(Requested by & dedicated to @sunwasrising happy birthday!!!!! ♡ sorry it’s late but better late than never right? Love youu xx)
♧ You’re the 8th member of BTS and everyone expects a couples dance for this year’s award show ♧
The song Yoongi chose was meant for the both of you. It was slow enough to be romantic while still managing to slip in and out of a fast chorus that suited both your styles. Hoseok, as always, was eating up the choreography and already making it his own while you were still just going through the motions with precision.
The best part about practicing together was that he would always become the person he was onstage, even during run-throughs. He wasn’t happy virus or sunshine Hobi while you were in his arms. He became a completely different person, trusting you to know your part enough so that he could focus on bettering his own. It was like a separate personality that you never expected to encounter in someone like Hoseok. That’s how you knew he was taking this performance seriously and it made your heart feel.. light. In a good way.
So when he takes you by the wrist for the final move and twirls you back into his arms, you look up at him. His eyes were set and focused on only you and you almost felt naked beneath his heavy gaze. This wasn’t the boy you were used to being around at the dorms. Not even close. “You always tense up here,” He slides his hand up your waist, “but trust your body.”
You step out, just as he lifts you at the waist, and spin, landing like you always have except.. much more graceful than you were used to. You look up at him with wide eyes as the music cuts off and he’s left beaming down at your successful landing. And thank god for that too, because you were beginning to miss his smile.
Both of you were left breathless, panting in the silence of the practice room that you thankfully had all to yourselves. He promised that you would only run through it one last time (and he always kept his promises) but he looked so ready to go again that it made you anxious.
Glancing up, you find Hobi doing the wave with his arms in your final position with a serious look on his face. “Who am I?”
“Stop!” You laugh and throw your empty water bottle at him from where you lay sprawled out across the floor. He was mimicking you! But that was a good sign. Definitely better than him telling you to fix things left and right. It meant you were doing things right enough for him to joke about it. “How do you still have so much energy?” You sigh, dropping lifelessly down like a starfish.
“I could go all night.” He says with a gin and flips backward with just one hand like he’d learned to do so well for his solo choreography. Your cheeks heat at the way his shirt rises to reveal his caramel abs for just a second. “Okay, maybe not all night.” He corrects himself and drops down on the floor beside you with a huff.
“Old man.” You snicker at his tired tone and close your eyes. Inappropriate thoughts swarming your mind at his words and you were so glad he couldn’t read minds.
“Yah!” He turns his head to look over at you but you were too tired to open up your eyes again, merely smiling up at his reaction through your tired haze. You were on the verge of falling asleep too, and he couldn’t keep the glare on his face with you looking like that. “You’re only a year younger than me.” He sulks like he’d been scolded. He just didn’t want to disturb you, looking as peaceful as you did in that moment.
“Your right.” You agree quietly, and it leaves your lips like a soft sigh. Hoseok liked to think he was old, but he really wasn’t. Besides, you were too tired to think of a comeback.
“Hey,” He nudges you. In response you grunt in acknowledgment, encouraging him to continue, “You did really well today.”
You exhale and the smile that lights up your face is so big, it makes your cheeks hurt.
“Is he hard on you?” Jimin’s eyes are wide and Taehyung sits beside him, already eating (although he shouldn’t be) a piece of chicken, “Has he hit you with anything yet?”
They were both recently very curious since you’d never actually worked with Hoseok before. You usually learned the dances well on your own and Jin always preferred for you or Jungkook to teach him because you (and/or Jungkook) were more patient with him than others. Particularly Hoseok. Or so he says. Except after working together recently, you weren’t sure how much of that you believed.
Seokjin comes wandering back into the kitchen and smacks Taehyung upside the head with his spatula on the way in.
“You three are supposed to be helping me in here, not eating the food.. or gossiping.”
Jimin grins as soon as Jin turns his back and points mockingly at Taehyung for getting hit till Taehyung shoves him and he accidentally knocks over a container of salt.
“I’m sorry.” Jimin turns and hangs his head low, ready for Jin to overreact. Behind him, Taehyung winks at you. He probably made him spill the salt on purpose.
“Because,” Jin waves them away with the spatula, “You’re making a mess and I don’t need your help here anyway. You’ll just gang up on Y/N and take up space.”
Jimin groans before Taehyung begins to drag him away, “Lets just go..” he mutters, realizing that Jin won’t start cooking till they leave. “Come on, I’m hungry.”
“You were the one already eating chicken.” Jimin mutters back before following him out.
Dinner smelled delicious already since Jin decided to cook the chicken early and the aroma filled the kitchen up deliciously. Chopping vegetables was always faster when there were two of you and it was great not to have to wash dishes after. The least you could do was help him when he would always cook for all of you. So you would always help Jin out when you could.
“So was he?” Jin mutters when you start to chop another vegetable.
