I stood at Shelly's front door, a duffel bag and bookbag hanging from my shoulder. Her apartment actually wasn't far from mine which had surprised me. I glanced at the playground across the street and smiled. It was actually a really nice area, had a playhouse, pool, and shopping stores. Of course, it was outside of LA so it was much cheaper.
Knocking on the door, I got giddy as I heard her voice from the other side.
She swung open the door and laughed excitedly, "(y/n/n)."
"Elly!" I hugged her excitedly. "I can't believe we're finally doing this, it's been too long."
She dragged me inside, "Gosh I know right." I quickly dropped my book bag at the door. Her place was decorated in Navy blue and accents of orange. It was quite calming actually. There was a rustic vibe to the place that would have you think Shelly hadn't decorated the place. She took my duffel bag and threw it inside what I assumed was her bedroom.
I sat on her dark brown couch and began taking off my shoes.
"You can just throw those near the door." I saw the pile of shoes she pointed at that sat clumped near the door and laughed.
Her place was so chill, I was a little in awe. In the corner, she had one of those chairs you typically had outside that could swing around. It was Navy blue and I immediately made a beeline for it, sitting criss-cross applesauce when I reached it. Pulling out my phone, I started scrolling through Instagram. Recently, I started following some BTS fan accounts, trying to figure out what their personalities were like. They would always post about their dances and practices. I listened to some of their music but I never watched a full dance practice.
A blonde head suddenly found its way blocking my screen. "Ohhhhh, BTS huh? Ken has been showing me some Kpop. He showed me your soulmate. You know he's a really good dancer. I mean, basically everyone is, but like he's really sharp and focused. You'd like him. Wait, let's watch it on the TV!"
She plopped down on her couch, the big t-shirt she was wearing almost engulfing her small body. I watched as she went to YouTube and put in Jhope Dancing. The first video to pop up was a 13-minute long compilation. I joined her on the couch, intent to see just how good my soulmate was.
We had only watched 18 seconds and I was already mind blown. How does he move his body like that?
My mouth was probably wide open but I couldn't help it, he was so passionate. Then a scene from a concert came on where he was wearing ripped jeans, a white T-shirt, and a long sleeve purple and blue shirt. His footwork was fantastic. Then he dropped into a split, stood up, and rapidly hip thrust into the camera or so it seemed. All while wearing a big smile.
I couldn't focus after that but it seemed to be the same song. How could he move so seductively?
Better yet, could he do it to me?
I blushed and turned away from the screen. Shelly must've noticed because she paused the video and looked at me questioningly. I literally can't believe that thought entered my mind. Shaking my head gently, I faced Shelly.
"I need some water. Got any?" She handed me a water bottle from the side of the couch, a slight smirk playing on her lips.
She rose an eyebrow, "The hip thrusts got you huh?"
The water practically shot its way down the wrong pipe of my throat as I started coughing loudly after her comment.
"Shelly!" I yelled at her trying to act innocent but I knew a smile had found its way on my face.
She hummed in response and shrug a dainty shoulder. "Gets everyone. Trust me, I'm a sucker for this guy in NCT. Yuta? Yea, that's bae right there. Ken better be glad he found me first."

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Our Shape // J.H x reader: Soulmate Series
FanfictionYou've always had the charm around your neck. You've also had the memory of your soulmate burning in your mind for four years now. You're waiting for fate to bring him back your way. You lost your chance four years ago. This time though, you'll mak...