#yoonminau | someone like you Jimin begs his coworker Yoongi to play his boyfriend for the week on his annual family vacation, he's tired of being teased about being single. He's surprised Yoongi agrees so easily, unbeknownst to him, Yoongi's been crushing on Jimin for months.

Expect: -- unrequited love yoonmin -- min yoongi is completely whipped -- jimin is bad at feelings -- WAIT my parents are coming in for breakfast you have to spend the night in my bed because they'll expect you to be here when you get here -- seeing each other in their pajamas

-- practicing casual touching so they seem real around jimin's parents and yoongi's chest literally aches with want for his coworker -- bed sharing, of COURSE

“Jiminah!” His Eomma sing songs over the phone. “You and your boyfriend will be joining us on vacation next week, right?” Jimin panics. He lied during Chuseok when his parents asked if he was finally seeing someone. His brother had teased him relentlessly. “Of course he isn’t.”

“I am!!” Jimin replied defiantly. “I’m dating someone from work.”

“Oh yeah?” Hyun pressed. “What’s his name?” Jimin threw out the first coworker’s name that came to mind. “Min Yoongi.”

profiles:

nam2seok music director namjoon, producer hoseok, idol seokjin

jungkook & taehyung videographer jungkook, childhood best friend tae

busanbluesradio

mostly thread-fic with some social media elements tags: angst, fake dating, fluff, pining, oblivious jimin, endgame yoonmin, comedy content warnings: mental health mentions, past social anxiety radio station universe, researched however job duties could be inaccurate

• qrts, likes, and engagement keeps me motivated • as always tags will be updated when necessary, if I ever forget to tag something properly please nicely let me know. • side pairings: nam2seok (secret relationship), eventual taekook

“Jiminah!” His Eomma sing-songs over the phone. “You and your boyfriend will be joining us on vacation next week, right?”

Jimin panics. He lied during Chuseok when his parents asked if he was finally seeing someone. His brother had teased him relentlessly. “Of course he isn’t.”

“I am!!” Jimin replied defiantly. “I’m dating someone from work.” “Oh yeah?” Hyun pressed. “What’s his name?”

Jimin threw out the first coworker’s name that came to mind. “Min Yoongi.”

“Show me,” his brother pushed him even further. Jimin kicked him from under the table but Hyun just grinned. “I just want to see how cute he is.”

Jimin groaned. His mother perked up happily, she even clapped. “Well why didn’t you say something sooner. Yes, please show us!”

He racked his brain. It would be weird to go to their company socials to pull up his professional photo, right?. “Well Eomma there’s no phones at the table and –”

“Yah!” Hyun said, eyes mischievous. “She’ll allow it just this once, right, Eomeoni?” he even batted his fucking lashes. Jimin sneered at his younger brother.

She nodded and looked at Jimin’s Appa. “We’ll allow it this once. Please, Jiminah. I’m sure he’s so handsome we would love to see him.”

Jimin swiped to unlock his phone and turned the brightness down so Hyun couldn’t snoop over his shoulder. Jimin and his brother had always gotten along but their love language was bickering and teasing.

He wasn’t surprised that Hyun was going to go to these lengths to make Jimin prove to his parents that he was dating someone.

Jimin searched through instagram. He certainly wasn’t following Yoongi. The two weren’t really friends. They just work for the same radio broadcasting service. Hell, Yoongi was sort of his boss.

Surely Yoongi had to have some social media presence if he was working for a radio company. Busan Blues Radio was pretty strict about public personas.

A few more taps and he found it, through Namjoon’s profile. Of course he and Yoongi were following each other. They were partners of the station, and Jimin thought Namjoon said something once about them being childhood friends too.

He had only a few pictures on his profile. Three out of the seven were of his cat. Jimin selected the latest one from the basketball game he knew Yoongi covered a few weeks ago.

He flipped his phone to Hyun first, replacing his stressed features with a smug look as his brother’s mouth dropped.

He then showed his parents. His Eomma smiled. “Oh, Jiminie he’s quite handsome, isn’t he handsome yeobo?” she asked his father.

Jimin’s father squinted his eyes. “He’s sure got some long hair,” he grumbled, then went back to eating a mouthful of rice.

“We’ve been dating for a while now but I just didn’t want to say anything until it was more serious,” Jimin put his phone back in his pocket, tucking away Yoongi’s picture.

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑒, he thought. Jimin sighed in relief once the conversation turned to something else, hopefully now they'd leave him alone about dating for a bit.

He’d all but forgotten about the conversation until his mom calls on his lunch break Monday afternoon. “You and your boyfriend will be joining us on vacation next week, right?”

He chokes on his lemonade, spraying it near Hoseok, who sits across from him at the cafe. “Ohh, Eomma I don’t think so. I haven’t really asked him.” Hoseok looks at Jimin with alarm.

“What the hell?”

Jimin throws napkins at him and turns to the side, face in a permanent state of ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡.

“I already booked the tickets, honey," her tone is disappointed. "Surely he can get it off work too, hm? You said that your job was one where you could work from anywhere.”

Jimin bites back a groan. He regrets telling her that his job could be remote just so she would let him go on the vacation in the first place. But he loved the annual family vacation and this year they were going to Jeju which was even beachier and gorgeous than Busan.

His mom would be devastated if she wasted the money. “Okay, sure, Eomma. I’ll ask my boyfriend if he can come.” It tumbles out of his mouth before he even realizes what he's saying. It's Hoseok’s turn to choke on his ramen.

“I’ll call you later tonight, hm?” He wishes her well, tells her he loves her, then ends the call.

“Boyfriend?” Hoseok asks, eyeing Jimin carefully. “What boyfriend do you have that your best friend doesn't know about?”

Jimin is already packing up. “Don’t ask, hyung, I’ve truly fucked up,” he puts his pens in his bag, throwing his planner in too. So much for a productive lunch. “I’ll see you back at the office, I really have to go.”

Jimin had started out as an intern for Busan Blues, a popular and independent radio station in his college town, over a year ago. Quickly, his internship ended and he was hired at the end of those few months as the digital content manager.

Interns being invited on as full time employees was rare. Hoseok warned that he'd have to work hard through his internship to impress Kim Namjoon, the Music Director and owner of Busan Blues.

Jimin worked tirelessly over those months as an intern, being available whenever they needed him. He did everything from coffee runs to arranging the meetings of Idols and International stars for interviews.

Working for the radio show became entertaining. Most of his time in the office was spent researching the latest trends. He worked many hours with Jungkook the station's videographer.

Sharing a job with Hoseok, his college best friend and one of the show’s producers, was just an added benefit.

He feels badabout leaving Hobi at the cafe without an explanation but his phone is already buzzing in his bag loudly. He knew Hyun was calling. He had to be prepared with something to tell him.

He bursts through the door of the station building, pressing the button for the fourth floor over and over again. His leg bounces impatiently, waiting for it to arrive.

“Come on!” his phone buzzes again. He ignores it.

