Yoongi's POV

"Good morning, baby." I heard Jimin's voice. His hands wrapped around my waist and he began to pull me closer to him, wanting to cuddle as usual. In the morning, Jimin and I like to cuddle and talk until he has to go to work- or if it's the weekend, we stay that way.

  It felt a little odd, being in his arms like this. After what happened yesterday, I could tell that  my world was about to go downhill and I could not do a single thing to stop it from happening.

  Basically, I'm screwed.

  Jimin nuzzled into the back of my neck and squeezed me. "Baby, wake up." He whined.

  I shut my eyes tighter and grabbed onto Jimin's hand. "Let me sleep." I whined back at him. He let go of me and sighed quietly.

  "You don't want to go to work with me today?" He asked me. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned to look at him. His face was squished into the pillow and his soft eyes were looking back into mine. "Why would I?" I asked. His eyebrows furrowed as well.

  "It's Wednesday." He stated.

  My eyes grew wide at that. Wednesday's are Jimin's short days, so I usually go with him to the studio and give him and Hoseok reviews on the dances they work on, and they sometimes use me as an example in their small class.

  Wednesday.

  Every Wednesday for almost two years, I go with him to the studio. I don't miss a single day. Except today. "Uh- don't you have to have another meeting with Hoseok and Taehyung?" I asked nervously. "I- I have to- I promised Jungkook that I'd take him somewhere."

  Jimin frowned at me. "But you always come with me on Wednesday's, whether I have a meeting or not." He stated. God damnit.

  I'm not going.

  "It's fine, though." He smiled at me as he placed his hand on my head and started playing with my hair. His brown eyes scanned my face for a moment, making me feel instantly bad for some reason. "I understand. You promised Kook. But you need to promise me that you'll start coming again next Wednesday." He smiled his angel smile.

  I nodded at him. "I promise."

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Taehyung's POV

  I walked into the studio after waiting for closing hours, just like Jimin told me to do.

  It was nice of him to want me safe, considering I'm well known now, but that still didn't make anything any better. No matter how nice this person is, he has Yoongi.

  Min Yoongi.

  The Min Yoongi from high school..

  I can't believe that I almost had a chance to talk to him in high school but I blew it.

  Maybe if I hadn't been such a scaredy cat, I would be the one holding him at night. Maybe I could kiss him goodnight and have long, meaningless conversations with him. Maybe..

  Who am I kidding, anyways?

  A mere high school crush is turning me insane. He's not mine. He never will be.

Why the hell didn't I speak to him back then?

Flashback
-Highschool-

  "Come on, don't be a pussy." Namjoon nudged me, making me almost fall into the fence. I looked across the sidewalk at Yoongi and sighed as he stood carelessly, his big and gummy smile making my heart flutter.

  I shook my head. "He looks scary."

  Namjoon laughed at that. "Min Yoongi is probably the softest boy in our school. He doesn't even know your name. Why don't you just go introduce yourself-"

  "He doesn't want to meet me. He has other friends, why would he want me?" I asked.

  Another laugh came from my brother. "He literally hangs out with one person, and he sometimes talks to other people. I'm sure he'd be glad to know you, now go." He pushed me from my spot, making me trip right in front of my crush, making me want to die.

  Yoongi stared at me from five feet away, and then he walked towards me quietly, leaving his friend to crouch down next to me.

  "Are you okay?" He asked me.

  I froze as I looked up at him.

  Stupid me. Just speak. Say something.

  "I'm fine."

Flashback End

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  "I'm fine."

  I shook my head as I put on my mask and started making my way into the big building. When I made it to the studio, I frowned as I heard loud laughing.

  Why am I so nervous?

  Probably because I slept with my soon to be dance teacher's boyfriend. Wow. Great.

  I walked in, making both pairs of eyes land on me. "Oh my God, hi!"  The familiar looking man said. My mouth slightly opened at him.

  Hoseok.

  "Hoseok!" A small smile came onto my face as Hoseok ran up to me with an even brighter smile on his face. "Look at you! Big star!" Hoseok laughed, making me laugh as well.

We were pretty close in high school, and I used to have a small crush on him. When I found out that 'Hoseok' was going to be my dance teacher, I didn't even think that it could've possibly been this Hoseok.

The crush I had on him was ended when I first saw Min Yoongi in the school hallway.

  Ever since then, I've liked nobody else.

  Well- except my ex girlfriend. Ew.

"I'm not a star!" I shook my head at Hoseok. Jimin stared at me for a moment and nodded.

I wasn't sure whether the small death glare was intentional or not, and I wasn't sure why I was getting it either- Wait.. Does he know?

What if Yoongi told him?

Jimin fake smiled at me. "Let's get started."

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