YOONMIN CLICHÉ AU | OPPOSITES ATTRACT Since shy Yoongi doesn’t know...

🎶 comedy? a walking cliché? fluff?tension! misunderstandings! lack of communication!
🎶 vaguely inspired on season 5 episode 2 of skins
It’s the way he looks at people or the way he crosses his legs when he sits. It’s the hot pink hair pushed back. Park Jimin is intimidating and Yoongi is intimidated.
Yoongi doesn’t like that feeling and also, he doesn’t like Jimin’s eyes on him.
Taehyung and Jungkook are nodding but Jimin is looking at Yoongi. He sits properly, thighs pressed together, not taking much space from the larger couch.
“Yoongi is really shy,” Jungkook tries. “But we really think he should ask Kim Wooseok out.”
Jimin finally tears his gaze away from Yoongi. “I’ll help with one condition.”
Taehyung is offering all of his possessions in exchange of Jimin’s help when the boy shakes his head. “Condition from Yoongi hyung,” he slurs the honorific because Yoongi didn’t tell him he could use it.
“Your turn in the studio,”
Jimin only moves his head to a side, he pouts a little. “Waking up at whatever hour I want?”
Everything they’ve told Yoongi about Park Jimin might be more than true. He nods and keeps looking away from Jimin, “and how will you help?”
Jungkook hums next to Yoongi and Taehyung nods slowly, judging Jimin’s answer
When he looks up, Jimin is watching him.
“You want him to be your boyfriend and date for real? Or you want to hook up?” Jimin ignores Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s demands on how should Jimin help. He talks to Yoongi
“Go on dates...” he mumbles. Jimin hums deep in thought
Yoongi dares looking his way, trails his eyes up his skinny black jeans and to his loose tank top. Yoongi gulps and looks at his hands again
Jungkook coughs. Yoongi is scandalized and Taehyung is gaping. Jimin ignores them. He moves his legs down, from the armrest to be able to sit down properly. He’s sitting with his legs spread wide
“I’m not answering that,” Yoongi hisses and it fuels Jimin more. The dancer smirks, eyebrows going up.
“You’re not—“
“I don’t want to hook up with him. I want to take him out and have dinner and talk,” Yoongi says curtly. He doesn’t want teasing.
“Okay... dinner and talking and then sex. Like you can do all of it,” he shrugs.
Yoongi only shakes his head. Jungkook and Taehyung’s reaction must be the same because Jimin is pouting. Full pink lips on display, Yoongi looks away from them.
Yoongi doesn’t want his help. He doesn’t think like Jimin, he doesn’t like Jimin’s presence, it won’t work out alright.
“Hyung doesn’t want a hook up, Jimin,” Jungkook says meekly.
He stands up, the younger boys all look up at him but Yoongi tries not to catch anyone’s eyes. “This won’t work,” he just declares to the room and then leaves.
“Ah yes!” The boy beams and Yoongi forces himself to look away. He doesn’t want to blush in front of the younger.
“You’re right...” He mumbles. “Is the place appropriate?”
Yoongi only nods and looks down at the piano. He’s played the song a thousand times, they’ve worked on it
“Ah! Jimin hyung!” Wooseok says. Yoongi turns around.
But then Yoongi is caught off guard
What is he doing here? What is he saying to Wooseok? Is he going to tell the younger boy the truth? Would he do that to Yoongi?
“Where’s Wooseok?” Yoongi says instead when he notices they’re alone in the room.
“I lended him clothes for Impro class, I need them back.”
Yoongi nods, he looks at Jimin. Properly. But ignores his thoughts. “Why are you actually here?”
It makes Jimin snort. “I really want your night turn in the studio, so I come with a peace offering.”
“A peace offering?” Yoongi asks
Yoongi squints his eyes, suspicions. “For my night shift?”
“Both of them, your turn in the music room and in the dance room,” Jimin says smartly.
Jimin shakes his head. “Nu-uh. You’ll talk to him about the need new turns! First excuse to talk to him outside of rehearsal.” Yoongi blinks up at him, Jimin is only smiling mischievous
“I’m going to stay a while, okay? I have to gather information on-“ Jimin gestures between Yoongi and the empty seat next to the piano, “to think on our next step in this plan...”
“I’m expecting him to think we’re dating so he gets jealous.”
It only makes Jimin laugh harder. “I think it is... we should, like, maybe fake date,” he says between giggles but he’s doing it to torture Yoongi.
