Echo

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"Can I come! Pleassse!" "You've been At this for fifteen minutes Echo!" Namjoon says putting the last of his items In his bag.  I bat my eyelashes in hopes of persuading Hoseok and the others to let me come with them to the dance studio so I can watch them practice. "Ugh...fine but you have to promise you aren't gonna be a distraction." Namjoon sighs picking up his bag from off of the couch. I do a little celebratory dance before following the guys into the van.

_ 15 minutes later _

I hop out of the car eagerly jumping around behind the boys before following them into the building. We all file into an elevator it slowly taking us to the 3rd floor. The elevator is filled with silence everyone seeming tired since we did wake up pretty early. I tried really hard to hold my excitement in until I can't hold it in anymore. "IM SO EXCITED!" I burst out all the boys turn to look at me laughs coming from them. Proud that I could make them smile I sent Namjoon a thumbs up. A small smile appears on Namjoons lips but quickly disappears him turning around abruptly. I slap my hand over my mouth to prevent my excitement from bubbling over even more before turning around and facing the corner of the elevator. The elevator dings letting us know we have arrived on our floor. We exit the elevator walking down the hallway to the last room before entering.

I'm sat in the corner watching in awe as the boys rehearse different songs and new types of choreography. "That's enough for now guys, you can go home."  The room is emptied as all the boys go out of the room after whatever Hoseok said. I scurry over to him curious as to why everyone left. "Practice is over." I nod and before I can ask him why he isn't leaving with the others he speaks. "I stay...later...to practice umm more." He says smiling at me And before I can compliment him on his hard work Namjoon peaks his head through the door. He smiles motioning me over.

I waddle my way over poking him in the cheek. "Are you ready to go, Where is your bag?" I turn around eying my bag in the mirror before my eyes transfix in amazement at Hoseok who is practicing again. I turn back to face Namjoon before shaking my head. "I think I'm gonna stay." I say smiling Namjoon rolls his eyes muttering a fine before turning and walking down the hallway. I shrug at his odd behavior and walk over to Hoseok hopping on his back resting my chin on his head. He stops his motions catching his balance before eying me in the mirror.

"LETS HAVE A DANCE BATTLE!" I yell while waving my hands around almost falling off his back. He laughs at my silliness before dropping me on my butt. "No. I have... more practice." He says returning to what he was doing. I huff standing up before walking over to where I was sitting before. I sit for a few more minutes watching him practice before my boredom gets the best of me and I take in a deep breath. "HOBIII!" He is mid spin when I shout his name startling him. He hits the ground and I immediately regret scaring him as I rush over.

"Are you okay? Oh my gosh I'm so so sorry!" I say helping him sit up. He rolls his eyes at me before flicking my head. "My heart... scared me." He says before slamming his hand on his chest. I laugh before helping him up. "You know what would make you feel better?" I say hope filling my eyes. "What?" He says dusting off his bottoms  "A DANCE BATTLE!" I say rushing over to the speaker before he can protest. I turn on some popular song I have on my phone before turning to Hoseok with a grin.

I shuffle over and grab his hands shimmying us back and forth trying to get him to dance with me. He lets go of my hand dancing around and doing some fancy dance moves before pointing at me. I try my hardest but we only end up laughing at whatever I do.

It's time for us to leave the practice room Hoseok convincing me to walk home with him instead of taking a cab. We travel down the street laughing together before I stop abruptly and point at the neon sign across the street. When Hobi notices I'm not laughing anymore he turns to me and follows my finger to the sign. "Ice cream?" I repeat after Hobi with terrible pronunciation before grabbing his hand and crossing the street haphazardly.

I enter the ice cream parlor excitedly. I push my palms up against the glass gazing at all of the flavors like a child in a toy store. "I'll pay, get whatever." Hoseok says patting me on the head. I turn and hug him before asking the girl behind the counter for a scoop of cookie dough and vanilla. The door to the ice cream shop opens letting in a small gust of wind but I'm too busy standing on my tippy toes to reach the cone being handed to me from over the glass.

A body comes up behind and I feel a hand grab my waist then I watch as someone else takes my cone. I turn around slightly scared until I see Dean standing there I push him off of me the close proximity making me feel awkward before grabbing my cone. I rush to the counter where Hoseok is paying I grab his hand and rush out of the door. "Ah-my ice cream Echo!" He says stopping me in my tracks. I turn to look at him actually remembering what that word meant. "Ice cream. Right!" I let go of Hobi's hand rushing inside and grabbing his bowl off the counter the cashier also handing me Hoseok's extra change. Dean watches me grab the cone with a smirk waving at me as I leave.

"What's wrong with you" Hoseok says grabbing the bowl out of my hand. I ignore him continuing our journey back home.