Yoongi was watching Jungkook try to teach his boyfriend Taehyung the new dance. The three of them were at Jungkook's dance studio, Yoongi sitting against the mirror, watching the love birds.

The choreography was difficult, according to Taehyung which was a complete lie because even Yoongi knew what a good dancer Taehyung was. Well, Tae could move better than Yoongi so that automatically made him a better dancer according to Yoongi. His lie was invalid to him. He kept using the excuse that the dance was hard and that he need Jungkook to help him when really, he just wanted a reason to touch his boyfriend.

Tae and Jungkook had bought the studio nearly two years ago when they first started going out, saying that they both wanted to be dance teachers. They kind of were in a way. They gave lessons on Tuesday, Thursday and Friday afternoons and Saturday mornings. The classes were never really packed but they enjoyed it that way. It was actually owned by a friend but the two liked to pretend.

Yoongi had a small smile on his face when his phone buzzed. Pulling out his phone, he saw that he had a text from his best friend that made his smile grow wider.

Hope: Yoongi I'm being dragged into a sex shop by Jimin help me.

Yoongi couldn't stop the small blush that spread across his cheeks at the thought of Hoseok entering a sex shop. He looked up from his phone just in time to see Tae actually kissing his boyfriend, their arms around each other. Jungkook's hands were tangled in Taehyung's hair and Tae's were gripping Jungkook's waist. They'd abandoned the fake practises and started making out.

'Oh my god. Can you fucking refrain from kissing around me?' Yoongi shouted, covering his eyes. He peeked through the gaps in his finger to see Taehyung giving him the finger, not breaking away from Jungkook. Instead, he pulled Jungkook closer and groped his ass, making Yoongi gag. He stood and grabbed his shoulder bag, covering his eyes again. Great. Now I've got to bleach them to get rid of this fucking image.

'Can you seriously not make out in front of me? If you are, I'm going to go find Jin and see if he wants to go out later.' He peeked again and saw that the two lovebirds had broken apart but still had contact on each other. Tae still had his hands on Jungkook's ass but at least they weren't kissing anymore so Yoongi couldn't complain.

'Okay. Sorry Yoongi. Please stay and watch us!' Jungkook exclaimed, his eyes bright.

'No it's okay. I've got lyrics to write anyway.' He mumbled and headed to the door, waving a little. He'd gained a slight sense of inspiration and it wanted to use it.
Once he was out on the street, he pulled out his phone and saw that he had more texts from Hoseok.

Hope: FUCK HE'S BUYING A HUGE PINK ONE HELP ME. OH IT'S FOR ME. I DON'T NEED A FUCKING DILDO.
Hope: He says it's too spice up our sex life. Deer lord. I'm so scared it's fucking huge.

At that one, Yoongi's heart sunk a little in his chest. He'd never actually admit it to anyone, but he kind of had a crush on his best friend. They'd known each other for almost four and a half years. They'd started talking when Yoongi posted a video of him rapping on Instagram. Since then, they'd basically talked non-stop. They'd even skyped and talked on the phone to each other. The two of them had still never met one another though. Yoongi always told himself that it was a good thing they'd never met because then it meant he wouldn't kiss Hoseok on sight. If he'd actually met his friend, there'd be no way he'd be able to control himself around the younger one. He didn't want to be a homewrecker. He has a boyfriend. I can't fuck up their relationship.

Hope: FUCKING ANSWER ME YOU TWATBAG.
Yoongs: Send me a pic when you're done ;)
Hope: Okay fuck you. You're as bad as him.
Hope: Yoongi answer me you twatbag.
Hope: Why are you ignoring me? Fine this friendship is over. You're as bad as my boyfriend. I'm breaking up with both of you.

Yoongi started laughing, trying to ignore the little pang of hurt in his chest. He really wanted Hoseok to like him the way Yoongi liked Hoseok. He wished his friend would break up with this Jimin dude and start dating Yoongi. It was only just wistful thinking. Even he knew that the chances of them dating were slim. Besides, he was sure Jimin was a good guy and Yoongi's judgement and jealously clouded his thoughts about the boyfriend. With a small sigh, he pulled his headphones out of his pocket and plugged them into his phone. He started walking towards his apartment, music in his ears.

It didn't take him long to get there, maybe twenty minutes or so. He'd stopped by the coffee shop to grab something. Once he climbed the several staircases (because fuck waiting for the lift, he just wanted to get upstairs) to get to his apartment room, he hastily unlocked it and slammed it shut, feeling slightly frustrated.