“You said you wouldn’t make me uncomfortable...”
And he says it so confidently. Maybe Yoongi believe him.
This time, Yoongi doesn’t feel nervous when playing. In fact, he puts more effort it. Doesn’t really know why.
And there was also Jimin.
If the younger had seen Yoongi playing, Yoongi could see him dancing too.
“You said you would listen to it.” That’s Jimin.
“It’s too late to change the piece Jimin oppa! Everyone else already has theirs.” That’s Gyuri.
“I haven’t because you’re always late! You don’t cooperate!” Gyuri is annoyed too. “You were late today too!”
And Yoongi wanted to hear Jimin defend himself, he should listen to his side because maybe it’s not like it seems.
Yoongi takes a step forward. He can see Jimin’s back and Gyuri facing him. She hasn’t taken her violin out.
“And I haven’t had a say on it,” Jimin reiterates.
“That’s on you.” Then it’s silent between them. Yoongi can tell she’s looking away and Jimin is avoiding her gaze too. It’s awkward and tense. Yoongi should go.
Yoongi can only take a step back before he’s facing Jimin who walks out of the class in a rush. They are face to face, Jimin’s hair is wet and he has no make up. And he looks... in a sense, sad.
Yoongi turns around, watches Jimin go. He ponders wether to follow him or not.
He watches as Jimin walks down the hall, he’s already far away so Yoongi thinks there’s no need to try to go after him.
Yoongi looks at him from where he’s still sitting. Frozen. Jimin is wearing an expensive looking black shirt, it suits him a lot.
“Yes!” Jimin nods, excited. Yoongi thinks his smile is contagious. “And you say?” Yoongi shakes his head. He has no idea what to say. Jimin scrunches his nose. “/Oh you’re the only person I know here Wooseok! Jimin is busy/. I probably will be,” Jimin winks.
“He knows he’s not the only person I know though, he knows Taehyung and Jungkook too.”
“They won’t be there,” Jimin rolls his eyes. “It’s a dance class thing only but I’m taking you there,” he informs. “Come here.”
“Here!” Jimin gestures next to himself. “Where you would stand next to Wooseok on friday.”
Yoongi feels a little dumb but he stands up muttering a complaint and walks to Jimin. The younger looks up at him and then pulls him closer a little. “There. This close.”
“How?” Yoongi’s eyes are set on the way Jimin’s bites his lips, taming his smile down.
“Ask him if he wants to dance.”
That’s overboard. Yoongi takes a step back, crosses his arms, it’s a joke. Jimin looks innocently at him though.
“I’m not!” Jimin defends himself. “Wooseok only comes to our parties because all the class comes and because he wants to dance. You have to dance with him! It’s just logic.”
“I can barely talk to him, dance is not an option!” Yoongi complains loudly.
The way he talks, Yoongi has noticed. It’s impossible to disagree.
It makes Jimin pout. He then tsks though, rolling his eyes unamused. “You’re no fun, Yoongi!”
Jimin blinks at him. “How?”
“I was expecting you to come up with it...”
Yoongi can’t retaliate, the door is being forcefully opened. Jungkook comes through it, carrying Taehyung in a piggyback ride. The pair stop once they see them.
“What are you two doing?” Taehyung asks with a frown. Then Yoongi notices his proximity with Jimin and fears a misunderstanding.
“Talking about Wooseok,” he supplies.
Jungkook adjusts Taehyung. “Rehearsing? Is that like roleplaying? You’re acting as Wooseok, Jimin? That’s weird.”
Yoongi and Jimin shake their hands right away.
“It’s not like that,” both say at the same time. They both realize just then that it may be a little weird to rehearse the whole situation. Jimin shudders. “What are you two going to do right now?”
“Watch a movie,” Taehyung mumbles from Jungkook’s back. Jimin nods.
“Do you want to stay Yoongi hyung?” Jimin asks, stealing all of Yoongi’s attention. “Watch the movie with us.”
And it’s the way he says things. The way he looks at Yoongi. It’s nothing else. Yoongi can’t say no. “I’d like that”
His thing is the cat on his lap and the tea on his hands. It’s the plants on the widows and the book on the table. He’s at ease.
However he’s startled by the sound of something being left on his table. A cup of hot chocolate.
The same pink hair, the same full lips. But this time the hair falls on his forehead. He wears soft make up and big round glasses. He’s drowning in a baby pink sweater.
Jimin... he looks so adorable.
Oh, Yoongi thinks he’s blushing. He looks away before Jimin notices.
