“Hello Princess…”
The words felt hollow, echoing in the sterile silence of the hallway.
“Hello Princess…”
Yoongi stared out the tinted window of the van, the Seoul cityscape blurring into a grey smear. Why the hell were they here? Why *was* he here?
“Joon!”
“Huh?” Namjoon glanced over, already bracing for a rant.
“What are we here for? Seriously? A dance recital? You have got to be kidding me.” Yoongi’s voice was laced with frustration.
“Hyung, it’s not a dance recital, it’s a showcase,” Namjoon corrected, his tone even. “And don’t be so loud. I swear, if Jin hyung hears you complaining, I’m not backing you up this time. You’re on your own.”
“Why is Jin making such a big deal about this… it’s just a girl.” The question hung in the air, dripping with cynicism.
“Really? ‘Just a girl’? She’s his sister. You know how important she is to him. He told me she hasn’t been back in Korea in over seven years, plus you can totally tell how much he misses her.” Namjoon’s gaze softened, understanding the weight of Jin’s emotions.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever… I still don’t want to fucking be here. It’s going to be a wasted day and we have shit to do.” Yoongi crossed his arms, stubbornly refusing to concede.
“What’s gotten into you, Hyung? You’ve been extra grouchy lately. We have enough time for this, for Jin.” Namjoon’s concern was palpable.
Yoongi rolled his eyes. He knew Namjoon was right. He *had* been irritable, snapping at the others, withdrawing into himself. Being the leader, Namjoon understood the pressure, the relentless demands of their schedule. But Yoongi felt… frayed.
“I just rolled my eyes.” He mumbled. “He was right though. I had been extra irritable lately. Out of anyone though he should understand, being the leader. There is so much work to be done, and we are here. We have a new album coming out and that along with the new choreography takes up almost every hour of every day. On top of that, I have a song I’m writing for Jimin. I want it on the new album but if I don't finish it then it cant be added.”
The past few months had been a relentless grind. Every waking hour consumed by music, choreography, rehearsals. He loved the work, the creation, but the constant pressure was suffocating. He hadn’t felt truly *free* in months.
And then there was the frustration. Ever since the whispers about him and Seulgi had started, they’d agreed to cool things off. It hadn’t been love, not even dating, just a necessary release. But his last release had been months ago, and now the mounting tension was a gnawing ache. Jimin called it *sangry* – hangry, but for sex. The younger member’s bluntness was irritatingly accurate. He was a man, and the hollow ache of deprivation was driving him to the edge. He needed to cool off.
They pulled up to a nondescript brick building, older than most of Seoul’s gleaming skyscrapers. As they walked inside, the sheer number of people was startling. For a ‘dance recital’? Jin's sister must be a celebrity.
Shit. Jin was looking at him. He could feel the heat of his gaze, the expectation.
“Get that damn scowl off your face. I won’t have your attitude. NOT TODAY.” Jin’s voice was low, a warning.
“I’m not scowling. I…” Yoongi started to protest, but Jin cut him off.
“Stop! No… I’m serious, Yoongi. This will be the first time my little sister is back home in over seven years and you will NOT ruin it by being grumpy pants. Screw a fake smile on your face and keep it there for at least the next several hours or so help me…”
Yoongi sighed, forcing a gummy smile. “ALRIGHT ALRIGHT yeeesh… I got it hyung!”
Jin’s answering smile was genuine, radiating warmth. “Ecstatic… now I’m going to go find her.”
*For fucks sake.*
“Please don’t piss eomma off today Yoongi hyung… today is supposed to be fun! We finally get to meet his little sister!” Taehyung burst into a box smile, clapping enthusiastically.
“Jin hyung doesn’t have a sister… so who is it he’s talking about?”
“You don’t remember?” Jimin asked, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “She was Jin’s foreign exchange student from the States. She lived with him and his family for almost two years! They kept in contact over the years and he even visited her when we were in Chicago on tour last year. Remember the two days he took off and the eight body guards PD-Nim had him take? He was visiting her at her studio.”
“Studio?”
“Yeah, she’s a choreographer in the states and has her own studio building with other instructors. That’s why Big Hit wants to see what she’s got.”
“That’s boring…” Yoongi grumbled, but even he felt a flicker of curiosity.
They continued walking, ushered towards the front row of a vast auditorium. The seats were plush, comfortable, promising a welcome respite. *Oh god, I can sleep through this whole thing.*
Damnit. He was leaving.
“Hyung, where are you going?” Jungkook’s voice startled him.
“I’m going to get a drink…”
“Oh, get me a water will ya?”
“No.”
Yoongi slipped away, slipping past Namjoon and Hoseok. He snuck past Joon and Hoseok while they were talking to a few people…man are they sociable. He didn't want them to see him leave. As he made his way towards the exit, he heard a voice echoing from another hallway. He paused. He could still leave. Jin wouldn't kill him...slowly. The show didn't start for another hour.
*Hmm...what the hell, I’ll follow the voice.*
He turned down a dark hallway lined with doors. The air was thick with anticipation. As he approached the source of the sound, he heard a woman’s voice. She was a dancer for Jin’s sister. She was wearing a pitch black leotard, with lace thigh high stockings, and her dark chocolate brown hair was softly curled down to the middle of her back. She had a little bit of make up on; just enough to make her bright icy blue eyes pop beautifully. She was shaking as she was pacing back and forth looking at the ground. He could hear her giving herself a pep talk. Eventually she stopped pacing, faced he wall away from him placing her hands against it leaning to balance herself…damn she had a nice ass.
She spoke again…
“You can do this… why are you so nervous? You’ve never been this nervous, get your shit together for fucks sake… deep breaths…”
She took several deep breaths while looking down at the ground still leaned against the wall with her hands. Her body…she wasn’t skinny, she had meat, but it looked delicious. She needed to relax…he knew how to relax her. He started walking towards her being as quiet as he could. He didn’t want her to know he was there yet. She continued taking deep breaths as he reached the space directly behind her. He could smell her and again it was delicious. His mouth was watering. She started to slow her breathing and stood up straight. As she turned around and saw him, her eyes went wide. He pushed her up against the wall, his knee holding the lower part of her hips. He then put his arm across her chest and his other hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t make noise or move. He leaned and held her there looking her straight in the eye. Those shockingly beautiful icy blue eyes… they seemed to change a darker shade of blue as she stared back at him. She was in such shock she didn’t even try to move. She started breathing hard through her nose with her eyes still looking into mine. He couldn’t hold back his smile.
“Hello princess…”