To the anon that requested this. Bruh, this was hard to write because I kept getting blocked. I’m sorry it took so long. I don’t even know if you’re still following me. If so, thanks a million!
Choreographer!Hoseok x Female!Reader
It was a very stressful day. Everyone knew that in two weeks, this show would open and people would come in through those doors. It was stressful because there were still two numbers that had not yet been choreographed. Adding onto that, those were both the huge ensemble dances . So many people had life get in the way, and new people came in to replace them.
Today was the worst. The lead had dropped out, and you were her understudy since an hour ago. She was apparently offended to have an understudy, so she dropped out. You were now the lead. Your first reaction was “oh fuck”
This was your first time ever being a part of community theatre, so all you could do was your best. The person playing Curly was named Taehyung, and he was nice. Ado Annie was a cutie named Sana, and Will was this boy Jungkook. Director Namjoon made sure you were ok before continuing with the show. It was a run from the top to get you acquainted with everything.
Script in hand, you read lines and tried to do your most country of accents. When it was time for music, you sang and hummed along as best you could. The cast seemed to be more relaxed by the time intermission came along. You didn’t have the 10 minute break to yourself. You had to meet a redheaded man named Hoseok.
“Call me Hobi.” He said as he reached his hand out towards you.
You shook it and introduced yourself as Miss Williams. He laughed and said that he would become very close with you in the upcoming weeks since you had to catch up to where the others were when it came to dances.
You nodded, “Yeah, I know. Lookin’ forward to it.”
The next day, you and Hobi stayed late after practice since it was a Friday and you didn’t work on many scenes today. It was mostly the comedic character scenes today, so you worked on homework. Only every other light was one to save power. It was the ballet scene, and you weren’t that light on your feet.
Hobi did his best to guide you to do just enough of the basic steps without a bar in sight. Instead, you had you hold his arm. This Ballet scene would have partner work, but your partner was currently sick. He’d get better in time, though. He promised.
You gripped Hoseok’s arm as you got onto your tip toes several times and squatted down as instructed. It was not natural for you, so you fell one time while standing up and screamed! You thought you were gonna fall off the edge of the stage.
Instead, you were nestled in a pair of arms, and a supportive voice entered your ear, “I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”
Looking up, you saw Hoseok smiling at you. Instinctively, you jumped back. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.”
“You’re not a prima ballerina, so what? I’m going to train you so that you can at least act like one for a couple of minutes.”
“I can’t, Hobi. I’m gonna fall flat on my face and then get trampled on by pale slippers”
He laughed, “It’s my job to make sure that doesn’t happen. Do you want to work on something else?”
You nodded, deciding it would be better for the both of you to work on some other scene instead of being constatly frustrated in yourself at this. You said that hadn’t gotten to work on “People Will Say We’re in Love” the reprise version, and your Curly was supposed to held you off of a bench and spin you.
“Ok, we’ll practice the catch and find out what’s comfortable for you. Then whenever Curly comes tomorrow, we can work on it with him.”
You both got up on the bench and Hobi asked where to start from.
“It’s Curly, saying ‘Who keers what happens now?’ and then I say ‘just keep your hand in mine’ while he steps down. Then he’s supposed to grab my hand and I jump into his other arm.”
“That’s dumb and unsafe.” Hoseok cut you off. “I’m sorry for interrupting, but that’s not a good idea. Who said it was?”
You raised your brows, “Our director.”
He nodded, “Alright. So I’m gonna change this a bit. We’re gonna be on the bench, and I scream ‘LAURIE WILLIAMS IS MY GIRL!”
“Hush, they’re gonna hear you all the way to Kantoozie”
“Ah, let ‘em!” Then he steps down and lifts you up into a princess hold. “Who keers what happens now.” Hobi then sets you down.
“Just keeeep your hand in mine~ Your hand feels so grand in mine.”
And you sung together as the script called, and he swung you around like those cheesy movies where falling down in a field together just HAD to happen. It was different, though. He wasn’t a fantastic singer, but he really tried. Hobi’s voice was just so unique and then you kissed him. Or he kissed you.
You don’t remember, but you do remember gathering your things after running of stage and telling him you’d see him next practice. Wow, you just kissed your choreographer.