Finally, the elevator comes. Jimin thinks long and hard as it climbs 4 floors. How in the hell is he going to fix this mess? He could have just told his mom no. Hell, at Chuseok he could have just said he didn’t have a boyfriend. But he just had to prove Hyun wrong.

He also couldn’t hear his mother go on again for the fifth year in a row that if he didn’t hurry and date soon they might have to arrange someone for him. “The Lee’s have a very nice niece,” his father had said haphazardly.

Jimin shuttered at the thought. They hadn't even suggested a man? He was desperate, this had to work to get them off his back.

The elevator lets him off on the producers floor and his adrenaline starts to dwindle. What the hell was he thinking? He didn’t even know what he was going to say. He and Min Yoongi had spoken a total of…ten? times over the last thirteen months.

Most of those conversations consisted of “I put this on your desk,” and “can you just send me an email about the latest trends, I don’t really understand what you’re saying.”

The longest talk they’d ever had once was about the Producer’s Cat. He was wearing a sparkly black party hat during broadcast one morning. Jimin, not really knowing him wished him a happy birthday. The producer looked confused but it was time to go on air, he never responded.

A caller who must have followed Yoongi on social media dialed in to wish “Mingie” a happy birthday. Jimin listened as the producer laughed and adjusted the hat on his head. “Ahh, Mingie, thanks you. I’m sure she’s at home laying in her cat tree listening right now.”

After the broadcast was over Jimin approached him. “So it's not your birthday,” he asked?

“Oh,” the Producer said, tying up the chords neatly to end the morning show. “Well no, it’s my cat’s birthday. Mingie, she’s three today. Hoseok thought it would be funny to make me wear this hat,” Yoongi carefully took it off, patting the fuzzy ball at the top.

“Well, happy birthday to Mingie then,” Jimin smiled before exiting the studio to go to his office.

The Producer is sitting at his desk with Namjoon, the Music Director. They seem to be both looking at Yoongi’s computer. Jimin fidgets outside the door.

He doesn’t want to intrude, but he knows that if he doesn’t ask now then he’s never going to ask and he’s going to spend his entire family vacation miserable.

His mother will be upset about wasted money. His father will be scolding because Jimin lied. Hyun will be smug because he’s the perfect, 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 son. It will be a disaster.

Jimin’s phone buzzes again. He slips it out of his pocket to see text messages from Hyun.

He knocks on Yoongi’s window. Both heads snap up. Namjoon gives his great dimpled smile and waves Jimin in, straightening his back. “Jimin-ssi, I see you’re back from lunch early today,” he teases.

Jimin gives a forced smile and awkward laugh. He and Hoseok are known to disappear at lunch time quite often, but because they’re both so productive while they’re gone, Namjoon doesn’t really mind.

Jimin enjoys working for Namjoon. He’s large and wise like a seasoned oak tree. But gentle and patient. “Ahh, yes, I thought I’d come back and…work?” he fidgets again, adjusting his bag.

Yoongi looks up from his computer, sliding the laptop to the side of his mixing table. “Did you want to talk about that new podcast idea you emailed me about?” he asks.

Jimin smiles, relieved. Of course, Yoongi really thought he was here for work. Because why would they have a conversation about anything other than work?

“I’ll head out, but Yoongi please send me the proposal for that Idol, I’ll reach out to his company to see if we can get him on the show.” Namjoon bows politely to both of them before leaving, shutting the glass door behind him.

Yoongi gestures to the chair next to his desk for Jimin to sit. He does, awkwardly. His palms sweat as he takes his bag off and places it on the ground next to him.

The phone he just sat on the desk buzzes loudly, reminding him why he’s in Yoongi’s office in the first place. He silences it again. “Sorry,” he says.

Yoongi clears his throat. “So the new podcast, with Hoseok. You said you had an idea?”

“That’s not actually why I’m here,” Jimin admits. “I–” he sighs, drumming his hands on his legs. He looks at the producer who has no idea what's about to befall on him. “Will you be my boyfriend?”

Min Yoongi has worked for Busan Blues as a producer since the culmination four years ago. Several interns have come through this place, Namjoon thinks learning experiences are important.

“We have to give back to the community, hyung,” he’d said when they created a partnership with the university.

So many of those interns have slipped in through Yoongi’s doors, striking up a conversation with the Producer with the hope of three things.

1. Getting in his bed 2. Getting a promotion 3. On the very slight chance, asking real life questions about producing, music, or anything remotely to do with radio.

Park Jimin had been like none of those interns. He came barreling through the Busan Blues station doors thirteen months ago like a lightning bolt.

Somehow, he became "the intern who stayed". He showed incredible promise from day one, working hard and learning at any chance he got.

Namjoon loved being his teacher. Jungkook was excited to have someone closer to his age to work with. Hoseok was smug that his friend did well and enjoyed having a friend to work with. Yoongi was puzzled. He wasn't used to hardworking, dedicated, and passionate interns.

But none of that was directed towards him. Virtually, if it didn't concern work, they never spoke. The more Jimin stayed away from him, learning his craft without the “help” of Yoongi, the more he wanted to know about him. But the producer had never been good at making friends.

So when Jimin utters the words, “Will you be my boyfriend?” he’s stunned. He never expected him to be like the other interns. Nothing in their history indicated any sort of feelings at all from Jimin's side.

But he follows up quickly with, “Platonically, or well, I don’t really know how platonic it might be. But like, for fake. Fake boyfriend,” he’s tumbling over his words and Yoongi doesn’t think he’s ever seen him look cuter. He just allows him to keep talking.

He takes a deep breath. “Will you be my fake boyfriend, please?”

Yoongi opens his mouth and just the sound of air comes out for a second. He closes it before speaking again. “Why?” he asks. He has a lot more questions.

Like: Why Jimin isn’t in the realm for a real boyfriend, or girlfriend, or significant other? Why is Yoongi the one he’s asking? He’s seen Jimin flirt with everyone in the office so effortlessly but not a single time with him.

Hoseok had warned before he started, "Don't take him seriously, he's flirty by nature because he's a Libra." Yoongi didn't understand what that meant.

“Well I sort of told my family that I was dating someone.” “But why me?” “Well, as all claims go, I needed evidence to back it up. So I showed them a picture of you.”

Yoongi laughs. Jimin’s surprised by it. He’s only ever heard him laugh on air and it’s a deep, throaty laugh. It’s just like his speaking voice. His laugh now is higher pitched, his shoulders shaking with the force of it.

Jimin leans forward, putting his forehead on Yoongi’s desk with a groan. He’s so embarrassed. “Your family lives in Jeonnam, right? Couldn’t you have just told them we were dating and then never told me about it?”

Jimin’s phone buzzes next to his face. He sits up, panic on his features. “I’ll beg if I have to, I’ll get down on my knees right now and put my hands together and beg.” He starts to slide off the chair. “But I need an answer right now.”

Yoongi waves his hands back and forth. “Don’t, don’t, stay on your chair, damn. Just, why now?”

Jimin picks up his phone and points it towards Yoongi. He pleads, “My brother is calling, he wants proof of my evidence, please help me!”

