Hey, I thought we discussed you weren't going to be doing that anymore." Jungkook scolded. "New years resolution and all that."

Namjoon huffed into the polished wood. "Who actually sticks to their resolutions?"

"Me! I've been practicing my English everyday!" Jungkook said proudly. "Excuse me, sir, where is the bathroom?" He said in adorably accented English.

"There is no bathroom, we spew all our shit out of our mouths in true American fashion." Namjoon, who was fluent in English, retorted.

Jungkook, not having understood, looked confused.

The door opened and Jimin walked in, looking sweaty but refreshed in his skin tight black and pink workout clothes. A towel was draped over his arm and a pink protein shake was in his hand. He sighed loudly, wiping his face with the towel before dropping it on a desk.

"Ugh, the Chinese are doing everything so right." He said, delicately taking a seat and sipping his drink.

"Are you all limber now?" Namjoon snorted.

"Loose enough to take six dicks, sweetie." Jimin smirked.

Namjoon coughed and looked away. "Why do you have to say such provocative things?"

"Jiminie!" Jungkook skipped over and bounced in front of the junior. "Did you hear the news? Did you hear what they said the first place prize the talent show would be giving out this year is?"

"Does it matter what it is?" Jimin laughed, stretching in the seat. "It's going to be mine."

"First place wins a record deal with Bighit Entertai-"

Namjoon shot upright. "What?!"

But Jungkook couldn't answer because Jimin was suddenly grabbing his shoulders and shaking him roughly.

"Bighit Entertainment?!" He hissed, his previously calm aura evaporated. "As in, the Bighit Entertainment? The biggest fucking producing company in all of fucking Korea?!"

"Y-y-ye-e-es-s-s-" Jungkook managed to get out.

"Don't give him whiplash!" Namjoon pulled Jimin off of the younger boy.

Jimin threw his head back and laughed loudly. "Oh my God, this is amazing! Imagine the look on Hoe-sucks face when I win that deal and he's still stuck in school plays!"

Namjoon thought about Seokjin, who would no doubt be performing as well. What if he won? He would be a celebrity overnight and Namjoon would never get the chance to get close to him.

His heart hurt at the thought.

"They just hung the posters a few minutes ago," Jungkook coughed out, rubbing his neck. He frowned. "Ouchies..."

Jimin burst out of the room, sprinting down the hallway and shoving students out of his way. "Move!"

Namjoon and Jungkook shared a look before quickly getting up and following their friend.

Jimin reached the poster first, and the group of students who were hovering around it parted like the red sea.

Jimin's eyes scanned the words, reading it fast. "Auditions start September seventeenth, all day." He turned on one heel and faced his friends, who had just arrived on the scene, out of breath and doubled over. He snapped his fingers. "What the hell are you two doing? We need to get to the practice rooms, now!"

"Water," Jungkook croaked, fainting dramatically onto Namjoon.

Namjoon barely caught him in time. "Hey! I've told you to stop doing this!"

"Aw, how cute," a sudden voice teased. "You think you actually have a chance."

Namjoon looked up to see Hoseok standing there, arms crossed and a sneer on his handsome face. Behind him stood Taehyung and-

Namjoon gasped, dropping Jungkook to the floor and spinning around to face the wall, acting immensely interested in the various school announcement flyers that hung there.

Seokjin was there, looking as beautiful and radiant as ever.

Jungkook whined, looking up at Namjoon while rubbing his ass.

Jimin rolled his eyes. "Oh puh-lease. Don't make me laugh. You couldn't beat me even if I didn't enter."

"I beat you last year," Hoseok reminded him, taking a step closer.

"You know what else happened last year? Denim was back in fashion. It was a dark time, everyone was out of their minds." Jimin sipped his drink, his free hand on his hip.

"That prize is my one way ticket to being famous like I deserve," Hoseok was saying. "So stay out of my way."

The two enemies got uncomfortably close to each other, glaring.

Even with his back turned, Namjoon could feel the tension start to spike. So could the other students, who quickly hurried away to avoid getting caught in the middle.

Taehyung dropped down to help Jungkook get back to his feet.

"Thanks," Jungkook shot him a smile as soon as he was upright again.

"No problem." Taehyung smiled back. "Hey, I like your shoes."

"Thanks, I like your shirt!"

"Thanks, it's Gucci!"

