Autumn Angel | JHS ✔

.twenty-eight.

"Angel." Tears roll down my face and I hear Hoseok scoot his chair closer so I can lean into his side. 

"It's too much. It's too much," I whisper into his shirt. 

"Let it all out. No one is here. Just let everything out." 

Hands stroke my hair and rub up and down my arms. I was so tired of this. I was so tired of crying. I was so tired of the expectations, the uncertainty, the watching eyes and cameras. I didn't know what I was supposed to do, how I was supposed to act. This no longer felt like my life, but like I had been forced to take the place of someone else's. 

"Do you want to go out for some tiramisu?" 

A small smile finds its way onto my face and I nod. And then I frown. "Does that mean we have to go out? Where other people will be watching us?" 

Hoseok tilts his head. "I can ask one of my members to pick something up for us." 

I let out a breath, beyond relieved that I didn't need to go outside and be conscious of how I even breathed. With a nod, Hoseok grins down at me and takes out his phone to text one of his members. 

"I know you want me to communicate and all that crap, and I will," I say. "I will when I sort out my thoughts and how I'm feeling. But right now, can we just talk about something else? I want to take my mind off of everything and pretend that everything is normal." 

Hoseok's smile stays in place and he nods. "Follow me," he says, standing up and grabbing my hand. 

"Where are we going?" I ask as he leads me out of the room and down the hallway, having to partially jog to keep up with his long legs and faster pace from his excitement. "Hobi, hold up!" I say loudly, laughing. 

"Come on, come on." He bounces on his feet as we wait for the elevator. Both of us grin at each other, out of breath. "There's that beautiful smile I love. I told you: you're most beautiful when you're happy." 

I don't know how to respond but with a laugh and we practically hop into the elevator car when it opens. "Where exactly are we going? Is there some sort of entertainment level in this building?" 

Hoseok laughs. "No, but this is even better." 

The doors open and Hoseok grabs my hand again. We don't walk far until he stops in front of a door and pushes it open without hesitation. The room is extremely spacious and large, the back housing a clutter of miscellaneous objects, but the rest of the room remaining as a large, open area. Two walls serves as an entire mirror and Hoseok runs to the center. He spins rapidly, bringing his arms closer to his center as he spins faster, and then drops to his knees, spreading his arms wide and extending his wingspan with a smile. 

I laugh and applaud him. "Impressive. But why did you bring me here?" 

Hoseok gets back up onto his feet and grabs both of my hands to bring me closer into the room. "We've mentioned briefly before that we wanted to choreograph something together. I think it's going to be a great stress reliever anytime you feel overwhelmed, and it's something for us to do together." 

My smile continues to grow as he keeps talking, I feel like it's going to split my face in half. When he's finished, I can't help but laugh and throw my arms around him, jumping up so my legs wrap around his waist. "You're amazing, you know that?" I ask as I litter kisses all over his face. He laughs and presses a kiss to my lips. "How do you always manage to make me feel better when I'm at my worst?" My legs loosen their hold around his waist and I once again stand on my two feet. "The first step would be choosing a song," I say, rummaging in my backpack for my phone.