summary: When asked what you wanted to do with your life when you were seven years old, you told your teacher you wanted to be a rocket scientist. More specifically, that you wanted to dance on the moon. Little did you know, years down the line, how far from that your reality would be. Far from dancing among the stars, you find yourself struggling after losing the love of your life to someone else, working two jobs just to get by, and trying to take care of the one good thing that came out of your fractured relationship – your little girl.
What you don’t realize, and often hate to admit, is that everyone needs a little help sometimes. That everyone needs someone to help take care of them sometimes. That it’s not just children that need that help.
So, no, you may not dance among the stars, but maybe with a little help from your new neighbor Hoseok, you can remember what it feels like to dance in the light of the sun.
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The moment your coworker shows up the next morning for her early morning shift, you’re out the door in a flash, snatching a coffee and a pack of crackers you’d already paid for on your way out. It takes an egregious amount of time to get back home via public transportation and you find yourself bouncing your leg as you sit with your head back against the wall on the subway. Although less crowded than the evening, the commuter train is still filled with people, most heading into work with their noses already buried in their computers or phones.
The one good thing you enjoy about the subway in Seoul is the silence. No one bothers anyone, no one talks loudly on their phones, and everyone minds their own business. The only problem with it is that it makes it incredibly easy for you to nod off after such a long night. You fight your fluttering lashes all through the commute, then stumble lazily to your feet when you reach your stop, only to walk a few blocks to wait for the bus.
It’s early January and the weather is cold, frigid in the early morning in a way that makes you shiver, and you tug your jacket just a bit tighter around you as you wait for your bus. The frosty wind works to wake you up just a little as you nibble at your crackers, wishing you still had your cup of coffee you’d disposed of prior to entering the subway.
You wonder if Binna is awake yet, taking a quick glance at your phone to check on the time. You’ve still got roughly thirty minutes until she needs to leave for school, which is pushing it with the short bus ride and walk still ahead of you, but you think you’ll make it.
As long as the bus isn’t late.
Which it is…because of course.
It has you on edge and a little cranky on the ride and walk home, but as soon as you breeze in through your front door, you try to force a smile. Binna doesn’t need to see your stress.
“Binna?” you call, toeing off your boots and quickly making your way into your apartment. You shrug out of your jacket and unwind your scarf, taking a deep breath before facing Mrs. Jeong.
The older woman frowns at you.
“What did you do, run here?” she questions, tsking at you as she presses a cup of tea into your open palms once you set down your coat. “Here, have some tea, it’ll make you look more alive maybe. You know I could have brought her to school.”
You smile in thanks and take a slow sip, relishing in the warmth. “I know, but you know how much I like to be here.”
Mrs. Jeong smiles sympathetically and nods, squeezing your arm. “Yes, I know.” She glances around, reaching for the knitting she’d done to keep herself busy the night before, then glances around again. “Hm. You will be okay if I go? Are you sure you don’t want me to take her to school?”
You shoot for a reassuring smile, but don’t think you quite manage it by the way she purses her lips at you. You sigh. “I may be running on fumes at the moment, but I’ll be okay. I’ll get her to school.”
She gives you a stern look and nods. “Okay, but get some sleep after you do, hmm? You need to rest.”
Your smile is strained as you nod, not bothering to mention you have an early shift at the restaurant this morning. “Yes, okay.”
You motion her toward the door, a little exasperated to be chastised, but thankful for the sweet, older woman nevertheless. She’s another neighbor you don’t know what you’d do without.
She eyes you closely once she’s traded her guest slippers for shoes and has draped her cardigan over her arm. “You will be okay?”
You purse your lips to force back a sigh and instead laugh. “Yes, halmoni! I’ll be fine!”
“Ah,” she waves her hand at you, finally going for the door. “Okay, okay, yes. I know. You’re fine. You’re always fine.”
You smile, bow, and thank her as she leaves, but the moment the door closes, you’re setting the cup of tea down on the sideboard and tearing through the apartment. You rush into your room, tugging off items of clothing as you go before scrambling through your clothes for a new outfit, sliding into a pair of black pants and a white top. You glance at yourself in the mirror with a frown, dabbing a few drops of concealer beneath your eyes before forcing a smile.
You nearly shudder.
You look exhausted. You feel exhausted, but you push through it.
Just another…you glance at your phone and nearly whimper, body feeling suddenly heavy with its need for sleep. You just have to last the six hours Binna is in school. That’s all. Then you can go pick her up, come home, and maybe squeeze in a nap while she does her homework.
Or maybe you could nap with her before she does her homework.
Gosh, you could really use a nap right now.
Pushing the thought away, you gather your hair into a tight ponytail and brush your hands over your second uniform of the day. You never really saw your life being like this when you were younger. When you were Binna’s age…
Your eyes widen when the time finally sinks in. “Binna!”
You rush out of your room, slipping and sliding in your socks on your way to her bedroom. She looks up at you as you enter, blinking with slight confusion, then smiles her signature bright smile.
“Eomma!” she cheers, running into your arms.
You groan as you scoop her up, snuggling her and peppering her face with kisses. Happiness blooms in your chest at the sound of her giggles and you relax, some of the exhaustion ebbing away in the wake of her arms wrapping around your neck. “Good morning, lovey! Did you enjoy your time with TaeTae and Mrs. Jeong?”
She offers a very enthusiastic “yeah!” and launches into all the fun things the two of them got up to – including, but not limited to knitting and painting and telling fun stories.