Namjoon's heart was pounding and he wanted desperately to turn around and blatantly stare at Seokjin, but he also wanted to just bolt out of there. Did his hair look messy? Had he remembered to brush his teeth this morning? What if his zipper was down?

Jimin was still arguing with Hoseok. "I've got more fucking talent in one cell than you have in your whole body. Don't even think about trying to get in my way, unless you want to be publicly crushed."

Namjoon stiffened when he felt a body step up beside him and the sweet smell of Seokjin's perfume washed over him.

Holy fuck, it was just like his daydream.

"Wow, can you believe the prize this year?" Seokjin asked with his beautiful voice. "So much better than last years!" He studied the poster, not noticing how Namjoon was obviously checking him out from the side.

Namjoon made a sound that one could sort of distinguish as one of agreement.

Seokjin was so beautiful, all coherent thoughts flew out of Namjoon's mind.

But this was his chance to say something! Show the senior he was cool! Start a conversation!

Namjoon's heart was hammering so loud he was scared Seokjin could hear it.

Fuck, now or never.

He opened his mouth, but right then there came the sound of a phone ringing.

"Sorry," Seokjin apologized, digging into his pocket and pulling out a pink flip phone. He looked at the screen, before answering. "Hey honey, how are you?"

He stepped away to talk privately, and Namjoon was crushed as he watched him walk away.

Fuck. There was his chance.

He sighed, slamming his head against the wall.

No doubt that was Seokjin's girlfriend. And the worst part was Namjoon couldn't even hate her. She was gorgeous too, they were made for each other.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Hoseok threatened, before yanking Taehyung away from Jungkook. "Let's go, losers. We have a competition to win."

"Hey!" Taehyung complained as he was dragged backwards by his collar. "I wasn't done talking to-"

"Yes, you were," Hoseok hissed. He looked down the hallway, where Seokjin was talking on his phone. "Hey! Lover boy! Come on!"

Seokjin looked up, mumbled something to the phone and hurried over.

He followed his friends down the hall, casting a glance over his shoulder but he couldn't find the boy he had been talking to earlier. Shrugging, he faced forward again and disappeared around the corner.

Namjoon peered out from behind Jungkook scanning the room for Seokjin, but the senior was nowhere in sight. He sighed, hanging his head.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "You're so whipped and he doesn't even know your name."

"I'm working up to telling him it," Namjoon glared, blushing.

"Suuuure," Jungkook smirked.

"Are you two done wasting time?" Jimin snapped. "Afternoon classes are cancelled so we can practice."

"Wait!" Namjoon was bewildered. "You don't have that kind of authority-"

Jimin whipped around and gave him a freezing glare, cutting the boy off.

"N...nevermind," Namjoon stuttered.

"Who said I even want to compete?" Jungkook piped up. "I just bought a bunch of new video games and I was gunna spend all weekend playing them!"

"Didn't you read the poster?" Jimin crossed his arms. "September. Seventeenth. That's a week away! That's barely any time at all! Prepare to spend the next seven days doing nothing but practicing, dancing, sweating and rehearsing!"

Namjoon and Jungkook groaned, knowing there was no way out of this.

White Creek was a performing arts university, where every student was gifted at any form of artistic expression, like dancing, singing, producing, songwriting, painting, pottery, theater, performing, screenwriting and everything else in between.

Namjoon himself was a rapper, and Jungkook was a dancer. He also could sing, but he preferred dancing.

Jimin was a star student, who was majoring in singing, performing, dancing and dabbled a little in producing.

Hoseok was the same, but with rapping instead of singing. They were a perfect match...or perfect enemies, if that's how you wanted to look at it.

Either way, something told Namjoon this year was going to be the most interesting year White Creek had ever seen.

-

Min Yoongi sat in the small metal chair that faced the dean's large mahogany desk, his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for the dean to finish looking over his portfolio.

The dean of White Creek, Mr. Lee Jihwan, flipped a page, taking his time.

So Yoongi rolled his eyes at the slow pace and looked around the room.

The office was on the top floor of the school, and the back wall was made entirely of glass, providing a perfect view of the busy streets of Seoul below. White Creek wasn't an ordinary school- they didn't have math classes or science labs or spelling bee's. What they did have was eighty seven dance studios and practice rooms, forty six stages and auditoriums, sixty one music production/recording rooms and a cafeteria that had more options to choose from than should be physically possible to fit in one place.