“Okay,” Yoongi says softly. “No need to panic, let’s do this. Answer the video call.” They plaster on quick smiles as Jimin swipes to answer Hyun’s fifth and final call of the day.

“Hyun-ahhhhh!” Jimin whines his brother’s name. “I’m at work, we were in a meeting,” Jimin says.

Hyun stares into the screen with a scrutinizing look on his face. “Ohh, Jiminah, is that your boyfriend?” he asks, hoping to catch the Producer off guard.

“Hi,” he gives a polite wave and bow towards Jimin’s phone. “I’m Yoongi.”

Hyun straightens up. Jimin can see the superiority dissipating from his brother's body as he realizes that Jimin was in fact not lying (he was). He truly did have a boyfriend (he didn’t). “Ohhh, Yoongi-ssi, sorry to interrupt your uh…meeting?”

“You should be sorry,” Jimin says with light teasing, but means it. “Did you need something important, Hyun?” “No. No. It can wait until next weekend.”

Jimin nods, it looks like he’ll be able to get off the phone smoothly. Then come up with some excuse as to why Yoongi can’t make it next weekend.

They’ll have an amicable breakup while he’s on vacation with his family, he'll have Yoongi stage the thing publicly over a similar video call. His parents will feel bad because he’s upset and give him extra gifts for his birthday and–

“You’ll be there, right, Yoongi-ssi? Eomma said you were joining us in Jeju for Jimin’s annual birthday vacation.”

Jimin won’t make it to his birthday vacation to break up with his fake boyfriend. He’ll be in jail for murdering his baby brother.

Yoongi looks over at Jimin. He can see his eyes have gotten exponentially wider. Sure, he might be a little crazy for suggesting that they fake date just to satisfy this phone call.

He truly wouldn’t have planned on Yoongi going on his family’s vacation, that would just be insane. So with no strings attached he answers, “We were just discussing it.”

Inside his head Jimin is screaming, crying, throwing up. On the outside he smiles politely at both Yoongi and his brother. “Right. We were. So, Hyun. If that’s all, I’ll see you next weekend.”

The defeat is written all over his brother’s face, but only Jimin can notice it. For a second, it’s good enough to override his feelings of “what the fuck did I get myself into?” He hangs up the phone before anything else can be said.

Yoongi holds back a noise of surprise when his digital content manager throws his arms around him in a tight hug. The producer freezes, arms stretched out forward, not knowing what to do.

“Oh my god,” Jimin huffs forward, relieved. “Thank you so much, you don’t understand how you just saved my life.”

Neither of them noticed Hoseok standing at the door of Yoongi’s office until they broke away from the hug. “Oh my god, Jiminie, this is your boyfriend?” he claps a hand over his mouth.

He rushes in, taking a seat at the chair across from the pair. “You know I always wondered if the two of you would be cute together. But Yoongi Hyung, you’re just so quiet and Jiminie, well, you’re completely the opposite of quiet!”

“You told Hoseok I was your boyfriend?” Yoongi asks.

Jimin sighs, heavily. “No. My mom called today. To ask if my ‘boyfriend’” he put air quotes around the word, “would be joining us on vacation next weekend. Hoseokie was there. I left without an explanation because I knew my brother would be calling. Hyun is–”

“Annoying, arrogant, asshole,” Hoseok sassed.

“Complicated,” Jimin says through gritted teeth, giving Hoseok a warning look. “He looks for any opportunity to make my parents distrustful of me.”

“Forgive me for pointing out the obvious but if you’re lying to your parents about having a boyfriend, don’t they have a reason to be distrustful of you?” Yoongi asks.

“Oh my god," he rolls his eyes dramatically, "Are you always this logical? This is going to be a torturous ten days if so.”

“Wait, is hyung not your boyfriend?” Hoseok scratches his head. “I’m sorry for my fault, but please explain.” “Ten days?!” Yoongi catches on. “Are you expecting me to go on this vacation with you and your family.”

“I hadn’t really thought the whole thing through. At first yes, and then I was like well we could break up, and then Hyun called and he mentioned the vacation like the snake he is and then YOU” Jimin points at Yoongi. “You just played along so well so now you have to go.”

Hoseok wishes he had popcorn. The scene before him is so entertaining.

“You were going to get on your knees and beg," Yoongi whines. "Begging is for extreme situations only. What else was I supposed to do, Jimin-ssi?”

“You’ll have to drop niceties if you want his parents to believe you’re dating,” Hoseok pipes up. Jimin’s glare turns on him.

He throws his head back down on the desk. He truly was not thinking this through when he lied to his family two weeks ago. It was just a harmless little lie. It wasn’t supposed to spiral into this. Yoongi sighs next to him after the awkward and painful silence draws on too long.

“If..if I go, what’s in it for me?”

Jimin sits up slowly. Is Yoongi serious? He’s really going to indulge in Jimin's crazy quest to prove to his family (through a lie) that he’s not going to end up forever alone (he probably will, he’s terrible at dating).

“Well, the trip to Jeju is all paid for already. That’s what my mom called to confirm this morning.” He might actually give Yoongi puppy dog eyes when he mentions his mom.

Yoongi shrugs. “Okay, then. I’ll go. We’ll need to talk to Namjoon about how to work from Jeju and–” another bone crushing hug. A hot blush creeps across his face. He can see Hoseok holding in his laughter behind his hand.

“Oh Yoongi-ssi! Thank you, thank you so much. You won’t regret helping me or well you probably will but oh my god thank you!” Jimin clings to him and Yoongi really doesn’t remember ever seeing him be this touchy with people before. He pats his back lightly in the hug.

It’s then that Hoseok bursts out into a fit of laughter that sends him careening towards the floor. He’s out of his chair, butt sliding onto Yoongi’s carpet. He crawls back up and wipes fake tears from his cheeks.

The two have broken away from the hug and are staring at him, wondering why the hell he’s laughing so hard.

“Oh, if you’re going to convince Jiminie’s family you’re dating, Yoongi hyung you need to work on not looking like you got stung by a bee when he hugs you.”

“I do not look like I was stung like a bee,” he pouts, “I don’t get hugged often.”

“Oh that’s just sad,” Hoseok says. “Well Jimin can change that.”

That’s how project: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐹𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝐵𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟 by Producer Hoseok begins. They’ve got exactly five days until they’re due to fly out to Jeju to meet Jimin’s family for the ten day stay. Hoseok gives them a list of things to work on in the meantime.

“As someone who dates two people very privately, I’m very good at what you exactly should not be doing in public. Therefore, please use this list of things to practice.” Hoseok passes a piece of paper over to them.

Jimin and Yoongi look at the list together. “Touching?” Jimin asks. “It sounds suggestive.” Yoongi lets out a groan, already regretting this. “People will never believe the two of you are together if you don’t touch,” he looks at them skeptically. “He’s right,” Yoongi says.

“Okay, we’ll practice touching, I don’t really know what you mean by that.” “A hand on his thigh sometimes, maybe like stroke his arm while he’s talking to you.”