“What?” You look up at him, confused by the sudden question.
So mama Jin wanted to gossip too? You resist the urge to grin by biting down on the inside of your cheek and nod, just to see his reaction.
“Seriously? Should I talk to him?” He looks up at you, then and points the knife accusingly toward the door, “Because if he threw something at you-”
“No, no I was just kidding..” You laugh and then look up at him, “Wait, does he usually throw things at you?”
Jin huffs like it was no big deal with a sour look on his face. “Only once.” And just like that, he drops the topic.
So he threw something at Jin-hyung and lived to tell about it? Wow. What a savage.
Hoseok had quite the reputation of being a harsh teacher apparently, according to everyone else. “Remember when Hyung made Jungkook cry!” Taehyung yells from across the table with a grin. Hoseok rolls his eyes and groans loudly as Jungkook blushes, hiding his face and reaching out for another piece of chicken. You didn’t remember that at all, actually. “When did that happen?” You ask, trying not to seem too interested.
“Noona..” Jungkook whines, practically begging for you to drop the subject. But it was too late now that you knew about it. You needed to know.
Namjoon suddenly points at him from across the table, “I remember! Yoongi Hyung was there too but I left before it happened.” He sounded a little disappointed, “I came back from the restroom and he was already crying.”
Yoongi nods with a satisfied smirk on his face, staying out of the conversation. “And boys pee fast.”
Hoseok makes a distressed face, “He was so small back then.. now he makes me cry.” He whines and you can’t help but laugh along with everyone else at the table. Then Jin suddenly slams his fork down and everyone turns to face him, surprised. Jimin even chokes a little on the chicken wrap he’d previously shoved in his mouth.
“Is that how you treat Y/N?”
Hoseok blanches at the sudden attention and you speak up in his place, “Hyung, he’s never even raised his voice at me.”
Then Jungkook looks over at you with wide eyes and everyone else follows, looking at you like you might have just said something crazy.
Yoongi puts his cup down, “He’s never lost his temper?”
“No.” You almost whisper. Why was everyone suddenly so quiet? And why were they staring?
“Aish, I don’t always loose my temper.” Hoseok finally interjects.
“It’s because she’s a girl.” Jimin grins. “And our Y/N is such a pretty girl, too.” He coos reaching over to squish your cheek. You push his hand aside and everyone goes back to casually joking around with each other, going on to tease Hoseok about his soft spot for you instead. But the thought still bothered you throughout dinner.
You knew Hoseok was only hard on the boys to make them better, and if that was the case, then why wasn’t he ever hard on you too? Did he really think you couldn’t handle it? Or were the boys just right, and it was because you were a girl? Either way, you weren’t satisfied with the answer.
You couldn’t get it off your mind.
You weren’t a hardcore feminist, but you definitely wanted to be treated equally in a house full of boys. Even if it meant being constantly bothered and teased by Jimin and Taehyung or occasionally fighting Jungkook.
So after dinner, you text Hoseok to meet you in the practice room and run off before he can protest, grabbing a coat and jogging off into the night. Yesterday was the first time he actually gave you advice and you wanted more. You wanted him to be blunt, hard on you if it came down to it, but honest.
But Hoseok was so mad that evening because everyone else was right. You were his soft spot.
You’d already stretched and started practicing when Hoseok showed up later that night, shutting the music off on his way inside. “What’s this about?” He asks, holding up his phone to show you your own message.
You nod. “I know. I want to practice again.” You take a deep breath and focus on keeping your voice level, “And I want you to be honest with me this time.”
He immediately knew you were talking about what happened earlier at the dinner table and you try to distinguish his reaction but he keeps an unreadable expression on his face. “Then start the music already.”
Something was off. His voice was cold and there was a look in his eyes that you should have noticed when he first walked in.. but you were too caught up in your own turmoil of emotions. All the traces of his usual happy self were gone. The look on his face made you even more nervous but you start the music anyway. Was your tone too rude when he got here? Too demanding? He looked angry, and Hoseok was never angry.
The music begins and instead of getting to his usual position behind you, he stands back and leans against the mirror where he could watch you best.
You shouldn’t have been so rude. It was a pretty stupid reason to be mad at him anyway. He couldn’t have possibly known that treating you better than the others would make you feel-
“Go.” He says and you realize too late that you’d missed your entrance queue.
Speeding through the beginning, you try and find your place in the song but end up even more confused.. especially without him to help you find your-
“Here.” His arms suddenly encircle your waist and he gets you back on track immediately. It was as easy as flicking a switch when he was beside you.
“Faster.” He calls and you start counting out the beats in your head- “Keep your arms stiff.” He says and hits you below your forearm to demonstrate. You flinch but ignore it, moving faster to keep up with him while he pushes and pulls you in different directions like he normally would, except-
“Now you’re too fast. Keep your pace steady.” He growls above your ear, pulling you back into his arms.