Yoongi didn't care about any of that, however, except for the music production aspect. He was a rapper, first and foremost, but he also wrote songs and made music videos, all written, composed and directed by him.

He actually hated school, and all the shitty assholes who attended or worked in them, but he was willing to put himself through this place for one reason and one reason only.

He had dropped out of high school freshman year and finished it online instead. He was too busy with his music making to attend classes in person, and although his parents had kicked him out for it, his videos got millions of views and likes. An underground rap group took him in and they became Yoongi's family. They were completely different from the posh, rich idiots who filled this school, but Yoongi wasn't interested in making friends with them.

He just wanted to win the talent show.

Have you heard what first place would win? It was Yoongi's ticket out of South Korea. It was his ticket to international stardom and the thought of having his music reach so many people nearly took his breath away.

But of course, before he could enter the show, he had to be accepted into the school. Hence why he was waiting for Mr. Lee to finish looking over all his music achievements.

Finally, finally, the dean lowered the documents. He had already seen Yoongi's videos, and though he wouldn't show it, he liked what he saw, which was potential.

"Well?" Yoongi prompted, raising an eyebrow. 

"Well, Mr. Min, you do show a vast knowledge for composing, and there aren't as many rappers in White Creek as I would hope for, so it would be a great benefit to admit you into this school." Mr. Lee said, smiling.

Yoongi jumped up. "Fuck yes! When do I-"

"Hold on a minute," The dean held up a hand, and Yoongi paused in confusion.

"There is still the matter of you dropping out of high school that I cannot overlook," Mr. Lee said.

"What?" Yoongi stared. "I completed all my classes online! You saw that paperwork! Lowest grade was a B-!"

"Yes, but it shows that you choose what you want to do over what you need to do, and that type of thinking isn't to the White Creek standard. So, I noticed you don't have any dancing in your history or videos."

"No," Yoongi scowled. "I don't like dancing, I'm not a dancer."

Mr. Lee grinned. "You are now. Welcome to White Creek, Mr. Min."

-

Yoongi couldn't believe this. He thought dance was fucking gay. His style never incorporated dance- he was like the complete opposite of a dancer! How was he supposed to be a badass rapper if he was twirling around the stage at the same time? 

He groaned and hit his fist to his forehead, annoyed with the situation.

But if he wanted to be accepted and have a shot at the talent show, he would have to take dance classes. A small price to pay in the big scheme of things. Hopefully his underground friends would never hear of this.

He looked down at the paper in his hand, given to him by the secretary. It was his class schedule and locker info. He had vocal warm ups in the morning, free period (which he was just going to spend working on his music anyway) then a composing class, recording, lunch, and lastly....ugh...dance practice.

Someone was supposed to have been assigned to show him around the school, and someone else would help him with his dancing, but so far, Yoongi had yet to meet either. He was tempted to ditch all his classes and just seal himself in a recording room to practice his bit for the talent show, but dismissed the thought. He was on thin ice right now and Mr. Lee was expecting excellent behavior, not Yoongi's usual behavior. He didn't want to get kicked out and miss his shot at the prize.

So he sucked it up and went to his locker to wait for whoever was supposed to show him around.

Students stared at him as they passed by. He really stood out, not just because he was extremely attractive, but because his clothes were dark and scary, and everyone else was dressed in short, bright designer clothing.

Yoongi sighed, leaning against the lockers. He put his headphones in closed his eyes, tuning out the world.

-

"And just where do you think you're going?" Hoseok stepped in front of Seokjin's way as the older boy was trying to head to the door.

Hoseok glared, his hands on his hips. "I know you're not skipping out on practice."

"Sorry," Seokjin apologized and ducked under his friend's arm. "I just got notified by the student council that I'm supposed to show a transfer kid around the school today. I'll be back as soon as I can, promise!"

"What?!" Hoseok gasped. "Fuck that kid! We only have a week until auditions and you're skipping out in the first five minutes for some nobody?"

Taehyung raised his hand from where he was sitting down in the middle of the practice room. "If Jin gets to leave, can I leave too? That Jungkook kid was telling me about the new video games he just bought and I really wanna-"

Hoseok whipped around to face him and glared. "NO!"

Taehyung shrank back and picked at his shoelaces glumly.

