muse(ic)//mygxreader

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Throwing his right leg around his he let his body get dragged by the force, completing a spin. Letting his left foot slide down at a point, he fell into a front split. His head hung low and his eyes were closed though his expression showed peace within his movements. He let the melody of the song take over his body and was transported into another world.

Bending his body to the side, he planted his hands on the floor and brought his legs up, pushing his arms up he flipped back onto his feet. When he regained upright posture, he opened his eyes. Seeing himself in the dance studio mirror and a red-headed boy sitting the back, watching him closely.

"How'd I do, Hobi Hyung?" Jimin asked as he walked over to the elder to grab the water bottle.

Hoseok licked his lips at the sight of a sweaty Jimin in a low cut, loose top, and tights. His hair was messy and wet from sweat. He looked sexy. He cleared his throat.

"Keep your eyes open. Always face the audience. When you're facing the side or behind you, it cuts you off from the audience and it doesn't feel as imitate as it should. The same goes for closing your eyes. You're doing amazing though," Hoseok said, giving the younger his honest opinion, "Your movements are fluid and don't seem forced."

Jimin nodded. There was a silence, neither wanting to ask what was on their minds. Taehyung hadn't wakened up yet for a week. Jungkook refused to eat or sleep. The rest tried staying strong but it feels like everyone is distracting themselves from harsh reality.

Hoseok cleared his throat, "So, uh," he started awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head, "remember when you said you've never been to the beach during the sunset?" Jimin nodded. "Want to go?"

His eyes lit up. "Are you sure? I don't want to waste your time." He had hope in his voice, the beach was calming for him. His safe place and haven. A place where anxiety and depression and ADHD(a/n if i see anyone hating on any of these or saying Jimin doesn't have ADHD I will delete the hate and say here ik Jimin doesn't *openly* have it but I do and I see traits of it in him and find comfort in it. no i'm not saying Jimin has it irl but only in this fanfic). 

Hoseok chuckled at the younger. "I offered, you're not a waste of time. Ever." Jimin broke out into a wide smile and started to excitedly jump around.

He froze and turned towards the older boy. "Uh, can we stop by my place first? I need to take a shower." Hoseok nodded, curious about the younger's living conditions. 

"Of course," he held out his arm, "Shall we?"

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Jimin unlocked the door to his one-bedroom apartment, allowing Hoseok to follow him inside. He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed, "Sorry, uh, for the mess. I haven't had time . . . to pick up," he sheepishly said, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.

Hoseok looked around and flashes the younger a smile, "It's okay. Mine isn't much better."

He shyly smiled and coughed, "There's food in the fridge. Maybe. I'm not actually sure," he drifted off, "Uh, feel free to look around. Make yourself at home. I'll be out of the shower in a few minutes." With that, he left down the hall, leaving Hoseok to do his stuff.

He looked around, it wasn't as messy as he would have thought. Jimin is a college student with a part-time job. He probably doesn't have much time to clean up his apartment.

He made his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge and cabinets to see the lack of food. A pack of noodles and some fruit that looked a few weeks old. He made a mental note to buy Jimin some proper food.