“Stroke?” Jimin’s eyes almost pop out of his head.

Hoseok reaches forward to Jimin’s arm and slides it down. “Like gently. When he does something funny or kind.” “Are you funny?” Jimin turns to Yoongi to ask. Other than the jokes that he says on air, Jimin has no recollection of the producer being funny at all.

“Yes, I’m funny, Jimin-ssi.”

“Point two! Point two!” Hoseok interrupts them, tapping the paper.

“Terms of endearment,” they read together. Listed examples are “Yeobo” “jagiya” “naekkeo,” “sarang”

“You can speak comfortably,” Yoongi gives Jimin the permission. Sincerely, having others speak informally or formally never really mattered to the producer.

“Great, point three!” Hoseok was getting excited. “Point three is super important.” “Spending time together before you go on vacation?” Yoongi looked up at him. “Hoseok-ah, we work together.” “We see each other everyday.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes. Are his friends this clueless? “Outside of work. Where you can practice. The touching, the hand holding, all of that. We’ll go out to dinner tomorrow night, the whole group of us.”

The pair look at each other. As much as it seemed like a lot of work, the vacation was going to be more work. Although, Min Yoongi was quite looking forward to it.

Jimin has to text Yoongi later that night because his mom is asking all of Yoongi’s details for flight information and he doesn’t know them. He gets his number from Hoseok.

Jimin's surprised by his age. At just two years older he'd managed to create and co-own an entire business. Often times, he still wondered if there were other things out there that he could be doing, though he loved his job at the radio station.

Jimin giggles out loud, covering his hand with his mouth. Maybe he is actually funny. He doesn’t really have anything else left to say to the Producer. But, he doesn’t want to stop talking to him yet.

It’s a smooth move, Yoongi thinks, asking Jimin to send the first selfie. Hoseok would be proud. He’s always telling Yoongi that he needs to “get out there” more. Maybe this arrangement could be the way for him to get to know Jimin better.

The first selfie that comes through makes his throat dry and palms sweat. Jimin is gorgeous. Yoongi imagines he might be laying in bed right now, just like he is. Maybe he's in pajamas, maybe not. Either way it looks recent.

Another one comes through and Yoongi has to physically stop himself from making any kind of noise or texting back to tell Jimin he indeed is radiating boyfriend energy. All kinds of boyfriend energy, actually. Yoongi just wishes it was his boyfriend energy.

Yoongi laughs. If only Jimin knew how much the entire team admired him. A stream of new images comes through and this man really has no regard for Yoongi's soft heart.

Yoongi sifts through his photos on his phone. Most of them are of Mingie. He could easily just send one of her. She’s at the foot of the bed now, purring softly in her sleep. God, he loves Mingie so much.

He finds a few decent selfies he’s sent to Hoseok or Jungkook through snapchat. He thinks maybe a few of them were from the Busan Blues instagram story, but surely that won’t matter. He sits up and snaps one for good measure. His hair’s a mess but hopefully Jimin doesn’t mind.

Jimin thinks that he could have a worse looking fake boyfriend. He quickly selects his favorite of the photos and sends a picture back to Yoongi, confirming the contact change.

Jagiya Jiminie the contact photo reads. Jimin wasn’t expecting him to go along with it. He fires back a thumbs up, and then a good night. Yoongi replies quickly, telling Jimin he’ll see him in the morning.

Jimin falls asleep thinking this whole thing might be easier than he imagined.

Yoongi sighs as he clicks the phone and rolls over, planning to fall asleep. His day washes over him. Radio production can be unexpected. You never know what kind of caller you’re going to get, or what the music mashup might be.

Yoongi could have never expected this kind of day. Mingie wakes up with an annoyed “hrumph.” She lanks slowly up to Yoongi’s side, curling up near his face. Purring like a lawn mower, she nuzzles her head to his cheek before closing her eyes. It’s his cue to sleep.

So with Mingie in his arms he settles in, trying not to dream of sassy digital content managers.

Hoseok pulls Yoongi and Jimin into his office before broadcast the next morning. He’s got his crazy hair, because he’s running the show today, which always stresses him out a bit.

“Okay, so I was thinking last night and I think that you shouldn’t tell Namjoonie or JK that you guys are fake dating.”

The two look back and forth at each other. “Why?” Jimin asks.

“Well, they would be your test subjects. If you get them to believe you’re dating then of course Jimin’s parents and brother will believe you’re dating.”

“Hoseokie, I don’t know…” Jimin says. But again, Yoongi surprises him. “I think that’s a good idea. Just for this week, right? Then if we have to tell them it was all for show after we get back from vacation we can.”

Jimin nods hesitantly. He doesn’t like it. He’s spent his entire life telling half truths or harmless lies to his parents. It’s what kids do. But lying to Jungkook and Namjoon, well it seems wrong. But it does make sense.

If they need to convince Jimin’s parents and especially his sly brother who will sniff out the slightest inconsistency, they’ve got to start somewhere.

“Oh!!” Hoseok says. “We don’t have a lot of time so you need to do this later. But I watched this fake dating movie last night and they came up with rules.”

Yoongi chuckles at Hoseok watching a fake dating movie as if he and Jimin are some sort of experiment. “Rules?”

“Yes. You need ground rules. So I think you should have lunch together today and set those rules. It makes me sad to let my Jiminie go at lunch time, but it’ll start to make Namjoon and Jungkook catch onto you.”

Jimin doesn't always watch the guys do Busan Blues, but after Hoseok's suggestion of "spending more public time" with Yoongi, he decides to quite literally follow him around like a puppy dog.

Yoongi and Hoseok are co-hosting this morning. They slap on their radio persona's Suga and Hope, and greet the citizens of Busan.

"𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠. 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑆𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝐵𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛 𝐵𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑜-ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒.

𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝐵𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑊𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠, 𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘." Hoseok purrs into the mic.

Jimin sits on the sideline of the studio with Jungkook. They must be shooting a segment this morning, because Jungkook is usually holed up in the visual studio editing and mixing content for their Youtube channel or Instagram.

Jimin likes working with Jungkook. Originally when he started the videographer was so quiet Jimin was convinced he didn't like him. Hoseok invited the two of them out to drinks and Jimin almost refused to go.

"It'll be awkward, Hoba. He hates me. Yesterday I told a joke, a good one, and he didn't even crack a smile!" Jimin whined over lunch. "Jungkookie is just so shy. You'll see. After a drink or two he'll warm up to you and then everything will be fine, I swear."

He'd been right. Jungkook was still eerily quiet at the bar table when they arrived. He only responded one or two word answers when Jimin would ask. He was a bit more talkative with Hoseok. But after the second round of drinks arrived, he started to come alive.

"I know," he slurred his words a little bit. Hoseok said he was a lightweight. His eyes were tight with smile, "that you think I don't like you," he pouted. "Hoseokie hyung told me. I'm sorry, Jimini-ssi, I just think you're so cool!" Jimin had laughed. "Me?!"

Jungkook nodded furiously. "You came in and you're so good already. You're definitely going to get hired at the end of your internship. I had to apply AGAIN last year after my internship."