"Sorry Hobi but I don't really have a choice, I have to go do this," Seokjin said softly. "I'll hurry back, I swear. I want to win too, you know."

Hoseok groaned. "I swear, this is Jimin's doing."

"I don't really think he would stoop to a low level just to win a school talent show," Seokjin smiled. "You're being paranoid."

And with that, he quickly slipped out the door.

"If we lose, it's all your fault!" Hoseok shouted after him.

-

Seokjin walked down the halls to the area where the lockers were. The student council's text told him the new boy would be there, and he lowered his phone to scan the area.

A few students passed him, smiling and greeting him, and he smiled back. 

Then his eyes saw the entirely black clad boy leaning against a row of lockers, with his music playing so loud Seokjin could hear it from five feet away.

Was this the new kid he was supposed to show around? He was scary...

Seokjin gulped, but shoved his fear aside and walked over. He tapped the boy on his shoulder and gave him a bright smile and a wave. "Hey there! I'm Seokjin and I'm here to introduce you to this awesome school! Welcome to White Creek, can I offer you a tour?"

The boy slowly looked at him and removed one earbud. The heavy music and fast rapping was even louder.

The boy didn't answer, but he pushed himself off the lockers and put his hands in his pockets.

Seokjin took that as a yes and started walking, the boy following just behind him. 

"So we're exiting the lockers area and entering the performing arts area, where all the school plays and theaters are held and practiced in. Our school is known for its talented students, did you know we had ninety eight percent of our theater kids get roles in major films and broadway shows last year?"

"Wow." The boy's voice was deep and monotone.

Seokjin sighed. This was going to be a long tour.

-

"I can't believe you, Park Jimin!" Namjoon scowled as they left the student council's office. "That was so low!"

Jimin laughed. "Oh please, I just sent one of Hoe-suck's friends on a fun filled tour to show the new kid around, aren't I nice? It'll look good on his college applications."

"You didn't do it to better him, you did it so Hoseok would have a late start for his practicing." Namjoon crossed his arms. "If Seokjin gets yelled at for what you did, I swear-"

"You'll what?" Jimin rounded on him. "Just because he's your little boy crushie doesn't mean you're allowed to pick him over this team, or more importantly, me."

Namjoon glared as Jimin turned back and continued walking. "Besides, we're going to win anyways, so it's not like I just ruined their chances." He rolled his eyes.

"You keep bringing me and Jungkook into this, but you seem to forget that I'm a rapper and he's a singer. We aren't dance majors like you." Namjoon reminded him.

Jimin smirked, ruffling his hair. "Oh trust me, I know you're not a dancer. But the contest clearly stated it was a dance performance, not anything else. So you're lucky you're friends with me because I'm the only one who can whip you two into five star dancers like myself."

Namjoon sighed. "I wouldn't say lucky..."

-

Seokjin stopped in the doorway to the large cafeteria. "I'm going to grab a water bottle, want anything?"

The boy shook his head.

"Alright, just wait here and I'll be right back," Seokjin promised.

As soon as the boy's pink clothed back was turned, Yoongi walked away.

-

"Get up," Hoseok snapped, nudging Taehyung with his foot.

The younger boy quickly stood, brushing his hoodie off. "Hey! What was that for?"

"We're going on a little mission," Hoseok smirked.

Taehyung beamed. "Anything to get out of practice!"

-

Jimin opened the door to their private practice room and twirled his way inside.

"Oh Jungkookie!" He sang, stopping in a perfect pirouette. "Are you ready to be transformed into the second best dancer in-" He stopped when he opened his eyes and saw the room was empty.

"Where the fuck is Jungkook?" Jimin demanded, facing Namjoon.

"How am I supposed to know?" Namjoon exclaimed. "I'm not his babysitter!"

Jimin raced to the door and looked up and down the hallway. "JUNGKOOK!!!"

Namjoon winced. Silently, he prayed Jungkook was far, far away.

-

"Yoongi?" Seokjin was confused as he looked around. The scary boy was nowhere to be seen.

Did he wander off and get lost? Seokjin wondered. Ah, I better find him so I can get back to Hoseok quickly, not to mention the student council will kill me if they find out I lost the new kid!

But then his phone rang, and he quickly answered it.

"Hey, honey-"

"Why did you hang up on me earlier?!" The female's shrill voice screeched.

