swxtched. | jhs

MADNESS

❝ at the edge of the blackness, when you're stretched to the core, catch hold of the madness. ❞
(i love rock and screamo but this is my favorite sws song)

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HOSEOK PATTED HER shoulders playfully. "Don't be nervous, okay?"

"Why do you keep talking right in my ear?"

"Does it make you nervous?"

"Yes."

He smiled, playing with her hair. Having Green's fine locks falling between his fingers made him realize that time has passed; the length has grown down a little past her collarbone, enough for him to braid all of it into one, with only a few short layers in the front falling to frame her face.

Hoseok stood in front of her and offered his hand, which she unhurriedly took. He led her down the concrete stairs into the underground studio, where Taehyung was the first to greet them.

"Ah, G-Hope is here!" he started, arms outstretched with a grin, when he wavered at the sight. "Geurin-noona, where's your arm?"

Green rubbed at her forearm up to her shoulder, her prosthetic limb missing, as she glanced up at Hoseok nervously. Hoseok lifted up her chin and pecked her nose. "Greenie is going to dance today," he proclaimed proudly, practically bouncing where he stood.

Green was starting to feel sick in the stomach, when Jimin turned around from where he stretched. "Wait, really?" he exclaimed, eyes sparkling. Jungkook turned as well, but only nodded in acknowledgement at them, not saying anything.

"Did you know she's a classically-trained dancer? Greenie's my little ballerina," Hoseok chuckled, taking Green's hand and twirling her around. Green yanked her hand down gently and walked away from him, embarrassed.

"You dance, Geurin-s— noona?" Jungkook asked. Green raised a brow, and then felt a jolt of realization course down her spine.

Jinyoung?

"Look at you two, having cute names for each other," Taehyung, meanwhile, swooned. "Greenie. Cute! What's your name for Hobi-hyung, noona?"

Green shook her head vigorously and turned around, eyes flickering to Hoseok, who looked back expectantly. God dxmmit Hoseok, she thought, as she said, "I just call him Hoseok. Literally no one calls him Hoseok. Sometimes other things."

"Like what?" Taehyung asked, excited.

"Like Jung Hoseok," she answered in monotone, causing Jimin to giggle and throw his body around in the background.

"Sometimes she calls me coconut head," Hoseok added, a delighted glint in his eye, as he approached her. "Let's stretch now, okay?"

"Okay." Green took in a wobbly breath, as she held onto Hoseok for support to stretch some parts of her body. It'd be easier if she had two working hands. She sighed. Can I really do this?

"Is this her dance bag?" Jimin curiously asked, holding up a duffel bag. Green chewed at the inside of her cheek, trying to find the words to respond, when Taehyung joined him and examined its contents. He drew out a pair of worn ballet shoes, not her pointe shoes, and dropped his jaw.

Hoseok grinned at them. "Hand it over here," he said, motioning for them to come closer. Taehyung bestowed the shoes with as much extra-ness as his body could muster, watching with exhilaration as Hoseok bent down on one knee and took one of Green's feet to slip on a shoe.

"Do you feel like a princess?" said Jungkook from what felt like a distance. If Green answered him, it would be incomprehensible from how red-faced she was behind her left hand covering her face.