"Wait...how old are you?" Jimin asks. He'd joined college a year late and hadn't quite decided on his major once he first entered. He assumed Jungkook was older than him by both his build and his demeanor.

"Uh, 97," Jungkook replied before taking another swig from his beer. All the while Hoseok watched quietly at the table as finally his work friend and his best friend were communicating.

Jimin gulped. "97? I'm 95..I thought you were older!" "Aish, another hyung? I'm forever the youngest in the studio crew," he tsk'd.

Over the months Jungkook became a big help to Jimin in realizing that he might be more interested in the content side of radio, rather than the show itself. "You don't have to wake up at the crack of dawn if you don't want to," he'd been sold.

Jimin also learned a lot about work ethic from Jungkook. He worked harder than anyone else Jimin had come across before. Every detail of the content he produced had to be perfect. Even though he didn't have to be up and at the studio as earlier as their Hyungs, he was.

Jimin sits in his lap now, teasing him before the show is to queue up again. "Jungkookie, are you going to miss me while I'm on vacation next week?" "No, my lap will be free all the time now. I don't know what I'll do without all the extra weight," he bounces his legs.

Jimin laughs and catches Yoongi's eyes over his microphone. He smiles and Yoongi returns it, though it looks a bit tight. "Okay, every hush, here we go," Namjoon says, running the show for the morning. "We’re live in 3, 2, 1, -”

Jimin likes the way Busan Blues works. Technically, Namjoon is everyone's boss. He's the executive and music director. But co-owns the studio's label with Yoongi.

The show is most often co-hosted by Hoseok and Yoongi, but the entire team makes appearances often, especially if they're interviewing Idols, hosting games, or there's a sweepstakes going on.

"𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝐽𝑖𝑛! 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡, 𝐽𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒," Yoongi says.

Jimin notices how much more animated his voice becomes when he's hosting. Yesterday when they were in his office his voice was so quiet and gentle, just barely above a whisper between the two of them. He likes both voices.

The normal morning show itself lasts around two hours between music, weather & news, and calling in. Jimin likes that part the most. On Fridays is when Idols come in for interviews to promote new music, shows, and movies.

Jimin was looking forward to this Friday's interview the most. He'd been a longtime fan of Jin and had yet to meet him, even if he was dating his best friend. Jimin wondered how Hoseok did it, having a secret relationship with one of the most famous people in South Korea.

He imagined it must be hard, having to hide your relationship like that because the media and fans continuously sifted through every detail of your life. It didn't help that there were three of them involved in the relationship, which the media would eat up even more.

After the show is finished, Namjoon takes over to do the lunch hour news and music. He'll spend most of the day with one of the new interns running that. "Uh, Namjoonah," Yoongi says while Namjoon lines up an hour of straight music to get everyone a break. "Can we speak later?"

Namjoon clicks a few more buttons, then turns to him. "Sure, Hyung. Want to eat lunch together after I do the news?" Yoongi runs his fingers through his hair. Jimin's trying not to eavesdrop, but he's waiting for Yoongi. So he shuffles his feet nearby.

"Oh, well Jiminie and I are eating lunch together," Jimin doesn't miss how Yoongi speaks his name informally. Namjoon looks surprised. His eyes flick over to Jimin and the brunette forces a cheesy smile, hugging his laptop to his chest.

"Okay, just, um, text me when you're done, Hyung..."

Yoongi crosses the room and Jimin tenses when a large hand comes to rest on his lower back. He even makes a quiet sound of surprise. Namjoon looks at the two of them again, puzzled. Yoongi just waves and gives Jimin a small push out the door.

"So the rules," Yoongi says once they've sat down at a nearby noodle restaurant. "Hoseok is insane for actually researching this. He told me he watched To All the Boys I've Loved Before," he shakes his head.

Jimin perks up with a bright smile. "I love that movie!! I guess this is sort of like fake dating in that way. Except we won't end up together like Lara Jean and Peter," he whips out his phone to make a list. Yoongi tries not to physically deflate in front of him.

Their waitress sets down two bowls of steaming noodles in front of them. Jimin takes a long string and slurps them up quickly. A glob of jjang sauce makes it onto his cheek. "Oh, you have something--" Yoongi points to his cheek.

Jimin blushes before taking his napkin and dabbing at his face, missing the sauce. "Did I get it?" Yoongi shakes his head and points again but Jimin still hasn't quite cleared the black bean sauce off. He reaches forward with his own napkin, wiping Jimin's cheek.

Jimin blushes again but laughs. "Oh my god, you're such a grandparent," he smiles happily. "But thank you." They keep eating for a bit before Jimin directs them back to their original purpose for lunch in the first place.

"So the rules..." he says again. "I think obviously our first rule should be that we tell no one that we're fake dating. Like any of our friends, family, and people we come by have to just think it's real." "Except Hoseok," Yoongi says. "Except Hoseok," Jimin agrees.

He types it into the notes app of his phone then shares it with Yoongi. "Operation Yoonmin?" Yoongi asks once the note makes it to his phone. Jimin nods. "It's our ship name. Once it gets out on social media and stuff our radio listeners will start calling us this, I swear."

"Ship name?" Yoongi asks. "Its just a name that combines a couple's names together. You know like from your favorite tv shows or books." "So like if I thought the basketball player Jong-kyu and Rain would make a cute couple? It would be what..Rainjong?"

Jimin bursts into wild giggles. He's hunched over, hand over his mouth. Yoongi's heart flutters and he thinks about how proud he feels to make Jimin laugh like that.

"Rainjong sounds silly. It has to sound good together, like...Jonghoon would be nice because that uses his real name." "Oh...." Yoongi says, confused. "So anyway, Yoonmin sounds nice together." Yoongi thinks it absolutely does.

They spend the rest of the hour bouncing ideas back and forth to each other. Finally, they come up with a list of rules they 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 agree on.

"I think we should just hold hands, it's simple and nice." Jimin types it down. "Holding hands. Great, we can do the caressing thing later. Though, you haven't proven to be funny, yet." Yoongi rolls his eyes.

"I liked Jagiya Jiminie in your phone so I changed yours to Yeobo Yoongi because I think they both are good. Is it okay to call you Yeobo?" Jimin asks. "Yeobo is good," Yoongi's belly blossoms with butterflies as his preferred nickname is directed at him.

"But we shouldn't use them too often. Terms of endearment are...weird? Like, you can just call me Jimin and I'll just call you Yoongi most of the time. It's still informal."

"We should keep eating lunch together," Yoongi suggests. It's his own selfish way of getting Jimin to spend time with him. "It will make it seem real to the guys. Plus we can get more comfortable before the trip starts."

"I usually eat with Hoseokie, he's going to be sad." "He can eat with Namjoon. Namjoon is always trying to force me to eat lunch so he'll like being able to eat with Hoseok instead of waiting around for me."

Jimin puts his phone down. "You don't eat lunch? It's like...a really important meal." "Breakfast and coffee are more important. I work over lunch a lot, I forget to eat."