You chuckle at her excitement, picking up her school bag and carrying her out into the living room as you listen. You cherish these moments. You love hearing all about her day and all the fun she has with the friends the two of you have made in the building. You just wish, for once, you could be here to both put her to bed and wake her up in the morning. That hasn’t been the case in the two years since your split with Yohan.
The fact makes your heart ache.
“That sounds like a lot of fun,” you comment, setting her down by the door and helping her into her shoes. You glance at her bag. “Did you get all of your homework done?”
She pouts, but nods. “Yes, Eomma. TaeTae said you said I couldn’t paint until I finished.”
You smirk at the lie. You’d said no such thing, but you’re glad Taehyung stuck to his guns anyway. For all the childlike antics he pulls, he knows when to put his foot down with Binna. It’s something you’re grateful for, especially with how often you’re not around to do it yourself.
“Eomma?” she questions quietly, immediately pulling at your heartstrings and catching your full attention.
“Yes, baby?”
She shuffles her feet and wrings her hands together, glancing to the side. “Can I wear my hat at school?”
You eye the beanie sitting snugly on her head and frown, reaching to straighten out the uniform that sits a little crookedly on her small frame. “I wish you could, but you know it’s against the dress code.”
She pouts and nods, not meeting your eyes, and it breaks your heart to see her like this. You’d give her the entire world if you could. Hell, you'd storm through the school, demanding your daughter to be able to wear her hat in school if you thought it would help.
But it wouldn’t. If anything, it would only make matters worse.
You reach for her hand, playing carefully with her fingers. “Are the other kids giving you a hard time again?”
Her upper lip wavers, and you briefly see the flicker of sadness in her downcast eyes, before she shakes her head. You see, right before your eyes, the way her expression shutters. The way she pushes the pain away, tucking it neatly into a box within her chest, and her lips press into a thin line.
Your brave girl. Your silly girl who shouldn’t have to put on such a brave face, but does anyway.
You feel a twinge in your chest.
“No, it’s okay,” she mutters, still avoiding your gaze. She plays with your hands, twisting a few of the rings on your fingers, and sighs. “I just wish I could, that’s all.”
You smile sadly and kiss her forehead. “I know, sweetie, I wish you could too.”
She nods and steps away from you, the moment falling away as she slips on her winter coat and pulls her backpack onto her shoulders. “Come on, Eomma. We’re going to be late.”
She’s brave and a little too mature sometimes, you think.
“Hey, keeping track of time is supposed to be my job,” you joke, reaching for your purse and jacket.
She shoots you a look over her shoulder. “If it was your job, we’d really be late all the time.”
Your mouth falls open in mock offense and you rush forward, tickling beneath her chin. She squeaks and giggles her way out the door and, for the moment, the two of you forget about the rest of the world. For the moment, it’s just the two of you, hand-in-hand, as you make your way out into the morning sun.
~*~*~
You end up being late for your shift at the restaurant and you wince as you walk through the door, the little bell tinkling overhead to announce your arrival. Your boss, and the restaurant's head chef, Seokjin peeks his head around the corner as you come in and the look on his face makes you pause. “What?”
“You’re late,” he sighs, eyes flickering over your face as he purses his lips in thought. “Did you even eat breakfast this morning?”
You pout. “I had crackers and coffee.”
“Pah!” he scoffs and puts a hand on his hip, waving a set of chopsticks at you. “Not good enough! I can’t have you passing out on me!” He points to the kitchen with a stern look. “Go eat. Someone else will get things ready this morning.”
You smile in slight relief as your stomach rumbles suddenly, squeezing by him to enter the kitchen and muttering a “thank you, Seokjin-nim” under your breath.
He makes a noise in the back of his throat, acknowledging that he heard you, and you can tell he’s trying to hide a smile behind that stern gaze of his. He waves you away. “Go, go!”
Truthfully, you think you’ve been quite lucky with the people that have entered your life over the past couple of years. Although you were turned away by quite a few employers – all of the corporate ones you’d applied for – Seokjin had taken one look at you and hired you on the spot. You’d even warned him about having a child that would probably need you sometimes, but he’d shrugged it off like it didn’t matter, like you weren’t any trouble just because you were a single woman with a child.
You’d liked him instantly.
And the fact that he feeds you sometimes…well, it’s a great bonus.
You settle into the small breakroom located behind the kitchen, where Seokjin sets food in front of you. Your mouth waters, the mere smell of it making your tummy grumble painfully loud. You sigh and offer him a thankful smile, which he ignores as he heads back into the kitchen to pre-make some of the dishes for the day.
The majority of what people order is cooked as it’s ordered, but most of the sides are prepared earlier in the day and placed in metal containers for whoever’s cooking that day to easily plate. You can already smell some of them frying — tuna pancakes, fried zucchini, stir-fried potatoes.
It makes your mouth water and you quickly dig into your breakfast of spicy tuna, white rice, and kimchi stew. When Seokjin sets a fresh cup of coffee in front of you, you let out a happy sigh and he can’t hide his fond smile this time as he tilts his head at you.
“Did you work another overnight?” he questions lightly, wiping his hands on a towel he’s tucked into the front pocket of his apron. He doesn’t look at you, even feigns looking at a splotch on his apron from where he spilled gochujang on it.
Your chewing slows and you swallow your food down with a careful sip of your coffee. “I’m awake.”
His gaze shoots up to you and he furrows his brows. “That’s not what I asked!”