His movements were definitely rougher than usual and you feel your whole body begin to ache beneath his grip. It was almost too much to handle. “Hyung-”
“Keep going.” He insists, and so you do.
You turn away, step out to your left-
Fix your posture, reach out to the right-
“Reposition your foot.” He kicks your ankle a little too hard and you stumble. “You missed another queue.”
He wasn’t even dancing near the end and moves away so you’re left alone in your ending position without him.
“Stand up straighter. Do it again.” He commands.
The music starts up again and this time, he comes close and holds you like he normally would except it hurt. He was upset but.. if this is what you asked for..
If you had a limit, you definitely surpassed it sometime around midnight. And if you hadn’t already had the next day off, you probably would have skipped and stayed in bed all day anyway. You couldn’t even remember how late you two were out there, but you woke up feeling more sore than you’d ever been. The boys were already awake now too. You could hear them talking amongst themselves and occasionally passing your door without bothering to stop by and check in on you, luckily enough. It was unusually for then to leave you alone like this.
Last night you’d gotten back to the dorms and slept the moment your head hit the pillow, but now, even thinking about the night before gave you a headache. And heartache.
This must have been why Jungkook cried. It just felt so bad to be scolded by Hoseok.
You send Jungkook a quick text and as soon as he walks in, closing the door wordlessly behind him, tears pool and messily spill down your cheeks.
“Noona..” He locks the door and immediately rushes over, dropping beside the bed to try and comfort you. “Are you okay?”
“I’m.. okay.” You assure between shallow breaths, but you were definitly not okay. That much was obvious, considering Jungkook was on the verge of panicking.
“What happened yesterday?” He asks, keeping his voice low so that no one could hear beyond just the two of you, “I saw Hoseok Hyung leave after dinner and you weren’t in your room.”
You can’t help but smile at how concerned he was, grateful that he decided to lock the door even if it meant breaking house rules. They were pretty strict about them since there was one girl living amongst 7 guys, but you’d rather deal with getting in trouble later than risk someone walking in on you bawling your eyes out. “Why did Hoseok make you cry?” You ask through sniffles that wouldn’t stop.
A look of relief crosses his worried expression like he was hoping that maybe you were just worried about him this entire time and he tells you everything, not even embarrassed if it meant that he could make you feel better. “He told me to fix the same part over and over again during practice until he snapped. It wasn’t even a big deal but we didn’t know each other back then so it was just scary to see Hyung angry for the first time.”
That was understandable. “Did you fix it?”
Jungkook was such a little shit. And you loved it.
You sit up after waiting a particularly long time for Jungkook to return with your glass of water and contemplate on getting up to get it yourself when the door finally opens. Except Hoseok is the one to walk in instead of him, clutching a bottle of water.
You turn away, pulling the covers high over your head and swearing to never trust Jungkook again, that snitch. It was probably childish to hide, but you didn’t want to talk to him at all right now.
“Y/N,” Hoseok whispers like you might be sleeping, (even though you clearly werent) putting the bottle on the nightstand and climbing up on the bed to straddle you, dropping down and wrapping his arms around you like a desperate koala. “I’m sorry.”
“Not until you forgive me.” He mutters, pressing his face against yours above the thin covers. You blush and turn away. “You’re heavy!” You squirm to try and buck him off, but it was impossible when he was so heavy, keeping you pinned beneath him till you finally brought out the big guns.
He pulls away immediately and flops down on the bed beside you. That was better. Still, he grabs the blanket and tugs it down so he could see your face. Your hair was a wild mess and stuck to your tear stained face in certain place.
“Were you crying?” He asks, his smile disappearing. You hear the carefulness in his tone and shake your head, despite how much of a lie it was.
“Last night I messed up and I’m not leaving here until you forgive me.” He says and suddenly pulls you toward himself, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry.” You stiffen at the contact, completely speechless, hoping he couldn’t hear your heart beating from where he lay. Hoseok was usually one for skinship, but this was different. “I never told you anything because you were already good without me.” He sighs, his warm breath tickling the base of your neck.
You exhale and a fresh wave of tears slams into you like a ton of bricks. He was so obviously out of it that night and you couldn’t hold it against him. You were the one who forced him into practicing afterall. A choked up sob escapes your parted lips and he holds you closer, allowing you to sob in the warm comfort of his arms. “Forgive me.” He mutters, pressing a kiss to your temple. But he’d already been forgiven.
All day Hoseok stayed with you. Till the sun set, till your eyes were dry from crying too much and Jungkook finally came back in to announce dinner.
“I forgive you.” You say to assure Hoseok as he reluctantly stood up to leave. He’d fallen asleep and his eyes were glancing down at you in a drowsy haze. With one last tired smile, he left.