Jimin picks the phone up quickly typing it in. "Okay, we're absolutely eating lunch together every day so I know you're eating. Don't skip meals, hyung," he says gently.

Jimin ponders for a moment before moving on to the next point. "I feel like you should be getting something out of this arrangement. Like you've just agreed to an entire vacation with my family and they're a little...overbearing," he grimaces.

"I don't need anything, Jimin, it's okay." Jimin frowns. "There must be something. You said coffee is important. I'll bring you coffee every morning. It's very boyfriend-y."

"Okay. I can call you before bed. I remember you mentioned on your initial intro interview on the show that you like talking on the phone, right?" Jimin's surprised Yoongi remembers that. A few months ago once he was officially hired, Jimin was introduced to the listeners.

Hoseok fired question after question at him to try to get their audience to know the digital content manager a little better. Yoongi hadn't even been in the studio when they were live that day.

"Oh!" he smiles at Yoongi shyly. "You don't have to do that.." "It's okay, I want to." Yoongi types it in the shared note before Jimin can argue.

"I think that's enough. Surely, on vacation we'll have stuff to discuss but this feels fine. Then, after vacation things will end!" he types it in the note. "Well, what about the holidays?" Yoongi asks. "Christmas is in December. Won't your family want us to visit?"

Jimin chews on his bottom lip. "That's if they like you," he jokes. "But we can call things off after vacation." "Why don't we just..." Yoongi thinks of the right way to say it.."re-evaluate after vacation?"

Jimin doesn't understand how he got Yoongi to agree to this in the first place, let alone extend it for a few months. Then he pipes up, "My moms might want me to bring someone home for the holiday, so you never know I might be needing the favor too..."

It makes Jimin feel a little better, like he's not just using the producer for his own selfish accord. "Okay, we can re-evaluate." Jimin sticks out his hand to shake on the agreement. "Welcome to this wild ride, boyfriend." Yoongi tries not to swoon.

Between lunch, setting rules, and filming something in the afternoon with Jungkook, Yoongi forgets that Hoseok planned for everyone to go out for drinks. It’s a Wednesday night and the one lgbtq+ bar in their area has two for one Wednesday-Saturday.

Yoongi goes home after work and stresses about what to wear. Any normal day, he’s a tshirt and jeans kind of guy. He’ll throw a cardigan on top just to be warm, and it’s cozy. But Hoseok reminded him through text that “young grandpa chic” was not the vibe.

So now he’s standing in front of his closet staring at all of his clothes. What screams ‘gay, single, but not ready to mingle since you’re fake dating your coworker that you really wish you were actually dating so you want to look nice so he notices you?’

Not the cat sweater Jungkook got him for his birthday this year. His buzzing phone pulls him out of his thoughts and he groans. It’s probably Hoseok.

He picks it up from the navy comforter. It’s Namjoon. He freezes, their earlier conversation still very fresh in his mind. His hands are shaking now like they were then. He picks up quickly. “Hey Namjoon–”

“Hyung, it’s me. My phone is charging in Namjoon’s bedroom. I called because you probably are still thinking about what to wear and you need to leave in five minutes if you’re going to be on time taking Jimin.”

“I’m taking Jimin?” Yoongi asks. “Of course you are,” there’s a tone in Hoseok’s voice that suggests he’s not alone anymore.

“Ahh, it's Yoongi hyung. He doesn’t know what to wear.” He whispers some more away from the phone and Yoongi wonders if they’ve talked about their conversation. Namjoon wouldn’t do that, right? “Namjoonie says put on your leather jacket from university.”

Yoongi’s ears heat up with a shame he hasn't felt in a while...or maybe three hours. The leather jack from university holds stories in its stitchings. Namjoon is being coy. Yoongi isn't going to let him get the best of him. “Tell him I said that’s a great idea.”

After they get off the phone Yoongi steps back into the walk-in closet to retrieve the jacket from the very back corner. The jacket had been retired, forgotten, purposely. Touching it is like being warped into another world.

It faintly still smells of cigarette and weed smoke from parties in strangers' apartments that often ended in the cops getting called. It didn’t matter how many times he washed it. He hopes that's all it smells like.

He pulls on his pants while he calls Jimin because they never talked about Yoongi driving him to the bar. Realistically, they should walk. But it’s cold out and if he drinks too much he can just take a cab back.

“Yeah?” Jimin answers the phone, something off in his tone. “Is that how you answer calls for real?” Yoongi does up the zipper. He balances the phone between his shoulder and ear while pulling his white shirt onto the other side.

“I wasn’t expecting you to call. We’ll see each other in like…twenty minutes?”

Yoongi pauses the conversation to loop the tee over his head. “Well Hoseok said I was picking you up, I didn’t know I was picking you up.”

“Ohhh,” Jimin draws out the sound and Yoongi seriously does not like the tone that he’s taking, it seems…standoffish. “I was going to walk, it’s like ten minutes from my place.”

“Mine too, what’s your address? I'll come get you.” “33-6, Seolleungro-190gil” Jimin says and Yoongi freezes while he’s tucking his shirt into his jeans.

“Jimin, I said what’s your address, not mine. Also, how’d you get my address? That wasn’t in the info you needed for flights?”

Jimin makes an annoyed sound and Yoongi is half tempted to just hang up the phone. This isn’t how he imagined the night starting. “That is my address, what are you talking about?”

“Your address is 33-6, Seolleungro-190gil?” Yoongi pulls on the jacket hastily, then goes out to look at his mail because yeah he’s lived here for three years but surely he’s remembering his own address wrong. “Yes, Yoongi-ssi, that’s my address. Is something wrong?”

Yoongi stares at his piece of mail. “No..I just think we live in the same building.”

Yoongi meets in the elevator on the third floor, where apparently Jimin has lived for the past six months. “I thought you and Namjoon were roommates, why isn’t he coming with us?” Jimin asks once they get to the ground floor where the parking garage is.

“He moved out last year to a better apartment that’s closer to Seokjin so it’s easier for them to see each other,” Yoongi explains.

He unlocks the car and waits until Jimin slides in before climbing in himself. He sniffs the air subtly, hoping his car doesn’t smell weird.

There’s no reason it should, but he’s nervous and thinking about his car smelling weird is better than thinking about how the two of them are about to walk in like a couple with all of their coworkers and friends.

“So we live in the same place but we’ve never crossed paths?” Jimin asks. “Hmph, that’s strange.” “I don’t go out much anymore since Namjoon moved out,” Yoongi admits as he backs out of his spot.

Namjoon and Hoseok had been the ones to constantly drag Yoongi out, especially after college ended. In college it was a different story. But now, he goes from work to home to work again in a never ending cycle.

“Namjoon doesn’t really seem like the going out type,” Jimin comments. Yoongi notices that his tone still seems guarded. “He likes to drink or play games. Hoseok is the one that likes to go out, though. He just likes to have fun and make sure everyone else is having fun too.”

They sit quietly for a while. Jimin is picking at a loose thread in his ripped jeans and Yoongi thinks about how he’d like to reach over and hold his hand because he seems nervous. Maybe that’s why he’s annoyed too, anxiety manifests in interesting ways.

