My Muse || Sope

-Nine-

Hoseok's POV

My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest as I made my way back to the dance studio. My face still felt flushed, my hands clammy, and my mind racing.

I fucking kissed him...

On the lips...

And he asked me to kiss him again...

What does that mean??

I don't even know why I kissed him. Did I like him? Sure, I always enjoyed his presence and he made me laugh. Plus, everytime he smiles it makes me smile wider and my heart beat faster. Crap. I like Min Yoongi.

I felt a pat on my back, making me shake my head of all of the swarming thoughts I was having. I faced Jimin, who had a slight smirk to his face. "So, did you give it to him?"

I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Give him what?"

Jimin rolled his eyes before pointing at my hand. "Obviously you didn't. You went after him to give him his phone, which he had left on the bench, dumbass." He flicked me on the forehead, making me pout.

"I am your hyung, who the hell gave you permission to flick me?"

He snickered as he walked across the large studio. "Namjoon told me I had to keep you in line."

"In line?" I scoffed before my hand wrapped tighter around Yoongi's phone. I ran a hand through my hair nervously before telling Jimin I would go return the phone.

On the walk to Yoongi's studio (I lowkey spelled it "stoodiu" and I officially am declaring myself insane), I chuckled as a thought popped in my head. I glanced at his phone in my palm for a few steps before nodding, finding his contacts list and putting my number in. I couldn't help but take note of the sheer lack of contacts. In fact, he only had Taehyung, and then a few other work numbers. There was not a single number that could've belonged to any member of his family, and that worried me tremendously. I chose to quit being nosy and exited out of the list.

I knocked softly on his studio door, and he answered it a moment later with a confused look on his face.

"Hey Hoseok. What's up?"

He's so casual now.

Why is he not feeling as awkward as I am right now?

Yoongi POV

He looks so calm. I don't know how he does it. I literally feel like I'm about to explode.

He smiled at me, only making the urge to explode stronger. He handed me something, which I recognized a second later as my phone. I raised an eyebrow as I pocketed it.

"You left it in the dance studio. That's why I went to find you after you left. So, there you go!"

"Ah, yes. Thank you, Hoseok. Um, I'll see you around I guess?"

He nodded before leaning close and whispering, "I put my number in your phone for you, so now you can see me anytime you want." He winked before walking off. I watched him for a moment before realization hit me.

I barricaded myself in my studio once more as I picked up my phone and scrolled through my short list of contacts. Sure enough, there his name was. I felt the sweat drip down my brow as it continued to hit me that he would've seen all of the people in my contacts, or lack thereof. He's a smart guy. He probably connected the fact that the only person in my contacts who is "family" is Taehyung.

"Well, fuck."

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Nice little filler. 🎉🎉