And Seokjin cringed. This morning was just getting worse and worse.

-

Jungkook was running.

He knew as soon as Jimin overheard some kids talking about a new kid transferring in, that an evil idea was taking place.

Namjoon had followed Jimin to the student council, trying to talk him out of his sabotage plan, but Jungkook knew it would be no use. Once Jimin wanted something, he got it. 

And he also knew he did not want to spend the next seventy years of his life having to practice with Dictator Jimin. So as soon as the coast was clear, he raced out of the practice room and just kept running.

Out of breath, he ducked into the nearest vacant room- the janitors closet.

It was dark and cramped and smelled like cleaning supplies.

But to Jungkook, it was heaven.

-

Yoongi wandered around the halls, searching for the producing rooms.

Seokjin seemed like a nice guy but he was taking too long to get to the stuff Yoongi really wanted to check out, so he decided to relieve the boy of his duties and give himself a tour.

The school was huge, but there weren't many signs around.

So Yoongi grabbed the handle of the door closest to him and opened it.

"Oh," He was surprised to see the room was occupied by two boys.

"Who the fuck are you?" A silver haired boy crossed his arms and glared.

-

The first chance he got, Taehyung ditched Hoseok.

The boy was too busy ranting about how he was going to get even with Jimin to even notice Taehyung slipping away.

The boy ducked into a room, leaning against the door and sighing heavily to himself.

"Who's there?" A voice suddenly asked and Taehyung yelped in surprise.

His hand fumbled for a light switch and when he flicked it on, he was surprised to see Jungkook standing in the middle of the room.

"Get your own hiding spo-Taehyung?" Jungkook tilted his head.

"Hey, Jungkook!" Taehyung grinned. "What are you doing here?"

"Hiding from Jimin. You?"

"Hiding from Hoseok."

The two boys looked at each other before laughing.

Jungkook walked over to Taehyung and the two sat down on the floor, knowing it was going to be awhile before they would be safe to walk out of here.

"You know, I love Hoseok and all, and honestly he's a really great friend, most of the time, but whenever there's a contest or Jimin is mentioned, he completely changes into a stone cold asshole." Taehyung said glumly.

"Yeah, Jimin is so sweet and kind 99% of the time, but when it comes to dance or performing or Hoseok, he just becomes a bitch." Jungkook sighed. "I hate it."

"Me too," Taehyung agreed. "I'd rather play video games with you than break my neck with all the new moves Hoseok came up with."

"Tell me about it," Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Jimin is relentless with insisting we practice from dawn to dusk!"

"And I'm not even a dancer!" Both boys shouted their frustrations at the same time.

Taehyung looked at Jungkook, his mind racing as a new idea took him over. "You know, I actually really respect and admire Jimin."

"Yeah, and Hoseok seems like a great person to hang out with, when he's not angry." Jungkook said.

Taehyung grinned. "I think I have a plan."

-

"Jimin, don't be rude." Namjoon placed a hand on his tiny friend's shoulder and smiled at the new boy. "Hi, nice to meet you, my name is Kim Namjoon. And what's your-"

"Wait, Jimin?" The new boy asked. "As in, Park Jimin?"

Jimin smirked at Namjoon, shoving his hand off. "Ha, see, he knows me! He's just the first of many admirers who will know my name after I win the talent show!"

He walked up to the boy. "So, what do you want? An autograph is ten dollars and a picture is twenty. A birthday shoutout is fifty and if you want me to follow your social media, forget about it."

"Wow. Anyways, can you just sign this?" The blonde haired boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.

Jimin snatched it and read the text quickly. He gasped, his shocked eyes meeting the bored ones of the mysterious boy.

"You're the new kid?"

"New kid?" Namjoon hurried over. "Where's Seokjin? Wasn't he showing you around?"

"Yeah, till I ditched him." Yoongi nodded at the paper. "Says here you're supposed to be my dance instructor or whatever."

Namjoon glanced at Jimin, knowing this news wouldn't sit well with the dancer.

Jimin was shaking with rage, his eyes glaring into a dimension only he could see. The paper split in half and Namjoon gasped.

"HOSEOK!!!" Jimin yelled. "I'll kill you!"

-

Hoseok still hadn't noticed Taehyung was gone, but he heard Jimin's shout with crystal clarity.

