First Lie || Yoonmin

~Eleven~

"I'm not singing, Tae. I'm dancing."

He stood in the center of the room and started to breakdance, messing up the blankets in the process. He accidentally kicked a table leg, causing the vase on it to fall off and shatter on the ground.

"Joonie! What have you done?"

"Sorry."

"Ugh, whatever. Just clean it up. I'll go next."

He turned on Never Forget You. He even agreed that he had a very feminine voice. He stood in the center of the room like everyone else and started singing his heart out. The whole neighborhood could have probably heard him.

He finished the song and called up to Kookie. "You can come back now!" Namjoon had cleaned up all the glass and was now sitting on the pillow-covered couch. "Who's going next?"

Tae went next, singing and dancing to Mi Mi Mi. We all laughed at his ridiculous dance moves, but he kept going. Once he finished he dramatically collapsed on the floor, breathing heavy. We clapped for his performance and laughed at it at the same time.

J-Hope went on, singing without any music. He wasn't actually singing, he was screaming "I'M YOUR HOPE! I'M YOUR ANGEL! J-HOOOOOOOOPE!"

"Jimin, you go next." Jin said, eyes wide and probably deaf.

"Okay." I let go of Yoongi's hand and went to turn on some music. It was a sleepover, who cares if I sang this song? I took "center stage" and started to sing and dance to Sexy Back. Yoongi stared at me the whole time, making it hard for me to concentrate on the words and dance. He seemed to be smirking, deep in thought, all while watching me. The song finished, I was tired. Everyone clapped, Yoongi clapped the loudest while cheering and smiling.

"Yay for Jiminie!"

"Yoongi, you're next." Jin said. Yoongi's face went pale.

"Umm- Okay. Can I use my own song?" He asked.

"Sure, just plug it in."

He nodded, taking his phone and plugging it into the boom box. A song began to play, one I hadn't heard before. He took a deep breath and began to sing.

"Behind every idol rapper who succeeds. There's a weak self standing, it's a little dangerous. I fall sometimes again into depression and compulsion. Hell no, anyway I don't even know if that's the real me. Damn huh reality's separation. The conflict I've mentioned, it hurts your head. It was around 16 when my social phobia began. Yeah, that's right, around that time my mental state became polluted. Sometimes I'm afraid of myself, thanks to my self hatred. And the depression that came to play again. Min Yoongi is already dead (I killed him)-"

I can't believe he wrote this. He was a really good song writer but this was not what I expected from him. Depression? Self hatred? Did he write this about himself? Probably. I didn't want to accept that. I wanted him to be happy, like he always acts. I didn't want to hear it any longer. I walked over to the boom box and pulled the plug. The music cut off, causing Yoongi to stop singing and to look at me. I caught his eye, his beautiful brown eyes. They seemed confused, but I could also catch a sense of sad and sorry.

"Yoongi, it's really good, but I can't listen to it anymore." I said.

He looked hurt. I wanted to explain to him so I grabbed his wrist and brought him upstairs. I went into the first bedroom on the left and shut the door. "Why didn't you tell me that you were struggling with depression?"

"I didn't need to bring it up. You made it go away. You made me happy." His face still looked sad. I walked up to him and threw my arms around his neck. "I'm so sorry." He hugged me back. We stayed there for a while, just enjoying each other's company.

He pulled away, smiling. "Thank you Jimin."

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"Time for bed!" Jin said, walking into the room.

"Aww-" Kookie and Tae whined.

"Yes, get in bed, sleep here or in the rooms upstairs. I get the first room with Joonie. J-Hope you get the second. No one gets the third, don't ask why. Tae gets the fourth room and Kookie gets the fifth." He turned to me and Yoongi. "And you two get the living room."

We nodded. Everyone made their way upstairs except for me and Yoongi. I sat down on one of the pillows, Yoongi sat down beside me. The lights had already been turned off, casting the room into shadow. Once my eyes adjusted I could see Yoongi staring at me. I'm glad my blush wasn't visible. "Jimin?" He asked.

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to make a fort?"

I was a bit surprised by his question but I nodded. We pulled chairs into the middle of the room, draping blankets over the top. Pillows made a bed for two and once it was finished I climbed inside. I was tired. I snuggled into the covers, Yoongi got in beside me. "Goodnight Yoongi."

"Goodnight Jimin."
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(A/N
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