You give a little shrug and he huffs, muttering something under his breath you don’t even bother to try to understand.
“You work too hard,” he finally says loud enough for you to hear.
You freeze, a little afraid he’s going to send you home. You’re not quite a zombie on your feet yet, but…you’re sure you’ll get there by the end of your shift.
He crosses his arms, clearly deep in thought about what to do with you. Eventually, he throws his hands up in the air. “Wait on customers for the first two hours then take your lunch break early, we have enough coverage for you to take an hour today. Nap in my office if you have to.”
You open and close your mouth a couple of times, but keep it closed at his stern frown. The moment it melts away into a smile, you let out a breath and relax. You push the rice around in its bowl. “I really thought you were mad at me.”
“I am mad at you!” he insists with a faint laugh. “Don’t let this handsome grin fool you! You don’t take care of yourself and it’s going to catch up to you! Take a nap later, I mean it!”
You smirk behind the rim of your coffee cup. “I didn’t think you cared that much, Seokjin-nim.”
He rolls his eyes. “What kind of boss would I be if I pushed my employees to the point of passing out, huh?” He waves you off and turns back toward the kitchen. “Stop slacking and eat your breakfast so you can get to work.”
You snort. “You’re the one who talked to me first.”
He lets out a begrudging sigh. “And I immediately regret that decision.”
You laugh and tuck back into your stew, shaking your head at him. He can claim he doesn’t care all he wants, but you know better. You’re not so sure you’ve met a boss with a bigger heart. Certainly not one that went so far out of his way for each of his employees.
Maybe some would have judged him for it. Some would say it’s not a smart business move, to treat his employees so much like family that they could take advantage of it. But not a single one of them do because they appreciate it just as much as you do.
Your job as a waitress may not seem like much, may not seem glamorous or worth it, but you enjoy it.
Because Seokjin has made it feel like your second home.
Author description: a yoonseok/sope soulmate!au where every day, you receive a text with a random sentence your soulmate has said out loud that day. it’s all fun and games until hobi gets a message that reads “ugh i fucking hate that jung hoseok guy’s guts”.
Group: BTS
Main ship: Sope
Other ships: Namkook, Taejinmin
Chapters: 378 (Complete)
⏤𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; You’ve decided to try dancing class, but the one who teaches you how to dance actually hates you.
⏤𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 6.3k
⏤𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: strong language, mentions of eating disorder
⏤𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06
𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌⏤𝒌𝒐-𝒇𝒊
“Fuck, I never really had a thing for dancers but seeing him... Gosh, I think I’m in love, he’s–“ you don’t hear the rest of the girl’s sentence as she walks away with grin plastered on her face, her sport bag thrown over her shoulder as she happily talks with someone on the phone, which you assume is her friend. There’s no doubt that she’s talking about one and only Jung Hoseok and you can’t help, but roll your eyes at it.
Yeah, he’s hot but his attitude is repelling. You’ve spent the last few days without seeing him, thinking about what Namjoon told you. The fact that he made sure you’re safe and taken care of while being drunk, didn’t set with you well. You actually felt the need to talk to him about it and thank him for that, but you promised Joon you wouldn’t. He told you that Hoseok doesn’t want you to know, for some weird reason. Namjoon even hoped that you would see Hoseok in a different light after knowing this, but there was a set of curses following when you got a message from Hoseok himself, telling you to come sooner. You talked on the phone with Namjoon at that time when you got the message, his sigh of disapproval sounded from the phone.
‘Just be nice for fucks sake.’ he told you when you hang up the phone with frowned face.
You walk up to the door, where on the other side is Hoseok, waiting for you. You eye the door for a moment but quickly roll your eyes. Why does it take you so long to open the freaking door? Snapping the door open, you’re immediately slapped with the smell of something good — food. Your stomach scrunch and you automatically go down to reach it and give it a small pat before you locate the source of the good smell. And there it is. Hoseok sits down with crossed legs on the floor, a plastic containers in front of him, as he patiently taps his knee. Once he hears you there, his eyes snap to yours and he straightens up.
“You said I should come sooner?” you ask unsurely, dropping your sport bag next to his, and not in your usual spot, which is on the other side of the practice room. And there you see it. The fried chicken with rice and kimchi beside it causes your mouth to salivate. Gulping, you look at Hoseok instead. The only food you ate today was a cereal with milk, which is definitely not enough to fill your stomach, you know that. But you need to go on a diet.
“I did,” he nods, motioning for you to sit. You do, eyeing him carefully as he starts to open the last box, revealing another container with rice. “Let’s eat.” He says, pulling out chopsticks from plastic bag.
“What?”
You don’t get it. Aren’t you going to dance?
“Let’s eat.” he repeats again casually, already handing you your chopsticks. Hesitantly, you take it because you’ve the feeling you kind of have to. He seems to be satisfied by your reaction, but you still sit in front of him dumbfounded.
“Aren’t we suppose to practice?” you ask him, watching him stuffing his mouth with fried chicken.
“We will, after we ate.” he answers with full mouth and chews on it. Is he serious right now? What’s going on? He continues eating for a few seconds, before he notices your frozen state. You’re holding chopsticks still in its plastic bag, your eyes focused on the food before you. Your stomach hurts, because fuck, you’re hungry. You really are. But your mother’s constant nagging and voice fills your mind and your stop yourself, before you can taste delicious food.
“I’m not hungry.” you mumble with a gulp followed right after, before you toss the chopsticks on the floor.
