《complete || ot7 x reader》𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦
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"I need help," you said, causing your two soulmates to raise an eyebrow. "With?" Taehyung asked, sitting up from his position resting his head on Jungkook's lap.
The three of you were sitting in the art hall. Everyone had left, and it was just you and Jungkook until Taehyung eventually came.
"Do you know where Hoseok is? I want to meet him..." A smile grew on their faces. "Hobi's gonna be so happy." "He is?" They hummed in response. "After he found out about you and Namjoon meeting and how you looked for him, Hobi's been eager to meet you. But there's a part of him that thinks you're not excited to meet him as he is with you. Although he hasn't admitted it, we just know it."
You couldn't help but feel bad. It's been two days since you met Namjoon. You wanted to meet Hoseok yesterday, but you had gotten busy and couldn't go and look for him.
"I wanted to see him yesterday, but I got busy." The two males could tell you were feeling a bit bad based on the slight frown on your face and hush in your voice.
"Don't feel bad, love. He thought you'd be busy, so he doesn't mind waiting. But meeting him today is going to make him so happy." Taehyung said, placing his hand on your shoulder and flashing him a smile.
"I don't want to make him wait any longer. He might think I don't want to meet him if I don't meet him today."
"He should be in the second dance hall, helping some juniors. If not, then check the third one. If he's there, then he's alone. If you don't know where it is, we can take you." Jungkook said.
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You shook your head. "It's okay. I know where the dance rooms are."
Taehyung leaned and placed a kiss on your lips, catching you by surprise. You realised that this was the first kiss you shared with Taehyung. When the two of you met, you didn't actually kiss. You only kissed his cheeks.
"I needed my kiss before you left."
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"Okay, fix, six, seven, eight!"
Hoseok pressed play, and the song began to play through the loudspeakers situated in various corners of the practice room. The students began to dance, allowing the music to control their bodies while he silently watched.
His eyes followed their movements, checking for mistakes and seeing where there'd be room for improvement.
A smile formed on his face as he continued to watch them follow the choreography. They were doing so well, and all the hard they put during practice showed as they moved almost in sync with each other.
Once the song finished and the dancers were still, Hoseok began to clap and cheer.
"Amazing! You guys are improving each time." The dancer began to smile, feeling proud of themselves. "There are obviously some things you guys need to work on such as your facial expressions, your flow and stuff like that, but we'll go over those next practice."
"Since you guys did way better than last week, it shows you took your time to practice at home. I'm giving you this week free. You can just go over the parts where you think you need improvement."
They cheered and thanked him, causing him to smile. He loved helping fellow dancers whenever they needed it. The juniors began to pack their leaves and slowly leave the practice room.
"They seem to like you," Hoseok turned to the door to see you walking in with a smile on your face. His eyes widened. "y/n?" "That's me."
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He immediately got up from his position on the ground. "Oh... um, hi." You giggled and handed him the water bottle. "You might already have a bottle of water but here." Hoseok took the bottle from your hand, whispering a thank you.
He felt shy. Hoseok hoped he'd be more confident when he met you, but it looks like all the time he spent practising in front of the mirror went to waste.
"I've always wanted to dance. I actually used to dance when I was younger, but I don't know what happened. I guess Art and Literature took my heart instead." You walked around the large room, looking at your reflection in the mirror.
"Do you want to dance again?" He asked, gaining more confidence. "Only if you'll teach me." His eyes widened, and he almost choked on air. "Me?" You hummed in response. "You're teaching those juniors, right?" He nodded. "Then you can teach me!"
"Uh, when do you wanna learn?" "Now." "Now!?" Hoseok exclaimed in surprise, causing you to giggle. "I think I can dance in these, so why not?" You said, looking down at your outfit.
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All of Hoseok's shyness disappeared, and a focused expression was on his face as he danced, showing you what the move you were learning would look like.
You realised how serious dancing was to him, his movements were sharped, yet he moved so smoothly with the rhythm of the song.
"Would you like to try?" He asked, and you shook your head. "Not anymore. That looks so hard, and at the same time, you're making it look easy." Hoseok laughed. "That's because it is. Don't worry. I'll guide you each step of the way."
And that's what he did. Hoseok stood behind you, with his body so close to being pressed against your back. He was helping you fix your stance and placing your arms in the proper position.
He brought his face next to yours, almost resting his chin on your shoulder. "Okay, from here, you'll move your arms down like this-" he placed his hands on your arms, lowering them before bringing them up again. "-and bring them up like this."
You nodded, barely being able to focus on what was coming out of his mouth because of how close he was. You were trying hard to fight back the urge to kiss him. 'you're here to learn how to dance y/n. not to kiss him,' you told yourself.
"y/n?" you snapped out of your daze and turned to see him already looking at you. This time he wasn't looking at you through the mirror, but he was looking straight at you.
"Huh?" A smile grew on his face, and he brought a hand around your waist. "I asked if you understood." "Oh," was all you said. You didn't realise that your back was pressed against his body.
"Do you understand?" He asked again, bringing his face closer to yours, closing the distance between you too. "Uh, yeah. I understand."
"Good." And he pressed his lips against yours.
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: happy birthday, jin
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