"And your last musician is," his heart was at its limit by now; he was on the edge of his seat as he waited. "Min Yoongi-with a score of 82! Congratulations, come on out Yoongi!" His eyes widened.

Did-did the presenter just call out his name? Frozen in shock, he missed his name being called out again.

"Yoongi! You got through! What are you doing? Go!" The pink haired male cried―yes, there were actually tears in Jin's eyes. He snapped out of his thoughts though, and rushed out onto the stage, still surprised by the fact that he'd actually gotten through.

After what he'd heard from those people in the audience and Namjoon, he'd really believed he wouldn't have a chance at the finals.

He was happy; even if he had scored the lowest from the others, he'd beaten countless others. That was enough for him-for now.
 

This competition had been difficult to begin with, so he hadn't been expecting an exceptional score-but he was not fully satisfied, either. He planned to do better at the finals; he was going to win that trip at all costs. Yoongi wouldn't let the chance slip from his hands.
 

"Congratulations to all seven of you for making through to the finals! But!" The presenter interjected abruptly, startling him.

God, where the hell did they find such a peppy presenter from?

"This is only the beginning! The real competition starts at this very moment-so allow me to run through your task." The presenter looked down as he flipped over his cue card, then turned his attention back to the contestants. "The judges have decided to do something a little different this year―just to spice things up a little!" He paused. "Instead of composing three pieces, you will all be producing two. That's not all though, of course! This year, we're going to have you partner up with a dancer-of your choice, don't worry," the presenter chuckled lightly, "-accompany you to support your performance!"

What?

A dancer, accompanying him? But he didn't need one! He was perfectly fine performing on his own; the last thing he needed was some dancer to come and ruin his work. The black haired male couldn't understand the judging panel, it made no sense.

What would a dancer have anything to do with a music competition?

 

"Now, I know what you all must be thinking-but, I assure you, this addition will provide you with a great advantage in the future, if you so aspire to have a musical career."

"Ah, Mr. Kim, if you don't mind me interrupting, I'd like to say something to the contestants," one of the judges, a middle aged male with very refined eyebrows, interjected.

"Oh, of course not! Please, if you would, Mr. Yokovich," Mr Kim nodded happily, bowing and then, stepping aside, his microphone and cue cards held in front of him.

"The reason we decided to have a dancer accompany you at the finals, is because we want to observe that, as good as you all are as soloists-we wonder how well you can perform with another artist. It's all great performing on your own―but a true artist will also be able to adapt, and be flexible with other artists-they will always try and challenge themselves. Collaborations are wonderful things, and they really manage to showcase just how skilled you really are. So, I am excited to see what the seven of you will come up with your new partners! Good luck!" The blonde male finished with a big grin, and placed his microphone back on the table.

This made Yoongi ponder; if he wanted to be a composer in the future, he will have to learn to adapt with whatever challenge came his way. He had decided, he was going to do this seriously. 



"I couldn't have said it better myself! I hope you all take Mr. Yokovich's advice into account when working with your partners. With that said, I also wish you luck! You have three months, use it wisely! I will see you all again at the finals now! Thank you for your hard work!" The presenter bowed at the seven of them and exited offstage.

Yoongi bowed at the other contestants in return as they began to leave as well, before heading backstage himself.

He was immediately engulfed in a tight motherly hug by Jin, and he would have pushed the older male away-but he was happy today. So happy.

His arms wrapped around Jin's waist, a genuine smile on display as opposed to his usual half smile.

"You did it, Yoongi. I'm so happy for you-I told you you'd get through, didn't I?" Jin said, pulling away from the hug and beaming at the younger. He flashed a gummy smile in return, causing the pink haired male to look slightly taken aback. "Oh my god, Yoongi, oh my god, you smiled!" The older male exclaimed, causing him to roll his eyes.

"I'm human, aren't I? Of course, I smile," he remarked with a snort, though the corners of his lips tugged upwards. Jin rolled his eyes at him this time.

"Oh really? And here I thought you were a child of Satan all this time," the older of the two said, his hand on his heart in fake shock. He glared back in response before hearing a faint, "...yung!" getting louder by the second. Jin noticed this and turned around to the direction of the voice. It was Hoseok, of course.

"Hyung!" He was pretty sure the entire university could hear him.

Jung Hoseok. Overexcited monkey. Those two words should be more than enough.

"Hyung, I heard you won!" The blonde exclaimed in excitement, shaking his shoulders violently; he was about to vomit. News sure travelled fast at K'Arts, though.

"Hoseok, let Yoongi go. Do you want to get a bloody nose again?" Jin warned the younger with a sigh, his arms placed across his chest.

"It's like he enjoys being punched by Yoongi hyung-wait, is that your kink? Is that why you're constantly pushing Yoongi over the edge?" Namjoon, who had been strangely silent earlier, remarked with a smirk.