He ran down the hall to the source of the scream, and yanked open the door.

"You yelled?" He batted his eyelashes innocently.

"You!" Jimin rounded on him. "You little fucking rat!"

Hoseok leaned against the door and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Oh please, you started it by sending my Seokjin on a useless tour." He scanned the room. "Where is he, anyways?"

Yoongi shrugged.

"I'll go find him!" Namjoon volunteered, his arm shooting into the air.

But Jimin pushed him back before standing so close to Hoseok that their chests bumped. "I only sent your little sidekick on a twenty minute detour; you sent me on a year long babysitting mission!"

"Hey, you think I want to dance?" Yoongi bristled. "I don't want to take your class even more than you don't wanna teach me!"

He was ignored by the two fighting rivals.

"I guess you'll be so busy teaching the newbie here that you won't have any time to practice your teams own routine." Hoseok smirked. "Oh well, not my problem."

"You know I'll get even with you, right?" Jimin snapped. "You better make sure the ER accepts your health insurance."

"Don't start what you can't finish, second place." Hoseok threatened.

Namjoon pushed them apart. "Whoa, you guys need to take it down about fifty notches. It's just a talent show!"

"It's not just a talent show!" Hoseok and Jimin shouted at the same time.

Namjoon shook his head. "Whatever. Someone needs to find Seokjin."

"Not you, you can't even find Jungkook." Jimin snorted.

"He's not my responsibility!"

"Ha," Hosoek laughed. "Can't even keep your team in order! How lame is that, Tae? Taehyung?" Hoseok whipped around when he finally noticed his friend wasn't behind him anymore.

"Looks like your team doesn't even want to be around you." Jimin sneered.

Hoseok scowled, giving him the middle finger, before storming out of the room, shouting for Taehyung.

"I'll show you where you can stick that finger!" Jimin yelled, running after him. "JUNGKOOK!!!"

The room was quiet after they left and Namjoon looked to Yoongi.

"So, I never got your name."

The boy sighed. "Yoongi. Min Yoongi."

Namjoon nodded, then a question popped into his mind. "Hey...did Seokjin ever give you his number if you had questions or anything?"

Yoongi nodded. "A waste of time, but yeah."

Namjoon's heart raced. "Would you mind if I got it?"

Yoongi frowned. "I'm not sure if I have the right to give out other people's numbers..."

"Oh, he's my friend! I just got a new phone last week and I lost all my contacts," Namjoon laughed nervously.

Yoongi shrugged, not caring. "Yeah sure, got a pen?"

-

"I just realized something," Taehyung said.

"That orange citrus bleach is an actual thing?" Jungkook asked as he scanned the shelves of cleaning supplies. He opened the cap and sniffed it. "Whew! What's the point in making it scented, what dumbass is going to sniff bleach?" He took another whiff. "Oh..."

"When we eventually have to leave this room, people are going to think we snuck in here to make out or something, and if Jimin or Hoseok catch us, they'll kill us for even breathing the same air." Taehyung explained.

"Or a third option, the janitor locks us in for the weekend and we only have each others company for two whole days." Jungkook said. 

Taehyung smiled. "That third option sounds better than the first two. I'd take it."

Jungkook blushed. "Yeah, so would I."

-

Namjoon stared at the phone in his hand. Seokjin was added into his contacts. He was staring at Kim Seokjin's phone number. Holy shit.

Seokjin was added into his contacts.

Seokjin was added into his contacts.

He drew a deep breath. Was he really going to call? What would he even say? What if Seokjin never picked up? How would he explain how he got the boys number without sounding like a creep?

For once, Namjoon decided not to use his head, and just hit dial.

And the phone rang.

-

"-and don't tell me you forgot about our dinner plans tonight either!"

Seokjin cringed, holding his phone away from his ear. "Honey, I didn't-"

"I swear to God Jin, if you ditch me tonight I'm breaking up with you!" She continued to screech.

"I won't." He promised. "But Hoseok-"

Beep beep!

Seokjin looked down at his screen and saw he was getting another call.

Grateful for the excuse to hang up on his girlfriend, Seokjin quickly answered the unknown number.

"Hello?" He breathed, hurrying down the hallway in search of Yoongi.

There was a pause, and then a familiar voice spoke.

"...Seokjin?"