Already, he felt the slight inspiration to write slipping away from him and he fucking hated it. Every time he didn't write lyrics or music, he felt off, like something was wrong and felt like there was an itch erupting all over his body he couldn't quite get to and satisfy. He opened the door to his make shift studio, revealing a microphone that barely ever worked hooked up to a camera with headphones attached. He couldn't afford a proper sound recording set but this would do. It worked its magic well enough since he wasn't a professional producer. He sat down in the desk and switched on the computer, arms resting on the surface. He hadn't written music in ages and the constant bug was there, poking and prodding.

His phone sat on his desk, dinging every so often. He was tempted to pick it up and check to see what Hoseok had messaged him this time but he refrained. He needed to get this song finished yet nothing was coming to him. He spun the pen around in his fingers, face in a frown. With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair, dropping the pen onto the desk before swivelling around in his chair a few times, staring at the ceiling. His phone vibrated on his desk again and he leapt up to get it. He was a little disappointed when he saw that it was from Jin though.

Jinnie: Are you hungry? I'm going out for lunch. I'll stop by after this shift and pick you up. We're going out for lunch.

Pausing, he frowned at the text. As much as he wanted to go out, he really needed to get this music done. One thing he couldn't stand was his music going unfinished. Yet, at the same time, maybe going out might give me more inspiration?

Jin had that type of effect on him. He somehow managed to calm him down and give him comfort, no matter what. Yoongi always pegged it as them being closer in age and being more comfortable around each other.

What was there to be lost anyway. It wasn't like Yoongi was actually producing anything. More or less just sitting at his desk, seething in frustration. After a few more moments of back and forth arguing with himself, he replied.

Yoongi: Sounds good. See you in a few.

***
Jin had ordered them steak and Yoongi wasn't really hungry. He'd agreed to go with him just to talk about stuff. So Jin ate the steak while Yoongi watched and sipped on the milkshake he had. Yoongi wouldn't meet Jin's eyes, just stared out the window while Jin's gaze was on him.

'What's up cranky puss? You look like you've swallowed a lemon.' Jin mumbled with a mouth full of food. Yoongi shrugged as his phone pinged in his pocket. Hobi had texted him with an image of him holding up a pink fucking dildo and a grimace on his face.

Hope: Image attached.

Hope: Come kill my boyfriend for me. Do you think if I hid this he'd notice?

Yoongi started choking on his drink and he covered his mouth with his hand, a faint blush covering his cheeks. Oh my god. He looked up from his phone and saw that Jin was smirking at him with an eyebrow raised. His fork was half way to his mouth.

'Is it that boy again?' Jin asked. He already knew the answer though.

'Yes.' Yoongi giggled again and Jin rolled his eyes.

Only Jin knew about Hoseok. It was an accident as to how he found out.

Yoongi had left his phone on the kitchen table (a bad move to begin with living in an apartment with four other boys, two who were noisy, bratty teenagers) open and unlocked. Seokjin had just managed to walk past right as Hoseok had texted him. They'd be subtly flirting with each other and Jin had accidentally read a text and Yoongi ended up pouring his heart out, unable to hide it now that someone knew.

'Is he still with that Jimin kid?' He asked. Yoongi nodded and turned his phone off.

'I have a feeling that once he meets you, he'd drop that Jimin guy quicker than a hot potato and come crawling over to you.' Seokjin winked at Yoongi and Yoongi blushed, covering his face with his hands.

'Sure.' Yoongi mumbled sarcastically and Jin shrugged. He didn't know the other two parties involved or what they were like but he was 100% sure of two things, whether his friend had told him or not. Yoongi was in love with Hoseok and Hoseok would be an utter fool to be with Jimin after meeting Yoongi. Of course, Jin kept this to himself. He'd get smacked if he said anything.

'I'm serious!' Jin shouted, earning a few glares from neighbouring tables. Covering his eyes, Yoongi didn't respond.

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So this is actually posted on AO3,,, and I wrote it (or finished it) about a year ago. i've been meaning to post it here for ages but never got around to it until tonight hddajdjs. 

It's also highkey unedited, i havent even read over this since september last year so uhhhhhhhhh. Please feel free to critic anything, point out mistakes, etc etc. 

Im in the process of rewriting this atm but like,,, yeah. Im still proud of this !

So uhhh, enjoy?

x Lyn