Hold Me Tight

Chapter 3

The next day, I tried to focus on work. Keep your head in the game, Y/N. I walked into the BigHit building so I could spend the day practicing. I've always loved dancing, even when it was in secret. It made me feel strong, confident, & beautiful. I stepped into the BigHit building, and reserved a practice room.

I got into the room and sat on the floor as I stretched out my legs. I couldn't get Jhope off my mind, about why he gave me his number. Does he just want to be friends? Does he just want to hook up? I sighed and tied my hair into a half up, half down style. I jumped up from my seat, played Halsey's Without Me. As I began to dance, the lyrics forced images of my last relationship ran through my head.

I woke up to one of our phones buzzing. We had switched places in bed last night, so when I looked at the phone on the night stand it was EX-SO / N's. My eyes adjusted to gaining consciousness, and I saw a message from another girl.

Good morning baby ;)

I read the message & unlocked his phone, to see a naked mirror selfie from this girl. I had suspicions before, but told myself it came from my own insecurities. But my fear had been validated at this moment. I sat up in the bed & looked at him, covering my naked body as tears began to build. I stood up, and dressed myself. Sadness & anger raged inside of me, I started shaking uncontrollably while I contemplated what I was going to do. EX-SO / N awoke, and looked at me.

"What's wrong?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows and rubbing his face to wake himself up. I couldn't say anything, I froze. The tears started streaming down my face.

"Hey...." he said concerned. I sat at the foot of the bed, began to bawl uncontrollably. He crawled over to me & placed his hands on my shoulders to try to calm me down. I winced at his touch, and stood up quickly.

"Don't you fucking touch me." I hissed, feeling the harshness in my tone. He looked at me, confused. I tossed the phone in his lap, exposing the photo of the naked girl.

"Why were you looking through my phone?" He said angrily. I scoffed at him.

"That shouldn't matter EX-SO / N! 2 years and this is what you do?!" I screamed. "How long?!"

He hunched his head, refusing to look at me. I laughed at him sarcastically. As I tried to leave, he hugged me at my waist and begged me to stay. I couldn't help but cry at his desperate reaction. I laid my hand atop his head as he looked up at me with sorrowful tears. I pushed him away from me, and walked out to never look back again.

The song ended  and I stood in place panting. I placed my hands on my head, breathing in & out, trying to rid the memories for the moment. I noticed the door open, Jhope poking his head in and smiling. When he walked in the room, I felt a sense of relief.

"I heard the music & decided to peek inside." He said, walking into the room & shutting the door behind him. "You're really good" I felt myself blush at his compliment.

"Thank you." I smiled at him. He walked over to me smoothly.

"Did you enjoy your sandwich?" he said with a smirk. Fuck, do I play it off? Like I didn't see his number?

"Uugghh.." I said as my mouth dropped, it turning into a nervous smile. I suck at lying. "Y-yeah.. It was pretty good." He slightly frowned, then looked up at me.

"Wanna dance?" he said with a small smile. You can't say no, Y/N. It's an honor. I nodded, excitedly biting my lip. "Start stretching." he said keeping his smile and starting to scroll through his phone. He hooked up his phone to the monitors, Location by Khalid starting to play.

"Good choice," I said chuckling at him. "Are you going to teach me something?" He shook his head.

"Improvise, just feel the music." he said beaming as we got into position. Challenge accepted.

He started moving fluidly, showing off his skills. As the lyrics began, I moved my body with his voice, rolling my body. I could feel Jhope's gaze on me. We both moved to the song, he'd inch his way closer to me. I stretched my arms above my head, intertwining my fingers together as I twirled. He caught me with his arm around the small of my back, leading our movements. His touch startled me, but I was able to keep with the beat. Our eyes met and as the song ended, he spun me, parting us from each other, and we finished the song.