You don’t see Hoseok’s eyes frowning at you, staring at you as he swallows the food and exhales a big sigh. “You’re so skinny.” he almost barks when he feels the anger inside of him. Is she fucking dumb? he thinks when he glares at you.
“What?” You’re shocked by his reaction, noticing the way he glares at you and locks his jaw.
“You’re too skinny, you should eat.”
The first thing what washes over you is surprise, but the next thing you do is let out a loud snort, not even caring how unattractive that just was. Hoseok looks at you with slightly doe eyes, not getting what just amused you.
“Yeah, right,” you chuckle again, looking away from his curious eyes. But he doesn’t budge and you’re kind of forced to gaze up to be met with his burning eyes. He lifts his one brow, not hidden by his usual bangs. “Is this skinny for you?” you ask him, pinching your stomach fat with your fingers underneath your loose shirt.
You’re so fucking self-conscious right now, even though you’re showing him your fat through your shirt, but the simple fact that you’re even showing him this, is making you uncomfortable. But you’re not letting it show on your solid face, showing nothing else than flatness on your face. You don’t know what’s racing through Hoseok mind, because he hides it perfectly under his nonchalant features.
He sighs, taking a bite from his chicken. “Just eat.” He grumbles with full mouth and you frown, simply sitting there while watching him chewing the soft flesh.
When you don’t eat as he requested he looks up, small crumble in the corner of his lips cutely sitting there, as he frowns. “I’m not hungry.” you lie straight through your teeth, avoiding the big take-out he ordered. It smells freaking delicious and looks probably even better, but you can’t look at it. You’d salivate right after.
“Am I complete fucking idiot for you?” His loud voice booms through the empty practice room, making his voice echoing slightly causing you to flinch. You definitely wasn’t expecting this reaction and definitely not the venom in his voice.
“Yes.” you answer before you can stop yourself, regretting it right after his voice darken. You just couldn't help it. Despite your doe eyes and puppy like expression you still manage to be savage, making Hoseok even more irritated with you.
He harshly wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at you with so much hatred that you start to feel intimidated. Not scared that he would do something to you, but scared of what his next reaction will be. Hoseok can be very harsh with his words, you learned it from the beginning but you're no saint in this. You’re both so irritated with each other, but you’re both still here – in the same room, while he is still your instructor.
“You irritate me so fucking much, I don’t know whether I hate you or fucking despise you.” he spits out, his words digging harshly into your chest.
“Yeah, same.” you spit back, not letting the hurt on your face being shown.
“You’re fucking unbelievable,” he scoffs, his face twisting in disgust and hate. “I’m actually trying to be nice and you’re just being an ungrateful bitch.”
His words cut deep but and you bite the inside of your cheek not to let his words sink in, so your eyes wouldn’t water. You’re awful, you know that. You’re not stupid, at least not stupid enough to notice his concern on the dinner you had with Namjoon and his friends. He heard your mother, he heard how she treats you about your body image, your weight. He even stood up for you in front of her, despite of her intimidating aura – or it’s just you who thinks she’s actually intimidating. He made sure you got home safe while you were pissed drunk, called his friend to take care of her. He did so many nice things to you, but he never told you. He never openly talked about it with you, but it doesn’t change the fact he¨s done all this for you. And you feel ungrateful, just like he called you. But why is he still being an asshole about it? Why can’t you both seem to get along together?
“I never asked you for anything!” you suddenly snap at him, raising your own voice this time. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you let out shaky breath to calm down yourself. “You’re suppose to be my instructor, Hoseok. You’re not supposed to be meddling with my life or eating habits. I’m fine!” you end up screaming loudly, causing his own eyes widen for a split second but the fire in them is back right away.
“You’re not!” he screams and you flinch, completely thrown by it. He was never this loud with you. “You’re not fucking fine! You’re starving yourself because of your mother! I’m your instructor, but I am also a human being who cares about his students, clients, call it whatever! You’re not fine!”
You’re not fine. He repeats it so many times that you can feel the tears threatening to fall from your eyes.
“I–I’m fine!” you try to scream back, but it comes with shaky voice instead and you can’t hold it anymore. Your vision gets blurry and the last thing you see it Hoseok’s softening features and the look of pity he gives you, causing you to abruptly stand up and escape from this freaking humiliating situation.
But Hoseok has other plans. He doesn't let go you so easily. Not when he knows this might be the last time he sees you and you end up hiding in your home, telling him you’re quitting with your dance lessons. Yes, he’s irritated with you, probably the most he’s ever been with someone in his entire life. But the kindness in his heart wouldn’t allow him to.
You’re stooped and twisted right away, bumping into his chest as you quickly wipe your eyes with your free hand, the one which isn't grabbed by Hoseok’s long fingers.
“Y/N,” he calls out your name so softly, that it almost has calming effect on you. Your eyes set on his surprisingly clean Adidas trainers. “Look at me.” he says, nudging your chin with his free hand. You slightly roll your eyes, but you listen to him to your own and Hoseok’s surprise.
“It’s okay to admit that you’re not fine,” he says, not letting you go. He knows the second he lets you go, you will took off.
“What are you? A therapist?” you scoff, not letting his soft behaviour to affect you. At least not visibly.
“Stop being so rude, I’m trying to be nice.” It doesn’t come bitter from him, making you feel like the biggest asshole when you see and hear nothing than plea.
