Hoseok was in the middle of practicing the new choreography for his class when he got his names. He was unaware of how long he had spent in the studio but the floor was drenched in sweat. He sat on the hard wooden floorboards, panting heavily, proud that he had managed to finally finish the new dance routine for his advanced dance class.
The studio was small and it didn't have the best sound system in the world but it was his. He had worked his butt off to get it and while he may not be situated in the best of buildings, no-one could deny that he had done well.
He had dropped out of education as soon as he finished high school. Working multiple jobs until he had saved up enough to buy the very room he was sitting in. Many people doubted that he would go far with his career and he didn't disagree with them.
However, dancing was his passion, so teaching was the next best thing. He didn't like to brag but he had often been told about his amazing teaching skills. I mean he had managed to teach one of the worst dancers on the face of the earth. He had even managed to get the man to standard level before he quit to focus on passing his degree.
As much as he hated to admit it, there were times when he felt the pangs of loneliness that didn't take long to consume him. Contrary to popular belief that he was always a ball of sunshine, there were times when he felt down, he was human after all.
As he was drinking a well earned bottle of water he noticed something on his wrist. He twisted his wrists and could see his shocked expression reflected in the mirror in front of him.
Hoseok couldn't stop the tears that streamed down his face. Maybe he wasn't as alone as he thought. Maybe the universe had something for him to relieve his pain, or to be precise, six somethings.
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our soul | ot7
Fanfictionwhen the universe fucks up and gives you six soulmates instead of one aka in which the boys learn to navigate a world where they'll no longer be alone in all the best ways possible
