1 What was that for?

~Jimin's POV~

I woke up with a groan. Realizing we had dance practice this afternoon. I sat up. Blinking a few times, forcing my vision to focus on the rays of sun shining into my room, and the figure standing at the end of my bed. The figure smiled warmly.

"Jiminie. You're finally awake." I squinted at the figure, attempting to discern the features on the face, and the body attached to the head.

"It's Jin, Jiminie. Join us in the kitchen. I'm gonna make you all some breakfast." He smiled again before he turned and walked out. Closing the door softly behind him. I angrily slid out of bed. Trudging tiredly to my dresser. Opening my top drawer. Pulling out a blue Hurley t-shirt. Opening the bottom drawer and pulling out a pair of nice-looking, but slightly faded blue jeans. I slid them on. Sighing walking to my closet and grabbing a belt. After I got that on, I walked to my door. Opening it and slowly entering the hallway. I watched my feet step, and step, and step, as I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I smashed into a figure, who was cursing angrily at me. I looked up at a tired-looking, but angry, Yoongi.

"Oh. Sorry, Yoongi. I didn't watch where I was going." I managed to breath out, praying he wasn't as pissed as he looked.

"It's fine Jimin. Just pay attention to where you're going next time." With that, he slid past me and down the hall to his studio. I continued down the hall to the kitchen. I entered the kitchen, greeted by six happy, smiling faces. I wish right. No, I was greeted by a smiling Jin. The other five were conversing tiredly at the table. Jin, on the other hand, was bustling happily around the kitchen making the breakfast he had informed me about. I sat down at an empty seat at the table. Looking around at the still groggy, but conversing, other members. I lay my head on my arms crossed on the table. I apparently fell asleep, because the next moment I felt an angry hand nearly shove me out of my seat, and an angry voice yelling at me.

"Chim! Wake tf up! It's the breakfast table, not your fu bedroom." I looked up groggily, seeing Yoongi stomping to his seat. Plopping down and glaring at me.

"What?!" I asked defensively putting my hands up in a defensive manner. He glared at me until Jin stopped him, setting down a plate of breakfast, consisting of bacon, waffles, and fruit. Which, by the way, was freshly sliced. Jin then set a plate down in front of me.

"Thanks "eomma" Jin." My voice becoming extremely sarcastic on "eomma". Which he can't stand when I call him that. Jin playfully wrapped his arm around my neck in a choke hold laughing loudly.

"Don't call me that, chim. You know better." Jin said playfully, releasing my neck as I picked up my fork and began eating. After I finished my breakfast. I got up from the table and rinsed my plate off in the sink.

Gently placing it in the sink, smiling, and saying, "Thanks again, Jin."

"No problem Jiminie. Just remember, we leave in an hour for dance practice." Jin said smiling, holding back a laugh.

"I know Jin. I'll be ready." I said sarcastically leaving the kitchen and walking down the hall to my room. I entered my room and quickly closed the door. Breathing a sigh of relief. Walking to my bathroom, and stripping getting in the shower, turning on the water. Standing there for a while under the warm water. Almost falling asleep, completely aware of the fact that I had zoned out, but being too lazy to zone back in. I finally mustered up the energy the actually shower. I got out. Wrapped my self in a towel. Standing in the mirror, looking at the dark circles under my eyes. I stood there for what felt like hours. I finally grabbed my comb. Styling my hair. Getting dressed and going and laying on my bed, until I heard someone burst into my room. Screaming.

"Jiminie! I told you we were leaving in an hour! Get Up! NOW!!" Jin screamed at me angrily.

"JIN! Calm Down! I know! I'm coming!" I screamed back. He glared at me and huffed. He angrily strutted out of my room, hollering at me from down the hall.

"JIMINIE! You have 5 minutes!!" Jin screamed at the top of his lungs from down the hall.

"JIN! I know! I'm coming!" I screamed at him. Still laying in my bed. I finally got up. Putting on a pair of socks and a pair of shoes. Grabbing my sunglasses and hat. I put them on and walked down the hall to the living room to a room full of the other six, extremely angry members. All glaring at me. My eyes landed on Yoongi. His eyes met mine for a moment, he looked at me with a soft expression.

"Alright!! Everyone. Let's go." Jin said in a hurried tone.

"It's okay. He's just uptight. Don't take it personally." Yoongi whispered, coming up behind me as we walked out the door. His breathy tone running across my ear and neck sending chills down my spine. I continued out the door. When practice was finally over, we got back to the dorm. I hurried inside and went straight to my room. I threw myself on my bed and fell asleep.

~Yoongi's POV~

It took every ounce of courage in me to not kiss his neck. I knew I couldn't though. First of all, he would for sure reject me. He obviously isn't gay, and he obviously doesn't like me in that way. So I just whispered in his ear. Man, it was so satisfying hearing his heart rate speed up, and see the chills run down his spine. I like it when he does that. I just. Ugh! I want him so bad.

"Yoongi! Supper time!" Jimin hollered after he knocked on my studio door. I was jolted out of my fantasy and my thoughts as I yelled back at him.

"Okay. I'll be there in a minute. I just need to finish this song really quick." I sat back in my chair and breathed a sigh of relief. Jimin isn't usually the type to want to bother me in my studio. Oh well. Maybe he just got up the courage. I gathered my stuff. Put it away and made my way out of my studio. Jimin standing right outside the door. I checked the hall. Good. The other members were already in the living room. I pinned Jimin against the wall. Letting my breath run over his neck. My lips gently resting on his collar bone as I sucked it lightly. I could hear the heavy breathing and panting coming from Jimin. I smirked at his reaction as I stopped and pulled away. I rested my lips ever so slightly on his ear.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." His eyes were wide, as soon as I unpinned him, he squeaked and ran down the hall.