“We’re on a date. I’m... Christian?” Jimin says unsure. But Yoongi understands. He’s performing, it’s an act. Jimin isn’t playing as Wooseok in this play date, he’s someone else.
Still weird.
“Uh, hi. I’m Yoongi,” he says. He shakes Jimin’s hand and then looks away. Why did he have to dress up so cutely? Is he trying to mimic Wooseok? Yoongi is not shy around Jimin anymore but he doesn’t think he can handle this. Why is Jimin so weird?
“I’m reading a book and— petting this cat. Ah, and tea.”
“I do,” Yoongi admits. “I... like it here... to work on songs.” Jimin is leaning on the table, head resting on his palm, he looks genuinely interested
“Do you come alone then?” Jimin inquires.
This is so awkward. Why is Jimin doing this? Yoongi scratches the cat’s fur a little making the small animal purr. “Yeah, I like being alone...”
“Jimin ah, I did not—“
“Christian,” Jimin corrects. “It’s not Jimin,” he scrunches his nose cutely. Yoongi doesn’t dare arguing with him.
“Ohhh,” Jimin is so expressive. Yoongi hadn’t noticed. “Your friends?”
“Ah... there’s Taehyung and Jungkook, they are... loud.”
“you know...” They are his roommates. Jimin raises one eyebrow though, as to remind Yoongi than he isn’t Jimin at the moment and he needs to play along. Yoongi breathes out. “They play videogames a lot, watch anime.”
“You have more loud friends?”
“I don’t have much more friends than those three...” Yoongi confesses. “Ah, there’s Jimin I guess.”
Yoongi nods. “Yeah, he’s my friend too. Mmh, it’s more like he’s helping me with something I’m really bad at that he’s really good at. But he’s my friend.”
“He is... he isn’t really similar to me. He likes partying a lot and likes getting drunk too,” Yoongi laughs as he says. “He has a lot of friends, I think. He’s popular... but it makes sense, there’s something about him.”
“Like a magnet. He just... pulls people in, I guess,” Yoongi says with complete honesty.
Jimin has to cover his face and Yoongi feels good. Happy.
Yoongi doesn’t know much about science, but he guesses magnets do pull their opposite, he heard that in school. “Yeah, they do.” It makes Jimin smile, makes his cheeks fuller.
“I think there is, I think there is a reason and there’s something else and—“
“You talk a lot, you know?” Jimin cuts him off and it’s Jimin. No pretend. He is smirking.
“Don’t worry! It’s cute. If you are like that during your date, it’ll be cute,” Jimin says warmly.
“Well, it’s easy to talk to you...” Yoongi admits.
Jimin only laughs. “It wasn’t me, it was Christian.”
Jimin lifts his cute pink sweater as if that was what offended Yoongi. It has a V cut, and white and purple around the neck. Yoongi likes the color on Jimin, also likes how fluffy it looks “I’m committed to our plan”
Jimin offers him a smile and then carries the kitten on his lap to his chest. He stands up. “You still have tea? Let me buy you something to eat.”
“Ah you don’t have to!” Yoongi tries to stop him
“Its just food while we rehearse some more,”
There was a comfortable silence after a joke Yoongi made that had Jimin laughing at how ridiculous the elder was. Jimin had breathed out then, almost a sigh, he closed his eyes.
Yoongi actually didn’t hear it at all. But looking at Jimin, he believes somewhere someone is playing the Waltz in D flat major for them.
He is in a hurry because he doesn’t know how longer this surge of bravery will last.
“Let me put on shoes!” The younger complains and Yoongi stops on his track, causing a confused Jimin to crash against his back.
“Why?” Jimin whines. “If I didn’t go to rehearse it’s because I’m sick, I’m too weak to dance right now, hyung,” Jimin laments.
It makes Jimin whine. “I know the recital is in two weeks and I have to practice but—“
Jimin’s eyes widen.
Jimin’s expression is unreadable. Yoongi looks away.
Yoongi nods. He doesn’t want anything from Jimin, he is only offering his music, expecting nothing in return.
“A song for you,” Yoongi agrees.
He knows he’s good. But it’s different this time. He offered Jimin a song and it must be a good song.
“Not with songs but I think I think of melodies when I’m feeling a certain way.” Jimin nods interested. “And when I met you I was wary of you, and it sounded a little like this...” Yoongi presses one key, he waits, another three
“I guess,” Jimin talks softly. His eyes are on Yoongi’s fingers on the keyboard.
