The dance team??? SERIOUSLY?

Jimin's jaw drops as he watches Y/N move, her in the middle of her tryout. He rubs his eyes, not believing the sight. So, when he told her about how he loves dancing, did she just conveniently forget to mention that she loves it too? God damn the way her hips move... her arms... her legs... her-

'Whack'

"Ow what the fuck!?" Jimin cries, falling on his ass. "Pay attention Park!" his coach yells. Great, his coach just hit him with a basketball. Wonderful coaching. Yoongi offers Jimin his hand and he sighs, taking it and standing. "If you want to be captain, you need to pay attention," Yoongi whispers as the team gets back in formation. "I know, I know. Sorry." Yoongi eyes him suspiciously but doesn't pry, instead deciding to get back in position.

Jimin reluctantly does the same, stealing one last glance at Y/N, who just finished her routine. She gets a few claps and smiles from the judges, her doing a little bow of thanks. Gosh she's so cute. Hot and cute. Dammit that's the perfect combo. She keeps getting better and bet-

'Fwheee'

The whistle goes off, making Jimin yelp. He looks around, noticing the team split half and half. One side is wearing black shirts, the other whites. He's a white, so he moves closer to his teammates. Of course, Yoongi is a black. Yoongi is literally like the best player on the team. Jimin wants to be captain, sure, what boy doesn't? But it's really Yoongi who should get it. He's so damn good it's scary sometimes.

Speaking of Yoongi - guess who has the ball? Ding ding ding, we have a winner, yes it is Min fucking Yoongi! Oh, who's the best player on the team again? Fucking Yoongi. Jimin gulps, sprinting into action to try and block Yoongi's shot. "No hard feelings?" Jimin asks. Yoongi snorts, "as if you'll beat me." It's safe to say he's right. Jimin ends up falling on his ass again, and Yoongi makes the shot.

They go back and forth for several minutes, both sides scoring points in their little scrimmage. There's no end in sight, but then, the whistle sounds off again. The shrill of the coach's torture device makes every player stop, the ball bouncing uselessly away.

"Good work, but we're taking a break for conditioning. Up to the weight room while I tryout the new recruits. Park, Min, stay with me." Of course the two top candidates for captain stay behind, watching as their teammates walk the path to the miserable weight room. The worst room on the planet. Literally.

"What do you want us to do sir?" Jimin asks, approaching his coach's side. "Just take notes, I want your opinions," the coach replies, pulling on his lanyard for a moment. Yoongi walks over as well, watching as several new players jump off the bleachers.

"Enjoy the show? That's what you're competing for. Every one of you will have a chance to show me what you got, so please, wait your turn. My name is Coach Ross, welcome to basketball." Jimin cringes. That's a line his coach uses way too much. 'Welcome to basketball'. Cringe.

Jimin watches as the players line up, the coach addressing them. However, coach's voice fades to the background as Jimin risks a peek behind him, seeing Y/N not too far away. She's on the sidelines, watching the other dancers tryout. None of them move like her. Or if they do, Jimin doesn't notice or care. All that matters is her.

He gulps, remembering Yoongi's words. If he wants to be captain, he has to pay attention. So, he turns around and looks at the new recruits as the coach asks them questions, filling out something on his clipboard. With a sigh, Jimin leans back on the balls of his feet.

This is gonna be a loooong day...

~~~

You stare in astonishment at his sweaty form. His hair all slicked back, his biceps showing due to that white tank top, his neck glistening under the lighting of the gym. How are you supposed to focus when Park Jimin is standing over there looking like a whole five Michelin star meal?

1) Do not fall for Park Jimin

God dammit he's making this hard. Regardless, you turn your head back to dance, watching as the tryouts conclude. There weren't that many new dancers this year, so that was pretty quick and painless. "Alright, thank you everyone for coming out, results will be posted tomorrow on the bulletin right outside... well, here, the gym," the woman instructor says. You don't quite recall her name, but oh well, that's not what's important right now.

The team splits, which makes you realize you need to go home. But... where's the fun in that? "Are we allowed to stay?" you ask, turning to your instructor. "Stay? For what? We don't have practice until tomorrow." You nod, "I mean to watch the basketball team." She bites her lower lip, looking out at the others. "I'm sorry, I doubt Coach Ross will like spectators. Trust me, I know they're hot but-" "Madam!" you interrupt, unable to help how flustered you're getting.

She laughs, "which one is it? Just point. Min Yoongi or Park Jimin?" You gulp, "I-I have no idea what you're talking about." She gives you a teasing smile, "sure. I'm guessing Jimin since you were staring at him the whole time." Alright, you're mortally embarrassed. "No staying, got it, I hope to see you tomorrow!" you nervously say, starting to walk away. "Yes, you will!" she calls, making your eyes widen.

You halt in your tracks, turning. "Wait... REALLY?!" you squeak a little too loudly. You can feel the gazes of the others on you. "I think so, you performed well. All I'm saying is... you have a good shot." Okay - you're smiling like an idiot. An absolute idiot. "Thank you, thank you so much!" you cheer, laughing ever so slightly. "Don't mention it... oh, and, your boyfriend is staring at you." "I don't have a-" You cut yourself off once you turn and meet Jimin's eyes. He instantly averts his gaze, fiddling with his fingers.

"Oh yeah, he's got it bad for you," she teases. "Bye madam thank you!" you nervously reply, practically sprinting out of there. As soon as the fresh air hits your skin, you sigh. The track field is directly across from you, the cross country team warming up on there. That's right - Chaeyoung's on cross country. She mentioned something about doing it her entire high school career. It was literally like the first thing she said to you. Nice job remembering L/N (sarcasm).

You walk down onto the track, locating her bright hair immediately. "Y/N!" she calls, noticing you as well. She sprints over to you, panting. "How'd tryouts go?" "Great actually but uh... am I interrupting?" She shakes her head, "nonsense, it's the first day, they're letting everyone run. You should join!" "It's getting late, it's already six-" "Shh," she interrupts, smiling. "A couple of laps, okay?" You really hate running, but who are you to say no to her? "Fine. A couple of laps." She giggles excitedly, grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

It's safe to say you ran more than a few laps

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A/N: Okay totally random but when I was editing this I died laughing. Idk there's something so funny to me about Jimin drooling over a girl then getting whacked with a basketball and falling on his ass. It sounds like such a Jimin thing