hangsang | jung hoseok

one - why me

Lee Taeyu pov

1am. Music. Laughing. Sweat. Passion. Singing. Dancing.

I guess this is how university is. Well, especially here at the number one party school.

I liked getting out to some of these, but tonight I felt lost. I felt extremely distant. The smoke and alcohol was affecting me lots tonight.

Dancing was one of my favorite things to do, but whiskey and beer was spilt over everyone. I didn't want that on me.

I instead tried to explore this random guys house who was throwing this thing. It was cute. You could tell it was nice when it didn't have raging hormones and the stench of alcohol and sweat in every room.

There was a tiny studio. Art was laid on the walls beautifully. The room was kept clean and organized.

I sat on the office chair, taking a break as I admired the art.

There was a painting of a flower in a vase with lyrics twirling around. Her laugh was a melody.

A couple was giggling behind the door of the room. You could hear the kisses exchanged between them.

My misophonia was getting the best of me. Sometimes I hated myself for this disorder I can't even control.

My nails were digging into my palms. Fuck.

It was a disorder of the brain. Hatred of certain sounds. Chewing, smacking, kissing, and loud breathing.

I spun my chair around and around. I tried not to focus on the sound, even if I truly couldn't.

It stopped. They were gone.

After a moment I heard cheering and clapping. I followed the sound. It took me to the living room where someone stood with a microphone.

"Yo! How's everyone tonight?"

Screams from the girls were the only reply and a few others, "goods" and whatnot.

It was a guy where all the attention was focused.

Black hair. Dark chocolate eyes behind green tinted glasses. Tall, muscular frame. Attractive, I will say.

A beat started before he started spitting out rhymes. Damn, he was good.

"When I open my eyes, red road
(walking walking walking)
Calls from top celebs
(talking talking talking)
All of these moments are
Always with my dawg
In the future
Always with my thug
The world falls into step with these seven people
We're always always together
Turn up"

Seven people? Wonder who he was talking about.

Everyone was hyping him up.

"I got one more more tonight, well which consists all seven of us. "

Six other guys walked over, bro hugs and all.

The music started. This time all of them danced or sang. Except three of them. The guy from earlier, a blonde, and one with purple hair. Instead they rapped.
I already loved these people.

I wanted to dance like that. With them. Their footwork was amazing. I was curious as to how they kept their voices and breathing so stable.

After they finished everyone came up to them. How come I've never heard of them? I've been to a bunch of parties, none of which I saw them.

They were done for the night and joined everyone to dance. Someone bumped into my shoulder. Ouch. I couldn't help but wince lightly.

There stood the boy that was rapping.

"Woah. Sorry," he smiled once he looked at my face. I smelt the sweet trace of flavoured vodka on him.

"It's fine. Don't worry. I must say you were amazing."

"Thanks, green-eyed girlie." Green-eyed girlie? That was new.

I chuckled lightly. He left to go to his six buddies, but he kept glancing my way. All of them seemed to be having a great time.

The rapper choked one of them in a brotherly way, chuckling. Lowkey sadistic, maybe?

All of those guys were attractive, but something about this one stuck out to me. I couldn't put my finger on it.

One of my favorite songs started playing, The Eve.

I couldn't resist. I did the whole choreography, not realizing that all seven guys were behind me, dancing as well. Holy shit. I was dancing with them?

Everyone was cheering and singing along. My face was tomato red, getting hot.

I turned around as soon as it was over, all the boys chuckling and clapping.

"Amazing."
"How'd you learn those moves?"
"Dude, she's at our level."
"We need her "

All different comments from different guys. I was proud of myself, but didn't want to seem cocky.

"Thanks."

"What's your name?"

"Taeyu. Lee Taeyu."

"I'm Hoseok. Jung Hoseok. Nice to meet you and your moves."

I smiled. They all introduced themselves.

Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook. They called themselves BTS.

I guess they were just recently signed to a big production company and debuting in the next six months. That takes guts honestly to put yourself out there like that.

"Well, we better get going. We've got work at like seven. See you around?"

"Definitely. "

"Actually could I get your number?"

Hoseok wanted my number? My number?

He handed me his phone to type it into the contact box. "Alrighty! Thanks, green-eyed girlie."

The other guys looked at him funny, questioning the dumb nickname.

I nodded. They turned around, walking out. As they did, Hoseok turned around for a moment winking at me.

Why me?