Autumn Angel | JHS ✔

.thirty-six.

The familiar beat and mood controls all 600+ muscles of my body. I allow myself to lose control and let my body do whatever it wants to do. 

"Dah ra pah! Ra bahbahbah! Yes!" My eyes open when I know that I've come up with the next movement for the dance I was currently choreographing. I run to the front of the room and bend down to look at the comments on my phone. "That was fire, but I can't remember what I did." I laugh alone and watch comment after comment pop up, accompanied by hearts lifting out and floating, fading away to the side. 

With increased activity on my social media, my platform was growing larger than ever, and I had started donating half of my income from the sponsors and ads to fundraisers and non-profits. It was the only good thing that truly came out of this new position. 

I set down my phone again, setting down a couple hundred people at the same time, and stand back in the center of the room, waiting for the music to start so I can figure out the rest of the choreography. Everything else in the world fades away and I'm left with only the music to guide my thoughts and actions. I'm free from anything holding me down, any fears and insecurities, and my lips subconsciously lift as my limbs move on their own. When the next portion of the dance flows out of me, I jump up and down, applauding. 

When my hands drop, however, the applauding continues. I turn around to spot a man, his smile radiating with pride and happiness, and his hair turned a strawberry-blonde. I turn around to spot the man I had not seen in over a month. My limbs once again have a mind of their own as I'm carried over to Hoseok who is smiling at me with his arms wide open. I jump onto him, clinging on like a koala, and wanting to never let go. Wind ruffles my curls as Hoseok spins me around. 

"Hobi." 

"Angel." 

I lean back to look down at him and plant kisses all over his face. He laughs and leans forward to lock his lips with mine but I turn my head at the last moment. "I'm on a live," I whisper. 

His eyebrows raise and he discreetly places a final kiss on my neck before setting me down. Our arms remain wrapped around each other. 

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" I ask with a pout. 

Hoseok laughs and kisses my forehead. "I wanted to surprise you. I had to call Jay to ask where you were and ended up buying some tiramisu on the way." 

My arms tighten around him as I pull him close for another hug. "You're amazing. I missed you." 

Hoseok chuckles and my soul nearly leaves my body, finally having heard the sound it had missed so dearly. "I missed you too, Angel." 

I step out of the embrace and turn off the music that had still been playing the background. 

"Were you choreographing something?" Hoseok asks, bringing the box of cake over to where my phone stood propped against the wall. 

I nod and lie down on my stomach next to him. "Can you get my pills?" I ask and point to the corner. "They're in that bag over there." 

While Hoseok gets my cure to my lactose intolerance, I carefully take the cake out of the box and start to immediately salivate. I'm sure that by now, the comments on the live are flooding in faster than ever, and I force myself to not look at them, afraid of getting discouraged from seeing only Hoseok's name. 

A water bottle is handed to me and I take a sip before dropping in the pill afterwards to swallow. "For my lactose intolerance," I explain to the camera. 

Hoseok lies down on the floor next to me, resting on his stomach. We stare at each other with smiles, unable to express with words how happy and grateful we both felt in the moment. When I take the first bite of the cake, I close my eyes and restrain myself from moaning. "Are you not going to eat?" I ask when I open my eyes, noticing how Hoseok was just watching me with a smile. 

"Can you feed me?" he whispers in my ear. 

I tilt my head and look at him. "For the camera?" I ask, mouthing the words. 

Every particle of my soul begs him silently to shake his head, so when he nods, my heart breaks. However, I force myself to keep on my smile and lift up a piece of the cake to his mouth. Hoseok makes cute sound effects as his lips clamp over the fork and I force out a laugh. He just smiles at me and turns his attention to the comments on my phone. 

"Look at all of these questions," he says, pointing to my phone. Comments of excitement have now turned to questions of curiosity, and they seem endless as more continue to show. Considering how Hoseok and I have never sat down to talk about our relationship for the public, the plethora of questions wasn't surprising. 

"Do we answer them?" 

Hoseok and I look at each other, both of us tilting our heads as we think. When we notice the similar actions, we burst out in laughter, our hands clapping together. The additional identical habit has us laughing even harder and Hoseok leans towards me, resting his head on my shoulder while I grow silent. 

"I think it's unfair how I've only picked up your habits," I say. 

"Not true!" Hoseok counters, his eyes widening. "I started tilting my head more since I met you." 

Both of us laugh again. "Yeah, but I seriously only started clapping when I met you. It's not like you rub your ear or anything." 

Hoseok grins at me. "Should I? Do you want me to?" Hoseok tucks an imaginary piece of hair behind his ear before starting to rub vigorously and I start to laugh again. We turn our attention back to the comments again which are now filled with compliments of how cute we were and our chemistry. 

"Can you help me choreograph?" I ask, starting to stand up. 

Hoseok nods and takes both of my hands, using me as support to help him push himself onto his feet. "Can you show me what you have so far?" 

I nod before running over to my phone to play the music. The first thirty seconds of the song pass by while I show him everything I had been able to come up with within the last hour. While I dance, Hoseok tries to follow along with me, and after running through the choreography with him a only once, he has the routine down. Hoseok nods along. "Okay, then how about after that we do something like this?" He freezes. "Wait, how does the song go again?" 

I laugh, the silent sound being accompanied by my clapping, and then run over to the side of the room. "I don't want to do this," I say, sliding down the wall. "Can you choreograph the rest for me?" 

Hoseok runs over to me, laughing, and picks me up. "No, we're doing this together." 

He places me down onto my feet in the center of the room and then runs over to my phone to turn on the song. My body has no choice but to dance along as it tries to figure out the rest of the dance. Within thirty minutes, we've established a couple more counts of the song, and I'm slowly starting to feel the drug of fatigue take over. 

Hoseok touches my shoulder. "Are you okay? You seem a little tired. Do you want to go home for now?" 

I let out a yawn and nod. 

"Okay, stay right here. I'll end the live and gather your things." 

Hoseok returns in a few minutes and I take my bag and phone with a grateful, tired smile. We walk out of the building and Hoseok stops. I turn around to face him, my expression asking the question. 

"We're getting closer to comeback," he says after a moment. "I don't know how often we'll be able to see each other." 

I smile and bring him in for a hug. "I understand. It's going to be hard, but I'll support you through everything. Try to call and text?" 

Hoseok nods and presses a kiss to my forehead. He leads me to the edge of the sidewalk and hails a taxi. When one slows, I slide into the backseat. With a wave of a hand, the car moves forward and Hoseok fades away, growing further and further from my reach until I can't recognize him anymore among the lights and loud sounds of the rest of the world.

//

Hi again.

So I came across this choreography while writing this story, and though it's not really related to the story, I just wanted to share it because I love it so much.