Yoongi doesn’t think what he’s going to say next will help at all, but Jimin deserves to know. “Namjoon is upset with me, by the way.”

Jimin keeps his eyes focused on the window, but Yoongi notices his jaw clench. He wonders if Hoseok knows and told Jimin. “Oh?”

Yoongi sighs. “And you know…” “Well, I accidentally overheard.”

Jimin had been going to Yoongi’s office late this afternoon to hand him the proposal for the podcast idea they were originally supposed to discuss yesterday. He truly wasn’t trying to eavesdrop but Yoongi never closes his office door.

Jimin has worked for Busan Blues Radio for thirteen months. He’s seen Namjoon frustrated, sad, and a myriad of other emotions. But in those thirteen months he’s never heard him raise his voice. He raised it then.

“What do you mean you’re dating our intern, Yoongi?” There was venom attached to it. Jimin couldn’t see him but he could bet Namjoon’s jaw was set tight the way it got when something wasn’t working on the mixing board. This however, was not the mixing board.

“We’re just…I don’t know, Namjoonah, we’re trying it out. Also he’s not an intern anymore.” Namjoon didn't like the correction.

“Trying it out enough for you to go on vacation with his family? That’s not trying it out, Yoongi.” He was pacing. “What the hell happens when the listeners find out that the co-owner of the show goes after interns? If this ends poorly between the two of you–like, like–”

“Don’t,” Yoongi’s voice was still quiet but got darker. Jimin hadn't heard either of them speak like this before. “He’s not an intern, Namjoon. He’s fully hired on staff. Besides, I’m not the only one dating someone else from the station.”

It was a blow that wasn’t meant to be one, but Namjoon took it that way. He stormed out of Yoongi’s office. Jimin shrank back into the wall and held the proposal over his face, hoping his boss hadn’t seen him as he stalked the opposite way. He never did go into Yoongi’s office.

Jimin didn’t know if he was more upset with Namjoon’s disapproval or the fact he still saw him as an intern. Either way, it made him feel like shit.

“I just don’t know why you didn’t tell me," Jimin says. They've arrived at the bar but he's still in his seat starring out the window. "We should call this off right now,” he suggests bitterly.

Yoongi sighs. He’d told Namjoon to come to his office just to say he was going on vacation and would be doing the show remotely while he was gone for the ten days.

He hadn’t expected Namjoon to so quickly put two and two together. “Jimin’s going on vacation at the same time with his family,” Namjoon had said, there was an air in his voice that sounded frustrated.

Yoongi stayed quiet for a long while. His lips twitched. His fingers itched in his lap. “Right. We should talk about that too.”

Namjoon turned to him, eyes already sporting that pinched together look of disapproval. Yoongi hated that look. “Talk about what, Hyung?”

“Jimin and I,” Yoongi wasn’t sure how to put it. Hoseok hadn’t coached them through this part.

“You and Jimin, what? You planned vacations at the same time…?” Yoongi wanted to roll his eyes. Was Namjoon really going to make him say it? He already knew.

“Namjoonah,” Yoongi was losing his patience a little. “You know what I’m talking about. We’re dating. Jimin and I are dating.”

He hadn’t expected Namjoon to throw him a party, to congratulate him or anything of that nature. Namjoon knew Yoongi’s dating history. It was nonexistent, but not without experience. Namjoon hated Yoongi’s dating history. He hadn’t however expected him to get so upset.

He sighs when he looks at Jimin now. “Namjoon will get over it. Besides, your Eomma already bought my ticket. You’re not taking my free vacation away from me,” Yoongi removes the key from the ignition. He hopes Jimin doesn’t see how his hands are shaking.

Jimin groans, throwing his head back into Yoongi’s leather seat. “But he hates me now! I worked so hard to get this job and then I fucked it all up because I had to one up my brother and lie to my parents.”

Yoongi reaches out to put a hand on Jimin’s thigh because it feels like the right thing to do. Jimin jumps slightly at the touch. “He doesn’t hate you. You’re his favorite student ever. He doesn’t even hate me, he’s just protective of Busan Blues." Which Yoongi understands.

They put their heart, soul, and wallets into this company. Didn't Namjoon know he wouldn't do anything to jeopardize it? "He thinks things will end poorly and it will impact the show.”

Yoongi doesn’t need to tell Jimin about the evidence Namjoon has that suggests it might end poorly. “Well it can’t end poorly, it’s not real,” Jimin says, sounding a bit less bitter.

Yoongi retracts his hand from Jimin's leg. He touches the door handle, poised to leave the car. He waits a beat to control his voice. “Right, of course,” he makes his tone sound light.

“Okay,” Jimin sighs. “Then let’s go in. Maybe we’ll keep Hoseokie’s touching thing to a minimum, I don’t want to upset Namjoon.”

Dopamine is located in a tiny back alley of the Beomil-dong district in Busan. It’s known as the town’s only “gayborhood” where locals and visitors can enjoy entertainment, clubbing, eateries and more.

It’s the safest place to be gay in Busan, though most everywhere is safe these days thankfully.

Yoongi’s parked in the side parking lot so he exits the car with Jimin and follows him around the corner to get to the alleyway. At first glance, it looks like the perfect place to go ahead and get mugged or murder.

That was Jackson’s point when he bought the building. He didn’t want people who wouldn’t enjoy the scene to accidentally stumble upon the party destination. Also, he told Yoongi he liked the idea of being the party guy. "It's like every night I'm hosting my own personal party."

It’s quite literally a hole in the wall, but it’s a whole in the wall that feels comfortable and fun. They come upon the neon purple sign and Jimin takes a deep and shaky breath.

He knows his coworkers are already in there. He’s afraid of walking in. Did he make a mistake asking Yoongi to go out of his way to help him like this?

“It feels like an appropriate time to hold hands,” Yoongi suggests as he notices Jimin lingering before the door.

Jimin’s mouth twitches. “Yeah, okay."

Yoongi grabs his hand, interlocking their fingers. Yoongi’s hand is warm where Jimin’s is cold. But Jimin laughs. “Oh my god, is this how you hold hands? No, no, this isn’t going to work!”

Yoongi’s mouth drops in feigned offense. “What do you mean? How do you hold hands?”

“This feels like…too much, let’s try this,” Jimin unlaces their fingers and cups Yoongi’s hand instead.

Yoongi frowns. It feels uncomfortable. He realizes that if anyone were watching they might look ridiculous standing outside of this club, trying to figure out how to hold hands. They wouldn’t be fooling anyone. “I don’t like my hand on bottom,” Yoongi says.

“Ohhh, you’re a top,” Jimin looks him in the eyes.

Yoongi’s throat aches with the approaching choke. He gives Jimin a blank, yet somehow panicked stare. He was, but it didn’t feel like the appropriate time to talk about sex dynamics in their fake relationship.

Jimin cackles. “Yoongi , I was kidding, breathe! But okay, let’s switch.”

