Dance With Me

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⚠️WARNING: this fanfic includes themes of self-harm, suicide, depression, abuse, mental health issues and things of that nature. If any of these things are triggering or make you uncomfortable than I suggest you do not read this book. ⚠️
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Yoongi's Pov

  I slowly open my eyes and look around the room. After some minutes my eyes adjust to the darkness and I reach out over to my nightstand. I grab my phone and check the time, it's 5:47AM. I sigh quietly and toss my blankets off, standing up and walking over to my door. I open it quietly and step out into the hallway, making sure to not make too much noise. I enter the kitchen and flick on the light, I squint my eyes quickly for a second before opening them fully again.
  I open the fridge and take out a water bottle. I twist open the cap and take a swift drink from it before closing it. I close the fridge and turn off the light, taking my water bottle with me. I go back to my room quietly and close the door behind me. I go to my desk and feel around for the lamp. When I find it I switch it on and grab out my journal. I take a pen from the cup on my desk and flip to a new page. I write 'Music Project Ideas' and begin writing down a few different ideas, like lyrics, themes, etc. I continue writing for the next few hours until 9:07. I close my journal softly and set the pen down. I crack my knuckles and stand up. I go over to my closet and grab a pair of light wash blue jeans with holes at the knee, along with a black hoodie that says 'MasterMind' across it. I go to the bathroom and take a quick shower. I get out and get dressed and go back to my room. I put on a pair of black high top converse and grab my phone, earbuds, and my wallet. I put my journal in my backpack and pull it over my shoulder. I walk out to the living room and see Namjoon there.

"Good morning hyung."

He says with a smile. I nod and mumble one back, not really feeling good enough to return a smile. We walk out in silence and go down to the lobby and walk out to our first class. I grab my headphones out and plug them in and start listening to music. I don't mean to come off as rude to Namjoon, really. I just don't feel like talking today. He knows I get like this sometimes and I don't think it bothers him too much. He at least doesn't show it if it does. But Namjoon isn't the guy to just let something like that go unnoticed if it did bother him, he likes to talk things out. Which I appreciate in all honesty, it's refreshing to know someone who doesn't just let everything build up and release all at once. Sure we've gotten into arguments but they always end up with both of us apologizing and we work it out. Namjoon has probably been the only person I've ever had a stable relationship with. I've had some many friends who were terrible and I ultimately just stopped talking to all together because they weren't my kind of people. Me and my dad have an okay relationship it's just not a strong one. We fight fairly often and we've never been very close. But he's a good dad, I know he means well.
We enter the classroom and go to our separate seats. I set my bag down beside me and take out my pen and journal. I also take out my left earbud. Soon enough all the dance students walk in and find their partners. Soon enough I see the boy from yesterday only with light brown hair instead of the faded pink from yesterday. He sits next to me and leans his head on his hand that's resting on the desk next to mine. He watches me write for a moment before speaking.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable yesterday." He says with a quiet and soft tone.
That's definitely not what I was expecting.

"It doesn't matter. Let's just start working."

He nods in agreement and I slide my journal over to him. I show him each of my ideas and put a check next to each one he likes. He also adds in a few of his own ideas and I write the ones I like.

"How long do you think it will take you to finish the song? Cause I can't start coming up with the choreography until it's complete."

"Probably only a week or so. We have a full month to get this done anyways." I shrug.