But that’s it. It would be easier for you to leave if he was just an asshole to you. You feel uncomfortable and embarrassed by your previous behaviour. He has seen a different side of you, a different side no one has ever seen. And you hate the fact it’s Hoseok.
“What do you want me to say? I’m not fine, okay? I-I’ve my own insecurities, mainly caused by my mother. Is that what you want to hear? I’m pathetic.” Despite of the lump in your throat, your voice remain strong.
“You’re not pathetic,” he says softly, his thumb caressing your skin slightly, but he still holds you tightly in his grasp. And surprisingly, you’re not pulling away. You stand there, looking into his brown eyes as they stare at you with pity and sorrow. “You shouldn't listen to your mother.”
At this, you bitterly chuckle at the mention of her again. “She’s my mother. I can’t really avoid her.”
You know your mother. As many times you actually tell her that you’re comfortable with your body, she will still keep nagging you about your weight. She doesn’t care what you think. She keeps hurting you, because she is your mother after all. She is supposed to make sure you’re loved no matter what, instead you’re entitled to fit her image of perfect daughter.
“That doesn't mean you can’t stand up to her.” he says gently, making it sound so easy and letting you feel pathetic. You know all of this. But why can’t you do it? You feel awfully weak and it’s even worse since it’s in front of Hoseok.
You’re opening your mouth to say something, but you’re cut off by the door slamming open, revealing Jungkook standing there. He grins with his bunny teeth which you would find adorable, if this was a different situation.
“Yo, I smelled food so I came to visit. What do we have here?” he hums, already striding to the both of you, or to the delicious food laying on the floor, with the same huge grin. But the grin falls down as soon as his eyes flicker to your flushed face and watery eyes. He sees Hoseok holding you and he freezes on his spot.
“What did you do to her?” he asks, looking at Hoseok who seems to be taken back for a second by the little assumption.
Hoseok doesn’t react with words, slowly letting you go, his warmth disappearing from your skin and it oddly lets you feel empty.
“He didn't do anything.” you speak up, your voice awfully raspy and you quickly cough to get rid of it.
Jungkook frowns, his long hair falling to his eyes but he doesn’t move to brush them away, simply watching the whole situation in front of him. He knows something isn't right from the way you both act, he just can’t put his finger on it.
“Can we reschedule this?” you ask quietly, eyes flickering to Hoseok’s which hold some emotion behind them, you just don’t know what kind of emotion that is.
Hoseok breathes out, almost like a sigh of relief, before he opens his heart shaped lips. “Of course.” he says softly, before you nod and don’t waste any more time to snatch your things, while walking out of the practice room quickly. You’re pretty aware of the two pair of eyes watching you, until you’re hidden by the door which slams closed.
“Before you snap at me, I thought you still have some free time.” Jungkook speaks up in hope to ease the tension on his friend’s face by joking, which isn’t complete false. He really smelled delicious chicken and he just had to visit and annoy his friend before his training starts.
“Well, it doesn’t matter now.” Hoseok grumbles under his nose, before he turns away and sits on his previous spot. This time he leans against the wall and sighs while closing his eyes.
Jungkook simply watches him while sitting not so far away from him. “What was that about? She seemed upset...” Jungkook says carefully, knowing Hoseok is in his weird phase between fuming and feeling sad.
For a few years he knows Hoseok, he has never seen him being so tense and just not like himself like for the past weeks. Jungkook doesn’t want to assume anything, because Hoseok isn’t the type to bribe about his problems or personal stuff, unless it’s something positive and extremely happy, but he thinks it has something to do with you. He has never seen him being so hard on someone, until you came. For some reason, Hoseok doesn’t seem to like you.
And just like he thought, Hoseok’s eyes snap open to glare at Jungkook. He wants to explain him, that it wasn't entirely his fault. He just wanted to do the right thing. No matter what he feels towards you, no matter how annoying you seem to him, he can’t let you starve and destroying your whole life. Not when he did the same thing a few years ago. But he didn’t have anyone to save him, to tell him that there is another solution to that. You’re his student and he can’t bare to watch you being so weak and exhausted by not taking care of yourself. And he feels angry because of that, because you’re an adult. You’re suppose to take care of yourself. So naturally, he wants to tell Jungkook that this time he just tried to be Hoseok they all know. He still feels hurt by Jungkook’s assumption. What did you do to her? It hurt hearing it from his friend, but he partly deserved it. He didn’t treat you right. But instead of explaining it to Jungkook, he keeps his mouth shut. He could easily make him look like the good guy tried to be, be he doesn’t. He won’t tell about your personal business to him. The hell, even Hoseok doesn’t feel like he should know such a private thing. How did he even meet your mother? Right, he came to your place. He already seems to be too invested in your life to go back to normal and it bothers him, because you’re on his mind. It doesn’t matter that it annoys him and it’s negative.
“Whatever, I don’t wanna talk about it.” Hoseok manages to grumble, putting a distance between him and his friend. Jungkook isn’t stupid, he can see the way he tries to distance himself right now. And he knows it’s best to not be too curious about it, so instead, he tries to be there for his friend until he has his own training.
“Come on let’s eat.” he speaks up, already reaching for the chicken just to be met with Hoseok’s deathly glare. That food was supposed to be meant for you. But then he sees the innocent doe eyes with little bit mischievous behind them and he can’t seem to be angry with him.
“You eat, I’m not hungry.” he tells him, leaning his head against the hard wall behind him, staring at the high plain ceiling. He just hopes you will reschedule the practice.