Seokjin cocked his head as he looked into a few classrooms but didn't see the intimidating new boy. He knew he had heard the voice before but he couldn't exactly remember who it was from.

"Yeah, that's me." Seokjin said, walking down the hall. "And your name?"

The boy on the other end stuttered cutely, and then Seokjin knew.

"Dimples!" He gasped.

Then he chuckled. "Sorry, I just knew I knew your voice from somewhere but I couldn't remember where, but then I remembered your dimples when you stumble on your words. You're Jimin's friend, right? Sorry, I don't think I got your name."

"Uh, um, uh, I-I'm N-Namjoon, uh K-Kim Na-Namjoon," the boy stuttered.

Seokjin chuckled. "Cute. Nice to meet you, Namjoon. You can call me Jin."

"You don't hate me for being Jimin's friend?" Namjoon asked, sounding surprised.

"No way, you don't hate me for being Hoseok's friend." Seokjin reminded him. "And they mean well, they're just...overly passionate sometimes."

"Yeah, understatement of the year." Namjoon snorted.

Seokjin laughed and it made Namjoon's heart flutter.

"Oh, I got your number from Yoongi, by the way." Namjoon said.

"You met him?" Seokjin gasped. "Where is he? I lost him!"

"We're in the west wing practice rooms. Suite seven."

"I'm on my way!" Seokjin hung up and started running.

-

"Get out of my way, loser." Hoseok scowled, shoving Jimin as they both raced down the hall.

"You get out of my way, cunt." Jimin snapped, pushing him back.

"Don't touch me with those second place stained hands!"

"These hands have held more first place trophies than your dirty little-"

A door suddenly swung open and all four boys crashed into each other.

"Oof!" Jungkook gasped, once again landing on his ass.

"Taehyung?" Hoseok blinked. "What the hell were you doing in a storage closet with...him?" He spat.

"Don't talk about my team member like that." Jimin helped Jungkook stand and wrapped an arm around him in what seemed like a protective manner, but was really more of a soft strangle.

Jungkook grimaced. He tried to talk to Taehyung, but Jimin placed his hand over the boys mouth.

"We'll be going now, have fun practicing without your visual!" Jimin sneered, dragging Jungkook away.

Pretty sure this is mild kidnapping, the younger boy thought.

"Have fun tutoring the scary new kid all year long!" Hoseok shouted back.

"Bye, Jungkook!" Taehyung waved.

"And you!" Hoseok growled, grabbing his arm roughly, dragging him the opposite way. "What were you doing with the enemy?"

"He's not the enemy!" Taehyung pouted. "He's my friend!"

"He's the enemy," Hoseok insisted. "And I don't want to see you hanging out with him ever again, understand?"

Taehyung sighed, letting Hoseok take him away.

He hoped his plan would work.

-

Seokjin burst into the practice room and spied the dark new boy instantly.

"You!" He stormed over and Yoongi stood up, looking uninterested.

"Oh, hey." Yoongi nodded.

"You ditched me!" Seokjin scowled, grabbing the boys shirt and yanking him close.

Yoongi's eyes shot open wide. He didn't expect the soft, pink boy to suddenly turn so physical.

"Jin."

Seokjin looked over his shoulder and saw Namjoon walking over. He released Yoongi.

"I'm going to handcuff you to me if you ever try to run away again," he warned the small rapper.

He faced Namjoon and beamed brightly. "Hey!"

"H-hey," Namjoon blushed.

"Text me anytime, okay?" Seokjin smiled. "And if I suddenly say something rude, that just means Hoseok stole my phone again. Ignore him."

Namjoon chuckled. "I thought only Jimin did that."

"You're all fucking weird." Yoongi spoke up.

The door opened and Jimin tossed Jungkook into the room.

"You, in." He nudged Jungkook past the threshold with his foot, before marching over to Seokjin and grabbing his arm, leading him out of the room. "You, out."

"Jimin-"

Namjoon was cut off when Jimin slammed the door shut.

Jimin placed his hands on his hips and glared at the new boy. "And you!"

"My name is Yoongi." Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

"You stay out of my way." Jimin hissed.

"Gladly. Tell me where the production rooms are and I'll be on my way." Yoongi crossed his arms.

"No, Seokjin will get in trouble if the student council finds out he didn't finish his assignment!" Namjoon gasped.

"Who cares? That's good news for me!" Jimin rolled his eyes.