"What the , Namjoon?" Hoseok glared at the other blonde, but then his lips curved up into a devious grin. "You know me so well." He said, placing his hand on the taller male's shoulder.

"What the , Hoseok?" Namjoon stepped away from the older male, looking at the other in disgust.

Yoongi would never understand what went on in that monkey brain of his, to be honest. Then again, he wasn't really curious.

"I'm kidding, calm you , bro. Anyway, this is not why I came here," the silver blonde turned back to face him, "Congrats on getting through to the finals, hyung! I ran here as soon as I got the news-the whole school is talking about it." His eyebrows raised up in surprise; it had only been less than half an hour ago he had been on stage.

Wait. More importantly-wasn't Hoseok a dancer?

He could get the younger to help him. Yeah. That could work. He wouldn't mind working with the younger, either. In fact, the few times he had worked with Hoseok, he had found it enjoyable. He had decided.

"Hoseok, I need your help. This year, we've been given the task to work with a dancer as a partner, so-you can help, right?" He probably sounded desperate, he knew, but Yoongi was willing to do whatever he could to win that reward. Well, almost everything.

The frown now displayed on the younger's face broke any hope he had.

"Sorry, hyung, I can't. I'm actually going to be participating in a competition myself. I'd really like to help, but-oh!" Yoongi jumped back, slightly startled by the sudden exclamation. "I know someone who can help you! -Ah, but I'll have to ask him, just to make sure. Though, I'm pretty sure he's available-well, by available, I mean that he does nothing other than practice all day, so it'll be a nice change-"

"Hoseok, I need a name, not the ing life story of this guy," he interrupted the other, who always seemed to go off on tangents.

"Alright, calm your down, god. His name is Park Jimin. He's just recently joined K'Arts, but he's one hell of a dancer, let me tell you that." The silver blonde said with a wide grin. "I'll let you know as soon as I can, how long do you have to produce your pieces?"

"Three months," he answered simply, "but please, if you can get him to agree before the week ends, that'd be great. Three months is not gonna be enough for me," he trailed off with a frown. He needed at least a few months more; he wanted to make sure his work was completed to perfection.

"Got it. Don't worry, hyung, I'll ask him tomorrow in class, I guarantee you, he's amazing, and he's cute, too," the younger mumbled the last part under his breath, but he'd caught it.

He wondered...did Hoseok possibly like this Jimin?

He glanced at the younger, only to see a hint of red brushing his cheeks. Oh yeah, he definitely liked Jimin-at least, he had a crush on this freshman.

Well, whatever it was, he just hoped Park Jimin was the partner he was searching for.

"But for now, let's celebrate!" Hoseok yelled in joy, swinging his arms around him. He allowed the younger to dragged him forward, just this once.

"Oh and Namjoon," the silver blonde turned his head to the said male's direction, "I believe you owe me ₩50,000." He smirked widely in satisfaction.

"Wait, why?" Jin interjected, looking accusingly at his boyfriend. He watched as Namjoon smile sheepishly, rubbing the nape of his neck. "Kim Namjoon, I swear to god, you did not." The older reprimanded, causing Yoongi to look at his friends in confusion.

"Oh, yes he did. You need to control your boyfriend, hyung. Put him on a leash or something, you know," Hoseok suggested, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Hoseok, shut up. You're just as guilty as I am," Namjoon snapped at the older male.

"What the are you guys on about? Will someone tell me?" He interjected in irritation. Yoongi didn't enjoy being left out, it irked him when he didn't know something.

An exasperated sigh emitted from Jin as he looked at him.

"Hoseok and Namjoon made a bet on you. Namjoon bet that you wouldn't get through to the finals, and Hoseok bet that you would," he answered, shaking his head.

Yoongi turned to Hoseok, who was slowly retreating backwards.

"You made a ing bet on whether I'd win or not?! Hoseok, come back here so I can punch you, !" He shouted in anger as he tried to chase after the younger.

"Which is exactly why I'm getting away from you!" The younger yelled back, laughing obnoxiously. He needed new friends.

"I don't know why you're laughing, Joon. You're next." The pink haired male answered before leaving the now frightened blonde behind.

"Wait, Jin. You're not actually going to let Yoongi get me, are you?" The younger called out, fearful.

"You brought it on yourself, Joon! Now deal with the consequences!" Jin answered with a wave, his back facing his boyfriend as he headed for the exit.

"I'm screwed."

A/N: tfw when you don't have time, but you have that motivation and inspiration /sighs/. yeah, i had this assignment that was stressing me tf out this week so i wasn't able to finish this until today. i'd like to say that i'll be updating quicker, but i don't want our relationship to be based on lies so―i'll update as much as i can, i swear ;w;

thanks for everyone who read this story so far, it means a lot :'D.

and this is getting long, so i'll see you later /floats away/~