“That didn’t last too long. The wariness,” he repeats the motion twice
Yoongi shrugs, he repeats it, trying to find what sounds better. “That could work too...” He tries something deeper. “By the end of that part, there’s curiosity,” he presses that key again. Adds it to the sequence he’s playing.
“Wonder?” Jimin asks.
“I’m trying to figure you out, when you talked to me about Legrand. Thought you were strange, this is how trying to figure you out sounds like,” he plays with the keys, searching.
“What’s faster?” Jimin asks
It’s silent between the two. Jimin hasn’t moved from his seat and Yoongi doesn’t dare looking up. He clenches his fists
Jimin doesn’t say anything. Yoongi is anxious now because he feels like he just poured his heart out, he doesn’t exactly knows what he poured.
“Debussy? What about it?” Yoongi looks up and finds Jimin, across the piano. Eyes wet and he worries but doesn’t move, Jimin seems calm even if he’s like about to cry.
“It was, almost a year ago. Last years’s recital,” he says
“You were there?”
“In the audience,” Jimin laughs shyly. “I was in a terrible seat, near the stage, I was late”
“I got there late too, when we were supposed to apply to the players. I’m always late. And piano was full. I was so sad,” Jimin whines a little. But he manages to smile a second later. “But then, you needed my help.”
Yoongi unclenches his fists. “I don’t. I don’t know how you feel”
“You’ve done plenty.”
“Not on purpose,” Yoongi explains. “I- I didn’t try— with him, I’m trying.”
Jimin nods. His breathing is getting steady. “You didn’t need to do anything more than... act like you are?”
“I just like you. You make beautiful music, you talk a lot when you’re excited about something, you don’t take shit from no one, you are cute and a dork at times but also really sensitive?” Yoongi has to look away, flustered and shy.
Jimin nods. “You don’t need to say anything. I know, I am aware I’m helping you with someone else.” Jimin smiles empty. “I thought I had to let you know either way, how I feel. I don’t think I can help you anymore, it wouldn’t be fair to me,”
“I know.”
“Are you leaving?” Yoongi misses him already. Why is he feeling this way?
“No,” Jimin shakes his head. “No, I can’t— It’s not a good idea. I’ll just go.” Yoongi can’t move. All his bravery, it ran away.
He sits in front of the piano. But Jimin is gone and Yoongi doesn’t know his answer.
Yoongi, he’s not alone, he’s surrounded by instruments. He brings his phone out, and records. He plays Jimin’s song. One, two, five, nine times, until he has it. Until he’s sure it’s perfect.
Yoongi can hear it from where he sits backstage. He hopes they do well. It’s the first performance so it’s an important one, Yoongi knows. He knows also that Jimin is closeby, because he’s third and he must be nervous. Yoongi hopes the music relaxes the younger.
He can’t close his eyes, because Wooseok is in front.
“We’ve rehearsed to exhaustion and perfection, don’t worry about that.”
Wooseok bites his lip.
Yoongi— he breathes. He can breathe. Properly. He can offer Wooseok a smile. “He’s an idiot if he doesn’t like it.”
The younger pats his cheeks. “This is so embarrassing.” The cello is reaching its end, gradually. Yoongi can shake his head.
Wooseok smiles widely. Yoongi smiles back. And it’s okay. He’s so okay. Nothing has changed from two minutes ago to now. “Do you think he’ll stay afterwards?”
No. There was a change, a new feeling.
The younger shakes his head. “But we are going out”
“I think your high school crush is more important,” Yoongi says.
“Stay with him.” Yoongi is so relieved, and he knows why. He knows exactly why there’s no longer something pushing against his chest. “I gotta go get Park Jimin.”
“Huh?” Yoongi asks, his mood making everything easily amusing
“Jimin hyung, he’s been so sad... I thought...” The violin reaches it’s middle part, Yoongi remembers, he’s heard the piece in rehearsal before. “You caused it”
“He— he’s dancing right now,” Wooseok looks around. The violin is reaching it’s end slowly, first a crescendo and then it will go down and Jimin will be the next.
Wooseok is still kneeling on the floor. “They won’t let you get out through the door on the side, you have to go to the second floor!” he says as Yoongi tries to hurry towards the stairs.
He can’t hear the first violin from where he’s running in the hall but he can imagine it’s just going up and up, it keeps going up as he runs breathless.
There are people on all the seats
He’s beautiful, as always.
