Two Slow Dancers - y.m

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Quick disclaimer : I'm French so my English language and punctuation are not perfect at all.
Thank you for understanding, I hope you like it!

"So, what are you up to, this weekend?" Jimin lifts his gaze from his book, the catcher in the rye, to look at Yoongi. He doesn't answer right away, a little taken aback by how good he looks. He's wearing his usual ripped up jeans with the front of an old sweater tucked in. It's basic Yoongi, but it's still Yoongi and he always looks good.

"Not much. You?" he asks, already knowing his answer. Yoongi never does much on weekends. He usually lazes around, ask their friends to gather at his house and throws a little get together. On Sundays he goes to Jimin's place to supposedly study-- they always end up playing video games or listening to music.

"Not much either. Do you want to come over? I bought this new vinyl, you absolutely have to listen to it."

Jimin goes back reading, as if he truly must think about his answer before mumbling a "sure, why not."

He doesn't look up from his book, but Jimin can feel Yoongi's gaze on him. He often does that, sits there and stares at him.

"I can feel you staring, Yoongs", and the latter just shrugs and answers, "You're cute. That béret really suits you."

Jimin sighs. Not that he's not happy, he likes getting compliments. But it's kind of frustrating that they're like that, just playing this game of the cat and the mouse, flirting with each other but nothing ever happens. He replies with a small "thanks" and tries to concentrate on his book, but it's really hard not to just lift his gaze again and stare back at smooth pale skin, pink plump lips, button nose and dark, deep cat-like eyes. He could really look at him all day. He tries not to, though, because they're friends, and staring at each other's face for hours is not something friends do... right?

He tries to push away the satisfaction that is the feeling of being scrutinized by Yoongi, even when his chest swells with confidence.

He taps his red converse high repeatedly on the floor, annoyed and somewhat amused.

"I can't concentrate, stare at something else," he says while still refusing to look at something else than the same four words of that one particular sentence on page fifty-eight.

"I don't want to, you're fascinating. You make all sorts of cute faces when you read."

His fond look is something Jimin would definitely live or even die for-- only if he's the one receiving it, obviously. He would never admit it, though.

Jimin finally looks at him, forcing a frown, though it's more on the verge of a pout before he whines, "Quit it. You always do that, stop."

Yoongi props his elbow up onto his knee, his palm resting in his hand. "Am I bothering you?" he asks, a sort of cocky lilt in his words.

"Yeah, you do," he says, tossing the book down onto the table in front of him. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," his brows furrow with his words, "do I need a reason to look at you?"

"Not particularly... But still, I'm trying to educate myself here, you know, expand my mind, all that stuff," Jimin groans. "So please, go do something".

Yoongi huffs and stands up, walking through the aisle, suddenly putting all his concentrating into finding something to read. He's amused, a smirk slowly forming on his face and a chuckle is threatening to leave his lips.

He really tries to find a book that looks interesting but it's hard when his mind keep pulling back the memory of Jimin all bothered by his stare. He honestly likes the feeling of being the one making the younger all flustered. It brings a sort of satisfaction.