You and your best friend Yoongi had been practicing for hours, fine-tuning every detail of your collaboration, but exhaustion finally forced you both to take a break in the empty dance studio. He grabbed his water bottle, taking a few slow sips before setting it down beside him. Without thinking, you reached for it, too thirsty to care, and took a quick drink.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, watching you with an unreadable expression. “Didn’t know we were that close,” he muttered, a hint of amusement lacing his tone.

Realization hit you a second too late, your lips tingling from where they had just touched the same spot as his. He only smirked, leaning back on his hands. “Guess I don’t mind.”