Meant to Be: A J-Hope x Reader Fanfic

Meant to Be

"Hey, (Y/N)," Hoseok greeted you as he plopped down on the bench next to you. "Whatcha doing?"

"Mmm, fixing my hair," you replied, not taking your gaze off your blackened phone screen, both hands twisting your long hair into a neat bun. You tilted your head this way and that, looking at your reflection. "Does it look okay?"

"It looks great," Hoseok told you. "Except for those few stray hairs on the side."

"Where?" You checked your reflection again. "Hoseok, you better not be lying to me—"

"Hello class. Please put on your dance shoes and gather in the center of the room for warm-ups." A middle-aged woman clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. You put your phone away and dug out your ballet flats from your duffle bag. Hoseok followed suit, and both of you joined the rest of the class in the middle of the dance room.

Another class, another school day. You sighed as the teacher led the class in a series of stretches. You liked dancing, but lately it was getting way too time consuming. High school was stressful, okay, and dancing was getting pushed to bottom of your priority list.

"Did you take the math test yet?" Hoseok asked from beside you. You reached for the tip of your toes, copying the teacher.

"Yeah. You?"

"Not yet. Hey you wanna give me a few hints?" Hoseok wagged his eyebrows at you.

"Not a chance, Hoseok." You glanced at him sideways. "That's not fair to me. And besides, it would count as cheating."

"Please, (Y/N)," Hoseok begged. "You know I have a borderline grade in that class. This test will make or break my grade, and I need all the cushioning I can get before finals."

You sighed as the teachers called for everyone to go to their positions in the dance you guys were currently working on. Hoseok tagged along, his puppy eyes never leaving your face.

"Fine. But I'll tell you later, or we'll get called out by the teacher again." Hoseok grinned and flashed you an okay sign.

"Ready, class? Five, six, seven, eight," the teacher began counting off the steps. "One, two, three, turn, and point. One, two, three, spin, leap. One, two, three..."

You gradually relaxed into your natural dancing state, pushing all other thoughts to the back of your head. This was what you were born to do. This was soothing to you, as you twirled and leaped, stretched and pointed.

You used to have more time to dance, usually practicing in your room. But as school became more demanding, the time you spent dancing decreased steadily, until the one hour class time each day was all you had. But the class didn't mold itself to fit your particular interests; instead, it was a compilation of different dances, from ballet to folk to hip hop. Although you originally studied ballet, you managed to excel at whatever dance the class threw your way.

Hoseok, on the other hand, excelled at every dance you guys learned this year. His hip hop dancing was exceptionally well, leaving many girls clutching at their hearts at the most recent school performance. Add that to his good looks and charming personality and you've got yourself an irresistible guy.

Not that you were interested in him or anything. Yes, he was attractive, and yes he was funny, but you didn't want a relationship yet. Besides, you and Hoseok were good friends—but just friends. Both of you acknowledged that. He can go flirt with whoever he wants, but at the end of the day, he always comes back to you to talk.