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88. BTS Hoseok - Dancing with a Stranger

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Summary: You're introduced as Jimin's duet partner for the school recital, and Hoseok already doesn't like you. When he discovers that you were the same person he's been dancing with underground, what happens when he realizes he's been dancing with a stranger all along?

Hoseok x f!reader

Genre: fluff + angst

WC: 14.6k

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You nervously tap your foot on the ground as you watch the floor number slowly come to a stop above the elevator doors. The elevator opens with a ding before you step out into the hallway that leads to BTS' practice room. You were a student at Seoul's School of Performing Arts, specializing in ballet and contemporary dance. Your mother was a talented ballerina when she was younger, and your parents wanted you to follow in her footsteps. They raised you to be a professional, and it showed in your dance as well as your daily behaviour.

For the school's annual recital, you were assigned a contemporary duet with your classmate, Park Jimin. While he was an excellent contemporary dancer, he was also a newly debuted idol, which is why you were currently at BigHit Entertainment after school to accommodate his busy schedule. You were actually quite lucky to get partnered with Jimin out of all people. You dedicated your whole life to dance, and as a result, you didn't have much time for friends. Jimin and Taehyung were the only ones in your class who went out of their way to try and befriend you, and although you were still far from being friends, acquaintances at most, you were glad to be partners with Jimin.

Standing outside their practice room, you can hear muffled music through the door and you can feel the beats through the floor. Not wanting to interrupt their practice, you wait for the song to finish before knocking on the door. An out of breath Jimin answers the door as he welcomes you with a big smile. "Y/n!" he exclaims, "You're here! Come in," he says as he opens the door wider for you. You give him a stiff smile as you slightly bow your head and enter the room. There were six other boys in the room, one who you recognized was Taehyung, breathing heavily as they sat on the floor, recovering from their practice.

You look back at Jimin over your shoulder, "Am I interrupting something?" you ask. He shakes his head as he walks past you to grab a cup of water, "Not at all! We just finished," he assures you, but you find it hard to believe as you look at the six other heavily panting boys. "You must be tired. I can come back another time-" you start, but Jimin quickly shuts you down. "No, no! It's okay, I'm ready to go!" he says energetically. You give him a skeptical look, but he shows no signs of being tired. If anything, he seems eager to get started. Nodding, you give in, placing your bag on the floor. "Oh! I almost forgot, let me introduce you guys," he says as he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the rest of the boys. Your cheeks flush slightly, not used to the contact. "You already know Tae, but these are my Hyungs and the maknae of our group," he says as he motions to all the boys. Each one introduces themselves, giving you a smile or a wave as they tell you their names.

"Guys, this is y/n, she's a classmate of mine and Tae's and she's the best dancer in our year!" Jimin introduces you proudly. You don't acknowledge his compliment as you just bow towards them. "Do you mind if we watch you practice?" Taehyung asks, to which you respond with a shake of your head. Taehyung raises a small fist in victory, taking a seat in front of the mirror and leaning back to watch you and Jimin practice. The rest of the boys sit next to Taehyung, interested in watching your practice as well.

After hearing from Jimin and Taehyung about how amazing of a dancer you were, they were excited to meet you, and they couldn't take their eyes off of you. You were just as they said: perfect. Your timing was exact and your technique was impeccable, but your face was blank and your eyes were empty as you went through the motions. Just from watching your expression, or rather your lack of expression while dancing, one would think that you hated dance. But your lack of emotions didn't take away from your dance. It added a dark, almost sad beauty to your almost robotic but flawless performance.