“Why are you being so quiet?!” you exclaim, your voice cracking at the end from how long you've been talking.
Namjoon’s eyes flicker to yours, sighing as he tiredly scratches the back of his head. You called him as soon as you bursted from the building and away from Hoseok, in desperate need to talk to your best friend. But he partied last night so he deals with the biggest hungover in his short adult life, listening to your hour blabbering about Hoseok meddling with your personal life.
“I’m trying to be your best friend right now.” he speaks, his own voice hoarse and even the tea you made him, with too much sugar isn’t helping. But he doesn’t mention it when he sees the fire in your eyes. You can be scary.
“By being quiet?” you ask him, getting frustrated with him as he didn’t mutter a single word ever since you started to talk.
“No, by not saying something you won’t like.”
It’s like a slap to your face as you stutter over your words. “W-what do you mean by that?”
Namjoon knows about your mother and how persistent she can get, he also knows about the pressure she puts on you. Maybe not everything, but he kind of understands the situation and your relationship between you and her. You also conceal the fact that you stopped properly eating to get rid of some weight. He doesn’t need to know that – not when you have an idea of what might his reaction be.
“It seems to me like he’s just trying to be nice. Is that so hard to believe?” he asks confidently, but still choosing his words carefully. You even see it when his warm eyes how nothing than friendliness and warmness in them. He is not here to fight, but you can’t help to feel slightly irritated by it.
“Yes, it is,” you nod stubbornly seeing Namjoon let out a disappointed sigh. “Why is he suddenly caring about what I think about myself? He is suppose to teach my how to dance, not to care abo--”
“You know, he isn’t such a bad guy and I’m not saying this just because he is Jin’s friend. I got to know him little bit more and he really is friendly. You should give him a chance and be nice as well.” he cuts you off, not really in the rude way but you still open your mouth in shock.
You feel weird. Maybe it’s because Namjoon always took your side, no matter what. And now he says the complete opposite, not agreeing with you and it hurts and angers you at the same time. Maybe it’s because he is basically taking Hoseok’s side. Just another reason to feel irritated with your dance instructor.
“I will be nice, once he starts to meddling with my personal life.” you mutter and Namjoon groans.
“Goddamit, you’re so stubborn!” Namjoon exclaims suddenly causing you to flinch and his own eyes widen before he sighs in exhaustion. “I get what you’re talking about. But instead of focusing how he shouldn’t do it, just appreciate it.”
Ungrateful bitch. That’s how Hoseok called you and that’s how you feel at the moment.
When Namjoon leaves to go back to sleep off his hangover, saying goodbye with a warm hug nevertheless of what he said to you, you fish out your phone from your bag.
Hoseok’s name stares at you almost mockingly, challenging you of your next moves.
“hey are you free today or someday?”
You send it quickly before you can properly regret it, cringing at the words. He doesn't text back even after an hour you keep checking your phone, waiting for a reply. He probably has other classes to deal with other than your single pitiful message.
You’re mindlessly cutting an apple, your stomach growling almost as if it is angry for you to eat it again when your phone vibrates with notification. Putting down the knife, you wipe your wet hands into the kitchen cloth on the counter. Your eyes almost fall out when you see Hoseok’s name on your screen.
“I just finished, what’s up?”
There is no anger or too intense emotion behind his message. But why does your heart keep beating so fast?
“I thought we could meet up to talk” you answer back, praying you don’t sound too desperate.
“yeah sure”
Two words but you screech like some hormonal teenager, causing you to shut your mouth right after. What the fuck was that?
“can you come to my place?”
You don’t know why you just suggested that but you came to conclusion you should apologise for your previous behaviour and attitude towards him. It wasn’t fair from you and even if you won’t admit it loudly, there was some truth to his words. He was partly right, you know that. Where else you should apologise? You feel like you need to do it as soon as possible, in case you will change your mind and you will back out like a coward. And what is the better way than to do it in the comfort of your own home? Plus he's been already here, it doesn’t matter.
“yeah on my way”
He replies and you hurry to tidy your messy clothes on the floor, just to throw it mindlessly into your closet. You spray some air freshener with strawberry scent just to feel better when he comes in. What if it stinks here and you can’t smell it?
You can’t even eat the freaking apple which sits on your kitchen counter, the nervousness scrunching your stomach as you impatiently wait for Hoseok’s arrival. You have no idea how much does it takes him to knock on your door, even though you just spent your time eyeing the clock. But when you hear the soft knock on your front door, you jump on your spot trying to straighten up your plain shirt and red sweatpants you’re wearing the whole day. Great, you could at least put something more presentable on yourself, but it doesn’t matter now. Why the hell you even care how you look in front of him? He saw your red flushed and ugly face today, it’s not like a nice outfit will change his opinion about you.
Shaking your head at ridiculous thoughts going on in your head, you go to answer your door. You straighten your hair as well and clothes for the last time, before you open it revealing Hoseok. He looks up, straight into your eyes and you’re speechless. He wears the same grey sweatpants with loose black shirt while some of the strands of his hair are wet. His cologne fills your nose and it’s like another slap back to reality.
“Sorry, I didn’t have time to shower. Came straight from the practice.” he apologises, shifting on his feet slightly with his sport bag draped over his shoulder.
Was he rushing to your place? No, no, don’t overthink this.
“It’s fine, you don’t smell.” you tell him with a wave of your hand but quickly widen your eyes at what you just said. He chuckles, he freaking chuckles at that and you blush looking down.