Yoongi cups Jimin’s hand instead, the smaller fitting nicely on the underside of his large fingers. “Better?” he asks.

Yoongi nods. “Yeah, this is good.”

Jimin rolls his eyes with a laugh again. “Thank god we’re practicing before next week. Hyun would have a field day with us not being able to know how to hold hands.”

They step through the doors of Dopamine, hands clasped.

The lights are purple this evening. Jackson's DJ, who Yoongi can't remember the name of, changes them almost every evening to fit some sort of vibe. Jackson's the first to greet them, checking IDs even though they spent four years going to college together.

"Everytime?" Yoongi asks. "Is it really necessary?" Jackson gives a sly smile. "I just like to remind you how old you are." "I'm one year older!" Yoongi defends.

Yoongi spots their table of friends. They're in the same spot as usual, closest hightop to the dance floor, because Hoseok loves to make Namjoon twirl around, no matter how clumsy he is on his feet.

Jungkook looks to be Hoseok's dance partner currently. Yoongi can't help but smile, he appreciates the way Jungkook comes a little more alive as he drinks.

As someone who's also often the quietest person in the room, and is livened by a bit of a drink, he feels connected to their youngest studio member in a way.

They make their way to the bar to order drinks. A man with high cheek bones donned in glitter takes their order. "First round is on me," Yoongi says, pulling out his wallet. "Uh-uh," Jimin shakes his head, sliding his card across the granite. "I'm indebted to you for life."

"Jiminah, free vacation. You got my coffee order right this morning. I think I can pay for drinks. Besides, I'm the hyung," Yoongi moves his card out of the way and hands his to the bartender.

Jimin rolls his eyes before retracting his plastic card. "I will be buying your drinks at some point tonight," he slides it back in the leather wallet at his hip. "Start a tab," Yoongi smiles and Jimin grits his teeth.

Once Jimin is holding quite literally the fruttiest drink Yoongi has ever seen, and he's got a beer to carry, they rejoin their hands to approach the table. Thankfully, Hoseok and Jungkook have sat back down so they don't have to greet Namjoon alone.

"Ahhh, you're here!" Hoseok claps once he sees the pair. He stands to move two chairs next to each other, because they were at opposite ends of the roundtable. He pats the chairs, "Sit, sit, I was just going to beckon someone over to order shots."

"Shots?" Namjoon asks. "Hobi, we have to work in the morning..." Hoseok waves Namjoon away playfully. "Oh, we'll be fine. It's just one shot.."

Yoongi notices Namjoon eyeing their hands. Jimin must too because he lets go once they sit down. Yoongi pretends he needs to hold his beer with both hands, the absence of Jimin's hand leaving his feeling a little cold.

Yoongi drinks faster than he intended too, because the awkwardness between he and Namjoon is getting to him. He doesn't quite know how he should be acting. Namjoon seems to be actively ignoring him, though he's speaking to Jimin.

After their round of shots, Hoseok pulls Jimin and Jungkook away to dance. "I'll be back," Jimin purrs against Yoongi's ear, touching his shoulder on the way and he shivers. Namjoon heaves a heavy sigh.

Yoongi isn't confrontational normally, but he's on his second beer and feeling bold. "Namjoon-ah, we're not the fighting type. So, just come out and say more than you said earlier so we can get through this," he feels his words coming out slower than normal.

Namjoon turns to him. The anger must be dissipating because his stare is less cold than before. "We put our blood, sweat, and tears into Busan Blues," Namjoon begins. "I've seen the way the other interns were with you. You said you were trying to change and I believed you."

"You still should. Busan Blues means just as much to me as it does to you. You don't think I care about our company? It's not like college, Namjoon."

Yoongi looks to the dance floor where Jimin is grinding against Jungkook, a flurry of jealousy coils in his stomach. If it were like college that feeling wouldn't be there. College Yoongi didn't care if who he was seeing were with other people.

"I won't let anything get in the way of Busan Blues," Yoongi looks at him sincerely. "I swear, Namjoon." His friend's shoulders slump.

The conversation seems to need to end there as Jimin comes over, breathless. He picks up Yoongi's beer from his hand and takes a swig. "You're not going to dance with me, hyung? Or you Namjoonie? You guys are boring!!"

Hoseok comes over to take a long pull from his own drink and joins in on the teasing. "We're here to have fun! Come on, dance with us."

"Please, hyung," Jimin bats his long lashes. Yoongi swallows. He looks at Namjoon who shrugs. "We can't be the boring boyfriends, now can we?"

"You're supposed to stand in solidarity with me!" Yoongi calls after him, but Hoseok is already too busy dragging Namjoon away. He's left with Jimin. "Let's go," he holds his hand out.

"I'm a really bad dancer," Yoongi shakes his head. "Seriously, you'll regret choosing me to fake date on account of my bad dancing alone." "I'll do all the work, come. Jungkook is asking questions about us ever since we came in holding hands. We've got to give them something."

Yoongi wonders if Jimin studied acting in college because the way he's putting on a show right now could fool anyone. They're in the middle of the small, lavender lit dance floor.

"Just bounce a bit, I'll do the rest," he'd said before turning his back to Yoongi. Ever since he'd been swaying his hips languidly to the beat of some song.

He's just barely up against his front but Yoongi's thinking of every repulsive thing in the world to keep his body from reacting. Jimin's also dancing with Jungkook, so the youngest doesn't feel left out. He's got a wide smile on his face as they jive to the beat.

Without a command, Jimin's hands come back to grab Yoongi's, guiding them to his sides. He plants them firmly on and keeps them there, wordlessly showing Yoongi how to follow the roll of his hips. Yoongi bites the inside of his lip.

"You're not so bad, yeobo," Jimin turns his head to give praise. Yoongi tries so hard not to respond with something snarky. At one point Jimin pushes back harder and Yoongi freezes. It's too much. He backs away slightly, creating space between them.

He can't see all of Jimin's face but he swears there's a ghost of a smirk there. The purple lights flicker off and on his face. He must get lost in the music because his back end presses into Yoongi's front again moments later. The producer steps away. "I'm going to get a drink."

The night stretches on until Hoseok is a little too red in the face to stay out anymore. The morning show starts for the producers at six, which means they really should be in by five or five-thirty at the absolute latest to make sure the equipment is running right.

By the way Hoseok looks, Jimin imagines that Namjoon and Yoongi might be co-hosting in the morning. Namjoon slings an arm around his boyfriend's waist, holding him close. "You're directing and hosting tomorrow, yeah?" Yoongi asks. He's a bit tipsy himself.

Namjoon bobs his head. "I set all the controls to be ready for the show in the morning, knowing this would happen." Jungkook, who barely had anything to drink is napping on the table as he waits for everyone to be ready to leave. Jimin has found him to be quite the lightweight.

Jimin, who drank the least out of anyone, is standing in the peripheral examining his friends. He grabs Yoongi's hand quietly, making him jump as always. "Hyung," Hoseok calls with his eyes half closed as they're finally leaving. "You make sure you get Jimin home safe."