𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 | bts imagines

f ❥ | j.hs

fluff
english

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i heaved out a sigh before collapsing on the floor. my chest going up and down, trying to catch up a steady heartbeat. sweat running down my forehead, neck and back.

i have never dance that hard in my life. well, now i have. because in just a few days, i have a competition to win.

" i thought you already went home, " a voice says. i looked at the doorframe of the pracrice room and chuckled.

" yeah. i thought so too. but my mind changed after remembering the competition, " i said as i went back to stare at ceiling above me.

" hey. don't be so hard on yourself, " the voice as i called him, hoseok said as he walked closer towards my laid body. yes, the famous dancer at our district. probably my hometown. he's known to the people as j-hope.

" i know. but i want to. the competition is on the next next next days. i need to be prepared. " hoseok took a seat beside me. i'm still laying on my back. no attempt to move or get up. too tired to do so.

hoseok handed me a water bottle. i mumbled a quick ' thanks '. " you'll do great. i guarenteed. " i sit up. to drink water as i'm really exhausted and thirsty. he rubbed my back once i was comfortably sit.

i smiled. touched by his words. hello, the great-dancer was praising me. plus handsome. lol. let's get back to the story.

" you reminded me of someone, " his sudden words got me shock. i looked at him. expecting an answer. he giggled. wait, he cutely giggled.

" you reminded me of myself, " that is another level of shockiness. i'm speechlees. another reason why i don't reply to his words.

" why so? if i may ask, " i wiggled my eyebrows. he chuckled again before clearing his throat.

" i worked hard too. like you do now. but there's a different. not many people would come at me like i did to you. so, my motivation is double the hard work. because if there's no motivation, you'll do nothing. i had a lot of time depressing because i couldn't get the moves right. i had no one to tell and patted my back, telling i've done enough than i should. i worked my ass off. but... " hoseok trailed, looking at me.

he smiled. kissed my forehead. as he pulled me and side hugged me, he put his head on my shoulder.

" ... during the dance competition. i was dehydrated. exhausted. i didn't sleep. and i didn't eat. my focus was ruined because how hard i try to polish the dance moves. and i ended up on the hospital bed. before my turn. " he let out a sigh and now, our backs against the mirror but his head still on my shoulder. his hand still around my waist. holding me.

" i was devastated when i couldn't show them my dance. knowing i'm pontentionally good at it. so here i am. talking to the love of my life. love, please rest. because i want you to show them your potential, " he proudly said as he lifted his head and kissed my temple.

" hoseok, i'm sweating. " i tried to push him but alas, he's strong. " no you're not. you hear me telling my story. your sweat already dried. now, let's go home and rest, " he pulled me up and i gathered my stuffs.

" hoseok? " he turned his head towards me. i pecked his lips, making him smile. " thank you for the words. i love you. " i smiled.

" i love you too, " he kissed me fully on the lips.

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ayy, english imagine? hell yeah. hahaha