Now Yoongi sees Jimin.
He looks for his phone inside his suit.
(listen to the song with Yoongi, it’s also on Spotify: youtu.be/9wIbylO24gE)
Yoongi has never seen him dance before.
Wonder about him, about what’s inside his head, how and why he thinks things, why he dances the way he does, how he’s so mesmerizing in a way Yoongi can’t comprehend.
Jimin gets closer to the edge of the stage, Yoongi looks at him, his calculated moves
It’s melancholy, the melancholy in the song Yoongi made.
The piano changes again and the lights are on him and Yoongi’s eyes are on him. He’s so talented
He’s experienced not as much, and what he has experienced he brings to his songs.
This song, Jimin’s piece. It’s full of it. Of real feeling, of real sensations, it’s his and Jimin’s experience.
And his dance, it’s art.
And Yoongi, his eyes wet, because he felt all at once what he has been harboring for the last fifty days. With every movement Jimin made, with how the song grew and grew, Yoongi went higher and higher too.
He realizes he’s completely and irrevocably enamored with the body of art that is Park Jimin.
Yoongi is cold, and he’s rubbing his arms under his suit. He feels a little self conscious at the question and pulls at his bowtie. “What I wore to the recital.”
“See? I told you we should help him,” he says but it gains only a weak and playful slap from Hoseok
The place has red and pink flickering lights and smoke, there’s smoke everywhere.
He’s listening to Clair de Lune, but it’s muffled, like someone is playing it behind closed doors.
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Yoongi thinks he can understand now, because he listens.
And Yoongi is listening to it, around him, and he sees Jimin.
And Yoongi stands still, as people laugh in front of him, as someone asks Jimin something but the younger only nods, eyes never leaving Yoongi. Someone is playing piano inside a club for them, how appropriate Yoongi thinks.
Until he’s just in front of Yoongi, with that intimidating posture Yoongi has grown fond of. The younger boy has his jaw clenched, hands into fists. “You look so dumb standing there with your bowtie,” he pouts. Yoongi laughs
“I—“ Yoongi finds himself at a loss of words.
“And your date?” Jimin’s eyes widen in worry.
“I didn’t... I realized I really didn’t want it,” Yoongi says. “I didn’t want that date. I thought I did and when he said there was someone else...”
“I saw you dance,” he says. “I’m here because I needed to tell you-“
“Yoongi,” Jimin whines, he finally looks at Yoongi and maybe it’s the pink lights of the club but Yoongi thinks Jimin is blushing. “You really want me? You like me?”
“I do”
“Jimin,” Yoongi relaxes into the hug. “I hate parties don’t I? I’m here because of you.”
“Me too,”
They stand with a piano, playing softly behind closed doors.
Yoongi chuckles. “I’m dancing to the beat,” he says and hugs Jimin closer to sway back and forth. It makes Jimin giggle.
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t you hear it?”
“Clair de Lune, it’s playing,” Yoongi says and Jimin’s expression changes, his body too, he melts, like the pressure on his body is gone, like he weights nothing. He settles on Yoongi’s neck, lips against his skin. “Really?” It tickles. “That piece right now?”
“It’s familiar though,” Jimin plays along. One of his hands found Yoongi’s nape and it plays with the hair there.
“It’s my version,” Yoongi decides. “The one from last year, the one you saw.”
It’s in a second, Yoongi hears the piano louder and louder and the notes higher and higher and then Jimin’s lips, he feels Jimin’s lips against his own.
“Can we?” Yoongi mumbles, embarrassed. “More?” The younger grins before kissing Yoongi’s neck.
“Come here,” he says.
Falling for Jimin is dancing to Clair de Lune in a club.

























































































































































































































































































































