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Thesis

"Are you coming tonight?" Hoseok asked, shoving food into his mouth. Y/N shook her head.

"I have to submit the outline for my thesis." Hoseok pouted but didn't whine, he knew they'd been keeping her more busy than normal. "And I wanted to practice those moves I'm having problems with."

"If you wait till tomorrow I can be there." Hoseok was her dance partner in the school dance club, keeping Y/N literally on her toes. He was known as the best dancer on campus and it took a lot of practice for someone who had only been dancing three years to keep up.

"It's fine, I can do it myself." She took a sip of her drink. "It's Jimin's turn to host?"

"Did he talk to you about coming?"

"Yeah, I said I would. Which is why I can't come over tonight." The boys hosted parties on the weekends and usually had a get-together at one of their homes during the week.

"You could work on your thesis at the party." Hoseok teased. Y/N tended to disappear once everyone had had several drinks. The one time he sought her out he'd found her in a nook reading a book on Jin's balcony, far away from the noise and drunks. She liked peace and quiet and she didn't like handsey men. Which is why it surprised him that she hung out with them, especially him.

Out of all of them, she was probably most comfortable with Hoseok. Which was ironic since she'd kneed him in the crotch for not respecting her boundaries soon after they'd met. To him, she was a challenge. But not one to conquer. It had completely thrown him that a woman existed who was immune to his advances and he'd found himself....intrigued. Intrigued that there was a woman who didn't care how much money he had or who his parents were or how handsome he looked, she'd tell him off for talking crossly to the Starbucks cashier. Y/N just simply existed in a world of her own and this one didn't touch her. Or so it seemed to him.

Y/N was basically his only female friend. They ate lunch together regularly, sometimes despite her protests he'd drop her off at her apartment off-campus. She had become relatively comfortable around him, as comfortable as she could be around a man. And he benefited from her special talent. He felt like the drama in his fuck life had decreased since meeting her.

Sometimes though he wondered why she hung out with them. She could have a different dance partner, he still wasn't sure why she hadn't requested a change soon after they first met. She didn't have to meet with Namjoon for their weekly language exchange. She didn't have to tutor Taehyung and Jungkook in their history class last semester. Hoseok had given them endless grief over a foreigner knowing more than they did about Korea's history. She didn't have to help Jimin cram during exam time. She didn't have to do any of it. But she did. She was his complete opposite and somewhere in his mind he knew that was the perfect way to start a romantic comedy, except he didn't do relationships.

They had their normal argument about him driving her home, which she won this time. She always insisted she loved walking. So he waved goodbye and drove towards his home, calculating how many cans of beer he should bring to Jin's tonight.

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Her apartment was small so Y/N had to push the couch out of the way before she began practicing. She knew if she didn't do it now she wouldn't feel like it later. For her this was a pleasant afternoon and evening. The spring air had been crisp on her walk home. The candles she lit smelled nice. She wrote the outline by hand because she didn't really feel like looking at a computer screen tonight. It felt sacrilegious somehow, to be surrounded by flickering shadows in the candlelight and be disconnected from everything, and yet to type on a laptop.

And that would be why it was almost midnight before she checked her phone. The boys had updated their social media profiles with selfies and she rolled her eyes but smiled a little. She scrolled through before noticing the message icon and tapping it, only to instantly freeze.

Elaine. She hadn't heard from Elaine in a long time. She appreciated everything the girl had done for her, all the tears she'd let be shed on her shoulders. They talked occasionally still. Elaine was working on her career and had gotten married, so she didn't have a lot of time to talk anymore. If she was being honest, Y/N was the reason they'd grown apart. She hadn't been able to get time off to fly back home for Elaine's wedding. And despite Elaine's friendship there was a part of her that felt....second best. Like she and everyone else had picked him. Would always pick him. Were so focused on her admitting her faults that they glossed over his major wrongs.

But that wasn't why she froze. She still looked forward to Elaine's messages. No, it was the message itself. It was long but only one sentence stood out, one message that Y/N read over and over.

He wants to talk to you.