bottom hoseok || bts+hoseok

I CAN'T DANCE, I KNOW YA' CAN! || knj+jhs

Age change: Namjoon is 25 Hoseok is 23

His name was Rap Monster; he was an actor, rapper, singer. Was there anything he couldn't do?  Well for one, he couldn't dance, so that's how he found himself here. At a cute little pastel dance shop at the end of a street called "Hannah". He had no intentions of falling for the cute dance teacher. 

His name was Jung Hoseok, but his students called him J-Hope; he was a dance teacher, he mostly taught classes to middle school students and high school students, he never thought that one of his favorite idols would come to him for help, but how could he say no? 

Hoseok had walked out of the dance room of his dance studio, his heart leaped in his chest to see his new student. Kim Namjoon. 

"Hi, I'm Namjoon." He stuck out his large hand, Hoseok's small hand met his. "Hi Namjoon-Hyung, I'm Hoseok..my students usually refer to me as J-Hope," Hoseok smiled. "Nice to meet you Hoseok." Namjoon hums. "You too." 

Namjoon sighed in relief as Hoseok didn't make a big deal of him, it felt nice. 

The door opened as a person around Hoseok's height walked in, recognized as Namjoon's boss, Jimin.

"Hi, ChimChim!" Hoseok squealed as he ran into Jimin's arms. "Hi Hoseok, how's my best friends dance shop doing?" Jimin asks, lightly patting his butt. "It's doing well, it's really fun! Thank you for letting me transform it." He happily says, still stuck in Jimin's embrace. "Of course."

Despite being younger, Jimin was still Namjoon's boss. "Hey, Jimin-ah." Namjoon greets the shorter man. "Namjoon, why are you here?" Jimin asks, still holding onto Hoseok. 

"I came for dance lessons, I need them-" Namjoon says with a shrug. "Really bad," Jimin adds on.  "I know, I know." Namjoon then rolls his eyes. 

"Well, good luck you two, Hoseok make sure he doesn't kill himself while dancing," Jimin warns, letting go of his longtime best friend. "I bet he's not that bad!" Hoseok pouted as he nudged Jimin. 

"Namjoon, please don't kill Hoseok, he has a son at home." Namjoon's eyebrows furrowed, he was a dad? Wait does that mean he's married? "Jimin!" Hoseok whined, hitting Jimin's bicep. 

"You're a dad?" Came out of Namjoon's mouth as Jimin shrugged and walked out the door. "Yeah, my son Taehyung is almost five," Hoseok says, glancing at the picture of him and Hoseok on the wall. 

"Is he adopted?" Namjoon bluntly asks, looking in the direction of the picture, smiling slightly. "No, Taehyung is my biological son," Hoseok answered, blushing as he looked up at Namjoon. 

"So who's his mother?" He wonders, slightly cocking his head. "Well, long story short I was born with this genetic where I can get pregnant." Namjoon nodded his head, slightly smiling. 

"So what kind of dance do you need to learn?" Hoseok asks, leading the latter into the dance room. "Uh, I don't know actually," Namjoon admitted sheepishly, shrugging in the process. 

"I can teach you the basics?" He suggests, going over to the dock that held his phone to play music. "Sounds good."

4 Months later  

Namjoon had been coming to Hoseok's dance studio every day for almost five months now, yet every day, Hoseok surprises him with new dance moves and a brighter smile when he nails them.

Namjoon was opening the door when a four-year-old with a box smile opened the door. "Hi! I'm Jung Taehyung!" The boy shouted, taking Namjoon's large hand into his two small ones.