Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Just Dance

I'm grateful for the chance to sleep in yet excited to fill my afternoon with all things Hoseok. However, I get a text message from him around 11 a.m., apologetically informing me that there's been a change of plans. Apparently, there was a switch in the schedule and he has to stay to work on some new choreo. I assure him that it's alright, but he completely catches me off guard with an alternative.

So you will come?

Me? You want me to come to your dance practice?

Yes 😍

Am I even allowed?

Of course!

That seems odd, but who am I to argue? He informs me that it'll just be him and their dance director anyway since the other members are either recording, in meetings or napping. Their work ethic truly amazes me. I revise my outfit choice from a maxi dress to leggings, an off-the-shoulder top, and sneakers. I still want to look cute though, so I spend a little extra time on my hair and give my skin a nice summery glow with makeup. A little after noon, Manager Sejin arrives to pick me up. He's as pleasant as always, although quiet. I don't mind. He works as hard as the guys and probably could use a bit of peace.

The company building is nothing like I expect. Actually, it's just a building. I don't know why I thought there'd be a big, gaudy gold marquee in the front or something. The guys are famously humble and down to earth. I doubt they'd be comfortable associating with a company that boasted the opposite.

I'm nervous as hell as I follow Sejin through the lobby and to the elevator bay. My anxiety seems to rise with every floor we climb. It's insane, truly. But I can't help but feel like this is crossing into major forbidden territory, at least where the contract is concerned. What would I tell people if they asked? And would my presence be welcomed in their professional space? Honestly, I want to ask Manager Sejin to take me back home, but even that seems too daunting. It's evident that I'm a foreigner and the dozen or so staff members we've passed have made no qualms about staring. Shit, this was a mistake.

However, every worry, every ounce of fear is dispelled the moment I see him.

Hoseok stops what he's doing mid-choreo, his face instantly illuminating the already bright practice room when he smiles at me. He jogs over to where I am paused at the entranceway and doesn't hesitate to grasp both of my hands to gently pull me inside.

"Violet! It's so good to see you. Come in, come in."

My heart is soaring. This incredible, beautiful man is excited to see me. Like he's waited his entire life just to welcome me into his world. No one has ever been this eager to make me a part of their day. I remember when I first started teaching, and how my kids would squeal with delight whenever they'd see me in a place that wasn't the classroom. As if they couldn't believe that I didn't sleep and eat solely in the 1st-grade corridor. That's what this feels like. Like Hoseok is enamored with the idea that I exist outside his apartment.

The practice room smells as I expected—like sweat and hard work. However, Hobi smells good. I don't know how that is possible, considering the sheen of perspiration resting on his brow. I swear, his natural scent could be bottled and sold if he smells this amazing after hours of rehearsal plus a supplemental choreo session.

"Are you sure it's ok for me to be here?" I whisper, feeling the eyes of scrutiny from the staff.

"Of course! You are very welcome. I'm glad you came."

I noticed that Hobi has a tendency to exaggerate certain words for emotional effect, which comes from a true understanding of the English language. It's evident he's not a native speaker or as advanced as Namjoon, but his pronunciation is spot on. Communication will be easy between us.