[Flashback, four years ago, continued]

Yoongi's hand, gently placed on Jimin's cheek, slowly slid so that his fingers rested on the nape of his neck. Jimin felt the older pull him closer.

Is this really happening?

When their lips met, Jimin could feel his soul leave his body.

It started slowly, Yoongi pressed his soft lips to his and Jimin answered with equal pressure. He pulled back to look into Yoongi's eyes, which were still shining slightly with tears.

Jimin didn't know what he was looking for in those dark pools, but when the older began to lean in again, Jimin set aside all of his judgment and reservation. He cupped Yoongi's jaw in his hands and kissed him again and again, trailing from his lips to his jawline, to his nose, and his cheeks, tasting the salt of one of Yoongi's escaped tears.

Jimin climbed into the older's lap, so eager that he was oblivious to just how much force he used until he heard the sound of Yoongi's back smash the piano keys. The older's arms wrapped around him and they set out on another round of urgent kisses as if they were both starved for oxygen and seeking it out within each other.

The classroom light turned on.

Yoongi pulled away reluctantly, still keeping a tight grip around Jimin's waist. Jimin turned to look toward the doorway.

"Dr. Hee!" he squeaked, hiding his face in Yoongi's neck.

The dance instructor laughed, shaking her head, "Sorry to interrupt. I can give you two minutes to gather yourselves, but after that my Culture and Performance lecture students will be filing in, Mr. Park."

Jimin, mortified, watched the instructor leave, closing the door behind her.

He slowly climbed off of Yoongi's lap, straightening out his appearance and then looked back up at the dark-haired boy.

"So.... ramen?" teased Yoongi.

[🕰 that's right, it's time-skip time! 🕰]

The two walked up to the counter. "Pick-up order for Park Jimin?" the younger inquired.

After paying, they walked to a nearby park finding a picnic bench in a rather secluded area. Jimin divided up the order and took a seat.

"So... what was that?" Jimin ventured, "I mean, are you okay, hyung? The song you played seemed to make you pretty emotional and I really didn't mean to take advantage of that so I'm sorry if it came off that way -"

"Park. You're babbling." Yoongi sighed. "I was a bit emotional, but outside of that... I felt it too. Don't worry. Let's just eat and then, I promise, I will answer your questions."

[End of flashback]

[a/n i'm sorry if the flashbacks are confusing, i am just translating this from the movie in my head...]

Hoseok came back to the studio floor with a water bottle. "Here you go... are you okay?" he studied the older's expression.

"Yeah. Sorry, my stomach just feels weird." It technically wasn't a lie, he had butterflies which were currently performing aerial gymnastics inside his body, "I guess I should leave the dancing to the professional."

Yoongi mindlessly began playing the piano keys, the chorus of the song they had just danced to. Hoseok's eyes widened and he couldn't contain himself, "Are you playing by ear? That's amazing!"

At this, he saw Yoongi's ears redden as he stopped playing. "I'm sorry," Hoseok began, "I didn't mean to make you self-conscious. I can be a loud-mouth at times. Or all the time, if you ask my roommate. But you're really talented if you can just play a song shortly after hearing it."

"Don't worry about it... and thank you," Yoongi replied when he felt a vibration in his pocket. He glanced at the text. "One second, this is from work"

Jin 🌸:

I'm so sorry, Yoongz but we had a reservation made for a huge group

😩😩😩

could you come in early to help prep?

Bunnyboy can't come until his normal shift, and Joonie's on baby duty

    ∙ ∙ ∙     [a/n 'is typing' symbol]

Yoongi 😴:

Sure hyung, stop freaking out

I'm happy to help

Jin 🌸:

🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

you can leave early and i'm going to pay you extra

for the inconvenience

Yoongi 😴:

you don't have to do that hyung

Jin 🌸:

fight me

Yoongi 😴:

🙄when should i get there?

Jin 🌸:

ASAFP!!!1!1!!!!1!!!!

"Hoseok, I'm sorry but the restaurant is getting busy and they need me to come in early. I'm going to have to get going," said Yoongi standing and looking down at the floor.

Hoseok took a step toward the older, "Listen - I'm not great at expressing myself even though I'm pretty outspoken, which people often mistake for the same quality. I just know that... I like you and I want to spend time with you again. Can ... can I have your number?"

Yoongi's face became entirely pink as he nodded. He opened a new text conversation on his phone and passed it to the brown-haired boy. Hoseok entered his information and sent himself a text so that he'd have Yoongi's number.

Hoseok passed back the phone and broke out in a huge smile, "Now that I've made everything sufficiently awkward, let me walk you out!"

- - -

Less than half a block away, Yoongi felt his phone vibrate.

Hoseok 🌞: 

thanks for dancing with me

Yoongi smiled remembering the feeling of Hoseok's hands on his waist and his unwavering gaze as they danced.

Yoongi 😴: 

 what's your coffee order?

I'll be waiting with it tomorrow morning