“I hope so, I think I used the whole bottle of my cologne.” he jokes and you look up to be met with his grin.
Is this how it feels like to be on Hoseok’s good side? It’s not like you are, but he still grins at you. That’s a win, right?
“Come in.” you take a step back and open the door more to him, so he can step in. He does, putting his sport bag on the floor before he carefully shifts his eyes to you, almost as if asking if it’s alright. And he probably does when he hesitantly lets go of the strap on his bag and you snort.
“You can put it there, it’s not like I’m gonna bite you.” You’re the one who chuckles now, but still put a strand of hair behind your ear nervously.
Fuck. Why are you so nervous?
“Nobody knows with you.” he jokes but still watching you in case you will burst.
It’s suppose to be a joke, you know that, but you still feel bad after hearing it. Are you such a bitch?
“Let’s sit.” you tell him instead and he awkwardly nods, not knowing whether he already crossed a line or not.
You ask him if he wants something to drink but he politely declines, sitting on your sofa. He feels sweaty and uncomfortable, not wanting to stain your coach with potential sweat. But even though he told you he didn’t shower, he still smells so fucking good and maybe you should feel repulsed by it, but he even looks good with dewiness on his skin and hair. Snap out of it, Y/N!
“I bet you were surprised to get a message from me, asking you to meet up.” you chuckle, the air between you two awfully awkward. It’s almost funny how you’re both trying to tolerate and be kind to each other.
“Actually, I was glad,” he speaks up, coughing right after to mask the embarrassment on his voice but you hear it nevertheless. You’re mostly surprised by his sudden confession. “I thought you would disappear and only text me that you’re done.”
You know what he’s talking about. You already done it.
“I want to apologise for my previous behaviour. I shouldn't have been so ungrateful because you were right. I was ungrateful bitch--” he opens his mouth to say something but you motion for him to wait, so he slowly closes it. “That’s why I want to say thank you. Thank you for taking care of me, even when I was blind to it. No matter what we have against each other I-- just thank you.”
Your cheeks are on fire by the end of your small monologue and thankfully, when you look up you see Hoseok giving you a gentle nod. He’s acknowledging your apology.
“I probably shouldn’t have invest in your personal life, that’s just who I am.” he speaks up, his voice surprisingly friendly and gentle.
After that, you both become quiet and just stare at each other. You blink, and then he does, and then you again and you both awkwardly look away from each other.
“Y-yeah, that’s what I wanted. Thank you.” you speak, awkwardly straightening your clothes again.
Hoseok stares at you, probably thinking about how idiotic you look right now, before he stands up and gives you the faintest smile he can muster. “See you next week?” he asks with a slight hope in his voice, but maybe you just imagined it, when you nod. “Take care of yourself, Y/N.”
You feel like the meaning behind his words is something much more than just him saying the casual ‘take care’, he actually points at something without saying it and you’re not stupid not to notice it. You both know what he’s talking about.
And with that he simply leaves, any other exchange happening between the two of you even when you gently close the front door after him, his figure slowly disappearing in the hallway.
Your heart beats like you just ran a freaking marathon, but satisfied smile appears on your lips but not before your stomach grumbles, reminding you of its need. So slowly padding to the kitchen, an untouched apple lays there as you eye the cupboard with all the ramen you managed to buy a month ago. You should be embarrassed by the big amount of the packages of ramen. Hesitating you reach for one of them, already putting out a pot to eat it, hurrying when your stomach calls your attention again.
See, Hoseok? I can take care of myself.
“Y/N, seriously?” Hoseok annoyance booms right next to your ear as he pulls away with annoyed sigh, while you can’t hold your giggles.
“It’s not my fault, it tickles!” you exclaim through your giggles which slowly dies when you see the firm line in between his brows. He looks pissed and kinda hot at the same time.
When you both ‘made up’ or whatever that was, you both hoped you would go back to your practices without any bad blood between the two of you. And so far, there isn’t any except for you ruining the dance for the past twenty minutes making Hoseok frustrated.
“This dance is supposed to be danced with passion, it’s supposed to be sexy.” he speaks with nonchalant and slightly irritated tone, but still manages not to raise his voice. You kind of start to feel bad for giggling all the time, not taking this lesson seriously, but it’s not like you can do anything about it. He’s basically tickling you on your stomach and hips! What sexy about that?
“Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry. It’s just, it tickles.” you chuckle, ending with a small voice which causes Hoseok to soften his features with a low sigh. It’s better to laugh at his ticklish hands on your waist, instead of focusing how good it feels to feel his touch even through the material of your thin shirt. Because originally, you were doing that — getting unfocused because of his skillful hands grabbing your hips, leading your moves — until it started to get ticklish.
All the hotness you felt, where his hand held you, you ended up squirming in his hold for too many times to get on his nerves. It’s probably better, at least you won’t end up thinking about how hot he makes you feel, the tingling between your legs slowly awaking.
“Come on, let’s do it again.” he lets out that one low sigh that makes you bite your love lip, unconsciously, of course. You release it as soon as you feel the pressure on your lips.
Before you can say anything to that, he already stands behind you. He doesn’t touch you yet, but his breath fanning onto exposed skin of your neck is enough to give away his close proximity. Your insides shudder at that but you manage to keep solid posture.
“This time, no giggling.” he speaks lowly with a hint of strictness — not too much to sound rude, but enough to let you know he’s taking this seriously, as he should. He’s your instructor in the first place.
