BTS imagines

6

                                                                        Hoseok
You hurriedly stuffed your things in you bag ready to leave after countless hours of training. You were already thinking about the amazing feeling of the cold water hitting your aching muscles. As you walked the dimly lit hallway, you could still hear the loud music coming from one of the dance rooms. Honestly it could only be one person still training at 11 pm.
Slowly, you opened the door and slid inside sitting on the dance floor behind Hoseok. He was too caught up in his movements and concentrated on every step to notice you coming in.
Something seemed unusual. It's true that he was a perfectionist who trained the entire day just to get everything right and you got that from him after being his best friend for years now. It's true that he poured in all his passion in his dance moves and you were mesmerized at how happy he looked every time he was dancing. Right now, nothing about him seemed to reflect happiness. His movements were harsh, desperate as if he was in agony, as if sadness was weighing him down, chaining his hands.
Suddenly he stopped and bent on his knees panting heavily. You rushed to him, handing him a cold bottle of water. He started shivering even though his body was drenched in sweat. You tried to wipe it away with a spare towel and he weakly smiled at you still breathing heavily.

"I decided to wait for you for once. Are you ready to go?" You asked him gently.

"No I'm going to stay a little more" he replied trying to get up. You pushed him back down, grabbing him by the shoulder.
"Are you crazy? Hoseok it's time to go" you snapped at him.
"I'm not leaving before I get this dance right" he managed to stand up this time and put the music back on.

He was stubborn and you couldn't argue with him so you stayed on the floor your back to the wall. Slowly, the land of dreams lured you in, shutting your eyelids closed.
Did minutes pass? Hours? You rubbed the back of your neck that was stiff from your uncomfortable sleeping position.

Where am I? Why am I on the ground though?

You blinked your eyes a few times trying to adjust to the brightly lit room just to see Hoseok tripping and falling with a thud on the floor.
He winced in pain and you hurriedly got up to check on him.
"Hoseok please do it for me and let's go" you pleaded him.

"No (name) I still didn't get my dance right"
"It's 12 am you can continue later" you said trying to drag him to the door.
"I said NO! Leave if you want I'm staying!" He shouted pushing you away.

Shocked, you stumbled and stared at him. "FINE THEN" you screamed as you turned away heading to the door.
You glared when last time behind you and saw your best friend motionless staring ahead blankly. This was so unlike him. He was the literal sunshine that cheered you up the entire time. It was astonishing to see him in this state.

"Hoseok can you tell me what's wrong? Did I say something hurtful?" You said rubbing his back.

He turned to face you, tears brimming in his eyes " I just... I just don't know. I'm not good enough. I lack in everything. I must be such a disappointment. Whenever I try I fail and I just.. I just.. ugh"

"What do you mean ? What are you saying? How are you not good enough?"

"Hey just forget what I just said ok?"he breathed out, trying to hide the pain with a smile.

Cupping his face with your hand you made him turn to look at you "don't you even say that again ok? You mean the world to me and to millions of people out there. You make me smile when I'm having a tough day you keep pushing me to exercise more to dance more to follow my dream. Hobi you inspire me so much. And just so you know I'm dying of awkwardness and embarrassment right now so be thankful"

You heard him chuckle a bit and you felt glad his mood got better.

"Maybe I'm not handsome enough or talented enough. But I guess it's ok as long as it doesn't matter to you"

"If you're not handsome enough I'm trash. Just stand in front of me and let that beauty shine" you teased.

He softly hit you on the shoulder so you punched him back and you started fighting like silly kids. Glad that you could make him smile, you felt at ease.

"I'll always be there for you when you need to talk. Please take care of yourself. You're my sunshine it's true, but you're allowed to have bad days and be sad and that's why I'm here to cheer you up like you died for me countless of times" you said as you hugged him close.

"Fine I promise. I'm sorry I didn't let you know how I'm feeling. Now let's get you home you look mad tired" he replied holding your hand.

He felt content with you, his hand gently holding yours. He felt happy he could make your days better. He finally felt like he mattered deeply to someone. His heart longed to you, his best friend, but there was more to it. He lived to see you happy, your eyes shining brightly whenever he cracked a joke or showed you his dancing.He held on to your smile like the medicine for his illness.

Someday maybe I'll tell her everything.

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A/N:

Criiiiinge I am so bad at this. Our little sunshine deserves a better imagine than this. I promise I'll get better.
I hope you will be patient and see that day come tho.

Love,

Your dear author.
( I learned about writing letters and emails I have to use that shit somewhere)