For: H-NBIN
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"Hoseok, a little to the left. Yeah, see the marker? Jungkook's in the center, annnnnddd...perfect."
You nodded in approval as they switched positions, and then played the music for their new song.
"One, two, three, four!" As you counted the beats for them they moved sluggishly, being as it had been nearly four hours since they started. You clapped your hands, getting their attention.
"Alright, let's go through it one more time, and then you can all go home," you said, as the boys erupted into cheers. Playing the music from the beginning they jumped in with renewed fervor, executing it nearly perfectly. You smiled in pride as you saw the choreo you had worked so hard on piece itself together, and with the boys working so hard it would look fantastic in a few days.
"Okay guys, that's good for today," you said, reaching down to get your bag. Swinging it over your shoulder, you walked out of the room to hear the boys exhausted sighs.
"Wait! Y/N!" You heard one of the boys call, and turning around, you saw a familiar mess of brown hair flopping towards you.
Hoseok glanced at your sweaty body appreciatively, making you blush.
"Yes, Hoseok?"
He opened his mouth, about to say something when his girlfriend came rounding the corner.
"Oppa!" She squealed, flashing you a dirty look as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Hoseok wrinkled his nose, gently pushing her off.
"You know we don't have to show our relationship in private, right?" He said, creating a small space in between them.
Right.
Hoseok was only in that mess because the company had wanted the fans to get more desperate over him. By giving him a girlfriend, well, it brought mixed results.
"Ill talk to you later, Y/N," Hoseok said, smiling sweetly and prying his 'girlfriends' manicured hand off his bicep. The couple walked off, looking like they were the perfect match. But oh, that was so drastically wrong. She was certainly the spawn of Satan himself, with her air of importance, when all she really did was starve herself and look pretty.
She had everyone wound around her finger, except, it seemed, Hoseok himself. How ironic that the one person she had to charm was out of her reach.
You pitied Hoseok for having to go through that. For having to fake something he wasn't
And that definitely showed, when the next time you met the boys to finalize the choreography, things between you two changed forever.
Practice had ended hours ago, and you were the only one left, along with Hoseok and Jimin.
"I'm leaving," Jimin said tiredly, waving and leaving before he even got a response. It wouldn't have mattered, anyways, when Hoseok's gaze was already on you like a predator.
When footsteps faded, your gaze wavered.
"Y/N," Hoseok said, sounding more like a command than anything. You glanced up at him, preparing to leave. His gaze darkened, and he wrapped a calloused hand around your wrist.
"Y/N," He repeated, voice rough. From lack of sleep or something else, you soon found out.
"I've been watching you," he said, smirking when you looked away.
