strange love | yoonseok

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"Oh my god! I went to that high school too!"

It has been about three days since I came over. Hoseok insisted on me staying until I was 'mentally recovered'. It had probably been the best three days of my life, not going to lie. At night I would sleep on the couch and Hoseok would go to his room, but every morning I'd wake up and there he was, sleeping at my side. One night he was even curled up under my arm and his head at my chest.

Hoseok and I were sitting on the couch talking about our pasts and school years. We tried playing Mario Kart but Hoseok got mad when we he kept falling off on Rainbow Road.

He's pretty cute when he's mad.

"Now that I think about it.. I think I remember seeing you around the school. Didn't you always wear that All Time Low beanie to school literally everyday?" Hoseok bit his lip trying to withhold a laugh. I internally cringed remembering my dreadful 'emo' phase.

"Hey! They're a good band don't judge!" I laughed, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"I'm not, I'm not! It was actually kind of adorable," He cooed. I buried my face in a pillow nearby, turning as read as a literal tomato.

How was he able to remember me? And how the hell was I not able to remember him?

"Hoseok, how do you remember me? I don't have the slightest memory of you. I feel like if I did see you I would definitely remember you."

"Well, I moved here during junior year, you were a senior. You mostly hung out with your girlfriend and I think two other guys. You never really talked to anyone else," He said matter-of-factly.

"Oh."

"Plus, I was a dancer and you were a theatre kid. Different crowds." He stated while typing something on his phone.

"Speaking of dancing, how long have you been doing that? Because you're so amazing talented, watching you dance, it's so...breathtaking!" Honestly, I could go on and on about how much I absolutely love his dancing and how incredible I think he is. There is not one thing bad about that man.

"Oh Yoongi, you're too sweet," He giggled lightly, "I've been dancing ever since I was a kid. Second grade I think it was? My mom would always play music in the house and I would put on little shows for her and dance to it, so she signed me up for a dance class. She always said I had good rhythm. Kids would pick on me at school for it saying that it's 'only for girls' and call me gay and such. It got so bad to the point where I wanted to quit and play Baseball or something so I wouldn't get bullied any more but, my mom wouldn't let me. She pushed me and encouraged me to keep going and not care what anyone else thinks. Without her I probably wouldn't be where I am today. Not that I'm doing anything big or amazing, but I've met a lot of people I love and care about because of it. Including you, Yoongi."

He smiled sincerely at me. My lips curled into a shy smile and a rose color dusted across my face. I honestly have no idea how this man can effect me in such a way. Nobody I've been with before have never made me feel like this.

"Did you go to college for it?"

"Sadly, no. I applied for a college in Busan and got accepted, but I didn't have enough money. So I just stayed here and started dancing on the street. Originally it was to get money to go to school. Then I saw how little people tipped. Now I just do it for fun," He just shrugged and typed something on his phone again. He must be texting someone.