BTS - The Eighth Member

Hana and Hoseok

"Hana!" Hobi laughed uncontrollably, "Right foot forward, how many times? Right foot!" He scrambled forward, forcefully lifting my foot and planting it on the ground in front of me.

"I'm sorry." I smiled grimly, going over the steps in my head.

DNA was such a hard dance. Thankfully, my lovely ball of sunshine had decided to stay later with me at the dance studio, to help me get the dance down.

"Quit thinking so much." He stepped back, "I can literally see the cogs in your brain trying to put it all together."

"If I stop thinking I really will have two left feet." I wiggled my right foot in the air playfully, "And you can give up on your dreams of me putting this bad boy forward."

Silently, he padded forward, swiping viciously on his phone. Miffed that he didn't answer my jokes I began blocking the dance again, expecting him to play the music once more. To my surprise the whistle of DNA didn't start, instead my own clear voice rang through the studio.

"What are you-" I didn't finish as J-Hope swung me around the studio, hand placed firmly on my back so I wouldn't stumble. I had no idea what he was doing.

My solo song, 'Night-time Songbirds,' filled the room. It was slower than DNA, so I was able to catch my breath for a second, allowing Hobi to waltz me around the room.

I laughed heartily, eventually wrapping my hands around his neck, allowing him to lead the dance. I really felt like my nickname Belle at this moment, being spun around the room by my prince. I couldn't contain my joy as Hobi raised his hand, expecting my to spin underneath him, to which I obliged.

I spun right into his chest, my hair whipping my face as I went. As the song came to a close, he wriggled his hand further up my back and hoisted my leg up, dipping me gracefully.

"Oh my god!" I laughed breathlessly, giddy from the impromptu waltz, "That was fun. Thank you Hobi-Oppa." I wrapped him in a tight hug.

"Are you still in your head?" He questioned.

"If I say yes, can we do that again?" I giggled, "If so, yes."

He smirked knowingly at me, changing the song. This time an upbeat hip-hop track filled the room, "Come on Kiddo, get those little limbs moving!" He began freestyling, jumping up and down like a maniac. I couldn't help but laugh, joining in. I hadn't done un-choregraphed dance in so long, this was a much needed break.

During the bridge I turned an shook my ass playfully.

"Oh woah, ah!" Hobi shielded his eyes, "Enough of that please!" I sniggered at my friend's response, sliding over to him and prying his hands from his eyes. I grabbed his wrists and jumped around, dancing in time with him.

Breathless, I collapsed onto the floor as the song ended, sprawling out dramatically, "That was much needed." I panted, Hoseok joining me on the floor.

"See!" He argued, "You just gotta have that mentality when dancing to choreographed songs."

"Easier said than done." I sat upright, raking my hands through my hair, "You won't be saying that when I mess up performing in a stadium in front of 20,000 Army."

"You know Army think it's cute when we make mistakes?" He answered, "Plus, you've never messed up that bad."

"Perfectionist." I rolled my eyes, pointing to myself, "What can I say?"

"Come on then, Perfectionist." Hobi jumped up, offering me a hand, "You've got a dance to perfect."

I nodded, rubbing at my eyes. Making sure I put my right foot forward, before he started the music, I pointed down to it proudly.

"Just..." He grabbed my hands, repositioning them, "Right hand forward too."