In His Dreams - JiHope

Alone

The next day

Jimin clambered out of the van, there were fans lining up on either side of the building, and he had no make-up on so he pulled his sunglasses down from the top of his head before following the rest of the band members into the practice space. Reaching the double doors into the dance studio, he could already hear the bass of their newest release, the glass in the doors rattling slightly with each beat.

Walking into the building, he saw the others heading to the dressing rooms to change into more comfortable clothes, but his attention was caught by the man in the practice space. Hoseok was free-styling, his head thrown back as he twisted his body, and stepped forward. Each move was precise and beautiful. There was no way the others would have been able to complete the routine, so Jimin knew this was purely Hobi, at his best, dancing like his life was wrapped into each step. Jimin was captivated, he had to hold onto the doorframe to stop himself from joining the older boy and adding his own contemporary flare. He watched as Hoseok spun and came down on his knees, his mind added a body roll before the landing. He realised that he wanted to dance THIS dance, he wanted Hoseok to teach him the choreography so badly it hurt.

But they weren't even talking, and he'd basically forced Hoseok to leave his bedroom and the dorm. Jimin's shoulder's slumped and he turned away from the older boy.

The movement drew the dancer's attention and Hobi watched with sad eyes as his ex-best friend moved out of the doorway. He walked over to the sound system and flicked the song off, wiping his face with a towel, he wasn't feeling the music anymore. 

A/N - Alright my quiet little ghost readers - I need your help.  When I started writing this story it was going to include some smut, but the more I get into it, the less sure I am that it actually fits with the direction this story is going.  So I'm leaving it up to you - Smut or No Smut?  Let me know in the comments.  If I don't get any comments then I'm going to assume you don't need the Smut in your lives and I'll leave it out.