But when he lowly starts to count as his hands appear on your waist, his scent hitting your nose due to his closeness, your whole body shivers with goosebumps. Fuck. It’s just dance. He doesn’t wait for you to start dancing, leading your hips with his hands. You feel like a fucking lifeless doll in his hold and you’re sure he probably think that as well, so you decide to move your body slightly.
“There you go.” he murmurs, putting some distance between you two so he wouldn’t grind onto you too much. You completely forget the next moves, Hoseok ending up to put your arm up as his fingers start to slowly graze your skin. Fuck, you should’ve worn long sleeve T-shirt. This skin on skin contact isn’t doing you any well. He slowly tugs you, letting you know you should use your body, but it only causes you to stumble and grind onto his soft bludge hidden underneath his Adidas sweatpants.
Gasping, you move too quickly wanting to apologize, ending up elbowing him in the face. You don’t realize it until he groans, backing away from you while holding his brow bone. “Fuck, not again.” he grumbles and you gasp, ready to comfort him but he only shoots you glare. Well, the old Hoseok is back. It took you only one hit to bring him back. You want to laugh at that but you can’t, not when he is giving you that look which indicates he’s pissed off, and when he seems genuinely hurt.
“Fuck, it wasn’t on purpose!” you quickly exclaim, wanting to look at his eye but he only slaps your hands again causing your mouth to fall open in disbelief.
“Why would you react like that?” he mutters under his breath, clearly done with you while still holding his eye.
“You were grinding your dick into me! I was caught off guard!” you exclaim, telling the truth but still cut out that part what he made you feel.
“It was an accident! It’s not like I grind my dick onto you purposely!”
You scoff, a small facade not to show your true emotions, because his words dig into your heart more than you were ready to admit. Of course, he wouldn’t grind his dick onto you. You’re nowhere near his type, he likes his girls skinny and flawless, which unfortunately, you’re not. You know it wasn’t comment about your weight and figure in general, but your insecurity makes you feel self conscious again. It feels worse coming from Hoseok, which you’re quickly irritated about. Since when do you care what he thinks about you?
Maybe it’s because you always cared what others think about you, but you never admitted it.
“Why are you suddenly being so quiet?” he murmurs, your eyes adverting from the floor to his. You spaced out without you realizing. There is something weird, almost like a worry, in his eyes as he scans your face. Fuck, can he read your mind? “I didn’t mean it like--“
”How did you mean it then?” you cut him off, crossing your arms over your chest. Well, confidence is a key, even if it’s a fake one. He’s surprised that you cut him off, and even more by your sudden attitude. You can see it from the way he slightly widens his eyes along with his mouth.
“I didn’t mean it like you’re not pretty or something, because--“ he pauses himself with a gulp. “I mean, you’re not that bad,” you raise your brows and he panics with widening his eyes even more. It’s funny, you’ve never seen him being so caught off guard, and you’re going to enjoy this while it lasts. “I mean--“
“Wow, thanks,” you scoff with sarcastic chuckle and he opens his mouth, gawking at you like a fish. This time, you’re not able to hold back a small snort coming from your lips as your shoulders shake. At first, he thinks you’re crying but then he notices your crinkled eyes as you start laughing. “Calm down, I’m not a cry baby.”
He frowns, not appreciating the small prank you just did on him. He was genuinely concerned that he made you cry, although, he used to be way more rude to you. It was weird that you’d start to cry at that. But he doesn’t voice his thoughts, not admitting loudly and definitely not to you, that he was started to get concerned.
“Dude, I have never seen you being so caught off guard.” Your laugh has calmed down, but you still can’t help to chuckle every now and then.
“Don’t call me dude,” he murmurs, rolling his eyes off. “I thought you got mad at me.”
You’d react somehow, but you notice him not holding his eye anymore and you quickly go to inspect it. “There isn’t even anything,” You tell him but he smacks his lips in annoyance, almost letting a growl at you and you raise your brow. “It looks like I’m not the one who’s crybaby.” you sign out and he groans.
“You’re annoying, woman.” he murmurs under his breath and you give him a grin, as you go to drink some water.
He watches you grinning at him, this time he’s not able to hold a small smile tugging the corners of his mouth upwards.
🔥 Yoonseok Fire AU - Hoseok, an underground dancer, resident flirt and sunshine. Yoongi, an undergroud rapper, ‘badboy’ and total lost cause. What happens when their worlds collide? INTRO
An AU about the struggles of making it big, with a huge dose of comedy. Fluff + Humour
In collaboration with @foxabram 🖤
We will both have the AU on our blogs! Also, due to our work schedules we will only get the chance to update 1-2 times a week, but it will be worth the wait.
I hope you all enjoy this, its lowkey crack but it will be great I tell you that!
Auther description:
Jungkook starts a Twitter thread live from his local coffee shop when a young man with pink hair walks in bleeding from the forehead.
Group: BTS
Main ship: Jikook
Other ships: Namjin, Sope
Chapters: 30 (complete)
Authers description: Yoongi is the son of a billionaire CEO.
Jimin is a teacher at a small dance academy.
Two perfectly normal people with not a chance of meeting each other.
But they both have secrets.
Yoongi is an underground rapper who never shows his face.
Jimin is an underground dancer who dances only in mystery then disappears.
Both widely popular in the underground but strangers to each other, that is, until their realities collide in their everyday lives.
Group: BTS
Main ship: Yoonmin
Chapters: 70+ (Complete)
