6/27/18

Jimin grinned at his screen as the seven idols danced along to their latest title track, his head bobbing along with the beat. Jimin had to admit that he was completely in love with the idol group SBT. He had been waiting for this comeback for weeks upon weeks and it had finally happened. Crazy colors, sick dance moves and incredible outfits? Jimin had been blown away. He was bursting at the seams with opinions and theories and absolutely had to talk with someone. All of his friends had never understood why Jimin was so obsessed with SBT and would always pick on him whenever the group came up. He knew they were just messing around and meant no harm by it, but to be honest, it made him want to talk about them less and he felt embarrassed whenever they brought them up around him. It was the worst.

Jimin's smile expanded by ten times as the video ended with the members staring into the camera. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't just there for the member's bodies, but their looks were a plus. Jimin grinned as he looked at the time on his phone and then at Yoongi's house. He doubted that Yoongi knew who SBT, or any other idol group, was. In the amount of times he had been to the older's house, he had never seen a TV or radio of any sort. Sure, Yoongi had his phone, but he doubted that the male spent his time looking up idol groups and their music like Jimin did.

Jimin stuffed his phone into his pocket and grabbed his Bluetooth speaker from a nearby shelf and slipped out his front door. With the amount of times he and Yoongi had traveled back and forth to each other’s houses, he was surprised the grass hadn’t been worn down or that they didn’t have a specified trail. Jimin burst through the front door, which he was surprised to find unlocked. Yoongi ungracefully slid out of his kitchen, his eyes widened out of surprise upon hearing him enter.

“Goddamn it, Park Jimin! You’re lucky I didn’t grab a knife.” Yoongi said as he breathed a sigh of relief.

“I should’ve knocked, but this can’t wait.” Jimin grinned, grabbing Yoongi’s hand and leading him into the latter’s living room.

“What is it that can’t wait?” Yoongi asked curiously as Jimin turned on his speaker and a little light turned blue on it.

“SBT released a new album.”

“SBT?”

“A seven member idol group that I love.”

Yoongi hummed as he watched Jimin looking up the album.

“What’s the album called?”

“Well, it’s in a series of albums called Adore Yourself. This is the last one in the series. We had She, Teardrop, Awe and now there’s Solution.” Jimin grinned excitedly.

Yoongi smiled, “You really love this group don’t you?”

Not as much you, Jimin thought, “Absolutely! I’ve been a fan since their third album. I’ve kind of watched them grow as a group. There’s nothing like knowing that you’ve seen their ups and downs as an artist.”

“I guess there isn’t.”

“Okay, so should we start with the series title tracks or nah?”

“Title tracks sound good.”

“Alright, we have Deoxyribonucleic Acid, Fake Adoration, and Icon.” Jimin hit play and the song blasted out of the speaker.

The first song started off with a soft whistling and Yoongi could already feel himself being grappled in. Jimin lept off the couch and began to dance along to the beat of the music.

Yoongi let out a soft laugh and Jimin smiled at him and stuck his hand out, gesturing for Yoongi to join him. Yoongi shook his head, “There is no way that I can dance even half as good as you can.”

“Don’t say that! All you have to do is just move with the song.” Jimin twirled and stuck his hand back out, “Now come on and dance with me!”

Yoongi grabbed onto the younger’s hand and dove off the couch and slowly began to move along with Jimin. The cheery uppity song that had been playing switched to a rockish type sounding song with deeper, more downcast lyrics. Yoongi cracked a gummy smile as Jimin tried to twerk but failed miserably. At the beginning of the third song, Yoongi had collapsed onto his stomach and Jimin looked like he had dove into a lake and then ate a thousand raw sugar packets. Yoongi had to admit, the saxophone in the song was nice to listen to while he tried to catch his breath. The song ended and a very sweaty Jimin collapsed in a corner. Yoongi lifted his head up to look at Jimin and laughed slightly before Jimin very tiredly joined in. They looked like a mess. Yoongi eventually managed to get up, despite his legs wanting to kill him every step and he worked his way towards the younger with his hand stretched out to help him up. Jimin latched on and heaved himself up before his legs gave out and he was back on the floor. Jimin laughed at himself before muttering, “I’m not getting home anytime soon..”

“I don’t think so, buddy.” Yoongi said, a light pink spreading on the bridge of his nose at the thought of Jimin possibly staying the night. “You should stay the night sometime.” Did that really just come out of his mouth?

“You think so?”

Yoongi nodded.

“Maybe I will sometime then.”

Yoongi cleared his throat, “Bridal or piggyback?”

“What?”

“How do you want to be picked up? Bridal or piggyback?”

“U-um, piggyback, please.”

Yoongi bent down in front of Jimin and waited for the younger’s arms around his neck before he stood up and carried him to the couch. He plopped him down before collapsing next to him.

“Gosh, you’re heavy, Jim.”

“Hey! I’m not heavy! I’m as light as a feather.” Jimin said in a matter of fact tone.

“Light as a feather mattress..” Yoongi mumbled, resulting in a slap on the arm from Jimin.

The two leaned back and took deep breaths.

Yoongi looked cautiously at Jimin, “You could stay the night over here if your legs are giving you too much trouble.”

“Nah, I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Jimin, you are not a bother, especially to me.”

Jimin smiled, “I think my legs will be okay long enough for me to get home.”

Jimin noticed Yoongi’s slight disappointed pout and added a, “I’d love to stay the night some time later on though.”

“That sounds good.”

“What did you think of SBT?”

“SBT?”

“The group we danced to.”

“Can you play the songs again? I don’t quite remember.”

Jimin started the title track over again and Yoongi leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

“I think the lyrics are my favorite part. They have meaning and aren’t just talking inappropriately about a girl’s body like most songs. They’re really poetic, well written and flow really smoothly. The beat’s amazing too and compliments the lyrics perfectly. I think the songs are really great.”

Jimin hadn’t expected for Yoongi to explain why he liked the songs. He hadn’t expected Yoongi to actually like them. “You like them?”

“Yeah, should I not?”

“Y-You should, it’s just, my other friends didn’t.”

“Well, I like them. You’re going to have to show me more of them.”

“I’d love to, Hyung!”

Jimin’s phone burst into a fit of vibrations on the coffee table, Taehyung’s name spread across the screen. Jimin quickly grabbed it and started for the door.

“I’ve gotta go, Hyung. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah! Bye, Jim!”

“Bye!” Jimin closed the door behind him.

“Well,” Yoongi said as he returned himself to the kitchen. “I guess it’s just me and you, egg biscuit.”

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