If you could stay in bed literally all day, you would have, but your apatite said otherwise. As soon as you sat down you were shoving as much food in your mouth as physically possibly, not even acknowledging the people around you. Except when Taehyung tried to take something off your plate and you almost stabbed him with a chopstick.
The others kept their mouths shut, but you kept catching Namjoon’s worried glances. It was probably best to just ignore them.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t help with dinner today.”
Jin smiles, knowing that something was wrong by maybe just a mother’s instinct or the rumors floating around, before shaking his head. “It’s okay, Jimin helped out today instead.” You look over and Jimin shoots you two encouraging thumbs up. “Let’s hope he doesn’t help again tomorrow.”
You can’t help but laugh a little. Suddenly everything’s back to normal. The weight lifts off your shoulders and even Hoseok looks a little brighter after Jimin's roast.
The door creaks open later that night, startling you out of your sleep as Hoseok’s figure pushes past the door for the second time today. What time was it? You sit up but the glowing clock on your bedside was nowhere to be found. “What are you doing?”
He doesn’t answer, taking deliberate steps toward your bed till he stood just close enough to tower over you.
He leans over, inching closer to you on the bed, so close that you could finally see him as your eyes adjusted. His nose was practically brushing up against yours with how close you were. It was like when he came in earlier except.. his eyes fall to your lips and you can’t help it when your heart begins to race in anticipation.
This was nothing like before. You wanted him to kiss you and the realization makes you shiver.
“Hoseok..” His skin never looked so smooth.. so soft.. and suddenly he’s leaning in closer, and closer, till his lips are just millimetres away.
So you close your eyes, unable to resist, and kiss him back.
“Y/N, WE HAVE A PHOTOSHOOT IN 20 MINUTES!”
You spring up at the booming voice down the hall and frantically shove the blankets off you in a hurry.
Photoshoot in 20 minutes?
You sit there for a second, momentarily confused.
Man, your head hurt already.
Looking at Hoseok proved to be impossible after the dream you had last night, but luckily there wasn’t much looking at anybody involved in a photoshoot. You could stare off into space and people would just think it was part of your photogenic charm. Unfortunately, you were still required to practice with him afterward. It couldn’t be avoided if you wanted to perform well together next week.
You try to convince Jimin into staying longer but he was just sitting by the mirror taking selfies anyway.
Hoseok calls your name over his shoulder once the room is cleared out, leaving just the two of you in the very empty practice room.
“I’m sorry again.” He mutters, unable to meet your eyes.
You expect him to go back to his usual self after yesterday but he starts up the music and gets in his performance position behind you instead, his expression hardening. God, looked even more handsome up close, but you try not to think about it.
Somewhere between the choreography and the counting and concentration, you let yourself be present in the moment and realize how close you two actually were. It was intimate, and raw, and Hoseok was so focused on his movements that you wondered if he even noticed it.
The dream was making you feel this way, you try and convince yourself, but you wished it wasn’t just a faked intimacy in his dancing. The song ends way too soon.
“Yah!” He grins when the music cuts off, but doesn’t realize how heated your cheeks were or how you were still standing so close together. Maybe he just thought you were winded, but you were most definitely blushing. “That was great.”
“Yeah.” Pushing your sleeves back, you reach up to further tighten your ponytail and his whole body goes rigid beside you. “What?” You turn to face him.
He’s staring up at your wrists, “Is that-”
Oh. Realizing his intentions to reach for your hand you draw back like he’d burned you and hide them both behind your back. Too late.
“Did I-” He looks up at you, eyes wide, “Did I do that?”
You let his question linger and try not to look too defensive, grateful that he couldn’t see the worst of the bruises on your waist from where he’d held you too tightly that night.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Obviously because then he would feel awful about it. It was just a little bruising anyway. It would go away. “It’s fine.” You mutter, but his expression remains tense. You should have kept it hidden, but for just a moment there, you forgot.
This would eat him up inside, and by the look on his face, you could tell it already was.
He left right after the incident and you let him storm out of the practice room, clearly angry with himself. And after an uneventful hour of attempting to practice by yourself, you head back to the dorms too. There was no use in trying when your body felt like lead and your mind was still picturing Hobi’s broken expression.
It must have been your fault that he was so stressed lately.
In the morning Namjoon calls a family meeting and you drag yourself out of bed, dropping yourself beside Taehyung on the couch.
“Where’s Hoseok?” You ask, glancing around the room for him.
Namjoon clears his throat. “Hoseok went home.”
A few of the members start whispering amongst eachother but you feel your entire body go rigid, your head beginning to hurt from trying to process the information. “Why?” You look over at Namjoon, desperate for answers.
“I promised him I wouldn’t say.”
You look away. It had to be your fault.
Running a hand over his tired eyes, Namjoon continues, “So, since the award show is in a few days-”
“I need to find a new partner.” You mutter before he can even say it.
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