My Muse || Sope

-Eighteen-

"Heya honey!"

I jumped at the shrieking male behind me. I felt myself blush at the nickname as I faced Hoseok, who had a bright smile on his face. "Honey?"

He shrugged. "Trying it out. Don't like it?"

I chuckled, feeling the blush spread even more when he kissed my cheek. "Definitely not. What other nicknames you got up your sleeve?"

"None, considering I'm wearing a tank top." Hoseok laughed, his mouth opening wide as he clapped his hands together once or twice.

I smirked, leaning close to his ear. "And may I suggest that you wear a tank top literally every second of every day? Because wow!" Same Yoongi, same.

"I will take that under consideration. Anyway, I have dance practice in five minutes. I just wanted to say hi and tell you to be ready for me to pick you up tonight at seven." He winked before running back toward the dance studios, leaving me laughing, watching the beautiful sight in front of me disappear around the corner.

I walked into Namjoon's studio, two coffees in hand. I handed him one, and he gave me a small smile, taking a sip. He had dark bags under his eyes, and his hair was disheveled. "You look dead, dude."

Namjoon rolled his eyes. "I have so much work to do and not enough time in the day." He rubbed his hands up and down on his face in an attempt to wake him up. "Anyway, let's get to work on this track, shall we?"

**

"Fuck." I checked my watch, seeing that it was already 6:30. Namjoon had fallen asleep in his seat, while I worked on the music. I knew he needed to sleep, so I told him to get a few hours. He reluctantly had agreed, but that was four hours ago. I sighed, pulling out my phone and dialing Hoseok.

He answered after only two rings. "Hi sweetie!"

"Ew." I snickered, crinkling my nose.

He laughed on the other end. "Yeah, that was really cringey. Anyway, you ready for date night?"

My smile wiped off my face as I took a deep breath. "About that... Namjoon is overworked and stressed and so I told him to get some sleep while I worked on our project. He's still asleep and we still have a bunch of work to do on this track, and we don't have much time left before the deadline."

"So you want to cancel?"

I nodded, and then realized that he can't see me. "If that's okay? I feel awful. I really hope that you didn't have anything planned. I will be sure to make it up to you."

"Oh? And how do you plan on making it up to me?" I could hear him smirking through the phone.

I chuckled. "Don't get your hopes up, pretty boy."

"Damn." We both laughed at his response. "Well, I will see you tomorrow? I can bring you breakfast to the studio?"

"You are too sweet."

"Sweeter than sweet."

I laughed. He really is the only person who can make me smile and laugh so hard. "Have a good night, Hoseokie."

"You too, kitten."

Silence.

"Too much?"

I giggled. "It's not terrible to stick with until we find something better."

"Deal. Good night kitten. Don't work too hard!"

**

An hour had past and Namjoon finally woke up. He looked at me weird, before realizing what had happened a few hours prior. "Holy shit dude, what time is it?"

I checked my watch. "Almost 8 PM."

His eyes went wide. "Fuck, didn't you have a date tonight?"

I shrugged. "I called him and cancelled. He understands."

"Why won't you tell me who it is?"

I rolled my eyes. "We're just starting out. We don't want everyone to know yet. We are slowly telling people."

"So he works here?"

I shrugged, turning back to the desk. "This is what I did while you were sleeping." I pressed play, watching as he bobbed his head to the beat.

"I like the synth in the background. It's great, Yoongi. What if we added a few strings to this spot here to make it even more dramatic?"

I nodded. "That's perfect. Good idea."

A knock on the door made us both look at each other with our eyebrows raised. Namjoon groaned as he stood up from the chair, walking towards the door and opening it. "Hoseok? Wh-what are you doing here?"

My heart leaped into my throat as I got out of my chair, seeing Hoseok standing there, a bouquet of daisies in his hand. "Hoseokie?"

Namjoon's eyes flicked between me and Hoseok, before they went wide. "Holy fuck! You and Hoseok?"

I smiled widely as I took another step or two toward my boyfriend, wrapping my arms around his waist, leaning into his chest. "Maybeeee."

"So cute." Namjoon cooed as I pulled away from Hoseok's warmth.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

He smiled down at me, handing me the flowers in his hands. "I decided that you could spare half an hour and have dinner with me. I brought a picnic basket full of sandwiches, ramen, and pie."

I was speechless. My mouth continued to open and close as I searched for the proper words to say.

"Yoongi, if you don't keep Hoseok around, I'll steal him from you. God damn that is so sweet."

"I-it is. So sweet. I-" I faced Namjoon, who had a huge smile plastered on his face. "Are you okay with me taking like half an hour?"

He nodded, eyes sparkling. "Hell, take an hour. I'll be here when you get back. Have fun and use protection, kids!"

I flicked him on the head. "I am older than you, asshole." I made my way back over to Hoseok, who reached a hand out, guiding me to the surprise picnic he threw together.

We have only been together a few days and God, I can already feel the butterflies. The excitement. The sheer joy he makes me feel.

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Where can I buy a Hoseok??