Namjoon faced Yoongi. "Please don't tell them." He begged.

Yoongi shrugged. "Okay, I don't care."

"Well he can't stay here!" Jimin snapped. "This is a private practice room!"

"You'll get in trouble for not teaching him." Namjoon reminded him.

Jimin groaned loudly, stomping his foot. "Fine! New boy!"

"Yoongi." Yoongi said coldly.

"Just sit on the sidelines and don't watch." Jimin instructed.

"I'll take a nap." Yoongi walked over to the wall and laid down, resting his head on his arms.

The only thing he loved more than music was sleeping, so he wasn't too upset this was how his first day was going.

He fell asleep to the sound of Jimin screeching at Namjoon and Jungkook about the choreography and was so glad that wasn't him.

-

Yoongi spent most of his days at his new school suffering through the masses of popular rich kids, working on his next mixtape and sleeping through Jimins dance class.

He felt bad for Namjoon and Jungkook, who were worked until they were exhausted, every day.

He didn't like Jimin much, or Hoseok either. They were too...passionate.

Yoongi was passionate too, but in a more quiet way that didn't annoy others.

The two were loud and in each others faces constantly. Poor Seokjin and Namjoon always had to tear them apart.

Yoongi knew it was only a matter of time before firecracker diva Jimin and haughty, stuck up Hoseok had angry hate sex.

-

Soon, it was the 17th.

Audition day.

Yoongi saw the line for the auditorium and it seemed like everyone in White Creek was applying for a spot in the talent show.

As expected, Jimin and Hoseok were arguing over who got to audition first.

"I was in line first, you stupid cheating loser!" Jimin snapped.

"The only first you've ever known, skank ass second place!" Hoseok fired back.

Namjoon sighed. "Guys, you're both going to get spots in the show, so what does it matter who goes first?"

"It matters everything!" They both screeched at him and Namjoon stepped back, eyes wide.

He wisely stepped back and let the judges handle assigning spots.

-

Hours passed as nearly a thousand students went through their routines, and then finally the judges looked at the last line on their list.

"And finally, we have one final group." One said.

Namjoon frowned. "How can there only be one group? There's us and Hoseok's group, and Yoongi. That's three!"

Jimin smirked, standing up and fluffing his hair. "Only real talent can apply, the judges took one look at those two losers and axed them. As they should've."

"Now calling Bangtan Sonyeondan!"

Jimin paused, confused. "What the hell is that?"

Taehyung and Jungkook raced over excitedly, pulling an angry Hoseok, a confused Seokjin and a disgruntled Yoongi along with them.

"Guys, guys!" Jungkook jumped up and down. "Guess what Tae and I did!"

"Why the fuck were you talking with the enemy?" Hoseok snapped at Taehyung.

"Because you and Jimin are dictator assholes and Gukkie and I are sick of it." The boy answered, crossing his arms.

"Excuse me?!" Jimin shrieked.

"What did you just call me?" Hoseok growled.

"The hell's a 'Gukkie'?" Yoongi muttered.

"Yeah, so we signed all seven of us up together!" Jungkook explained. "As a group! Instead of three separate ones!"

Jimin stared in shock, looking like he was about to have a heart attack.

Hoseok looked like he was about to murder someone.

Seokjin shrugged, not really minding the new situation.

Namjoon glanced at Seokjin, butterflies erupting when he realized he was now on the same team as his crush.

Yoongi blinked. "Wait- you did what?"

"Now calling Bangtan Sonyeondan!" The judge repeated.

"Come on!" Jungkook urged, he and Taehyung shoving them to the stage. "You can't change it this late, so let's just work together on this!"

Before Jimin or Hoseok could argue, or kill the younger boys, they were on stage and the three judges were looking at them expectantly.

"After this," Jimin hissed to Jungkook as they got into position for their separate routine. "I'm going to strangle you."

Jungkook gulped and looked a few feet away to Taehyung, who looked like he was getting yelled at as well.

They were only about two yards apart as they all started their separate routines, but to Taehyung, it felt like an ocean between them all.

As he flawlessly performed the routine Hoseok had drilled into him and Seokjin, Taehyung hoped his plan would bring them all together, and win them the prize.

-

Ideas I had: a rival group gets threatened by the gang so they try to sabotage BTS which ends up bringing the group closer (endgame jihope and namjin uwu)