Hopeless Romantic : BTS and You fanfics

Hoseok

I could not believe the mockery I got the other night. It was one thing for total strangers to laugh at my poor dancing skills....but my own friends! We're they my friends? How could they laugh?? I needed to find a way to show everyone that I could dance. But maybe dance classes was the way to changing that.

All day Monday, I spent every second I could online searching for a dance class. But everything I found was either expensive or too far out of town. And I did not have the money to waste on travel and time. My part-time job would not cover it all.

Tuesday came and went, with no luck still. Wednesday arrived, and I made my way to the community center around six in the evening. I had received a text message from a friend saying there were free dance classes for a month, with first time registration.

I rush over, hoping for an available slot. Huffing and wheezing, I trip my way into the classroom. A girl is walking around with a clipboard, taking down names.

"Attention everyone! There are only three slots left! If I don't have your name yet, please come forward!" At that, I stumble over other students, and land at the girl's feet. My clumsiness proved that I needed the dance class.

"Whoa. Are you okay?" A gentle hand reaches down and helps me to my feet. Looking up, I realize that Hoseok is standing right next to me, still holding my arm. Hoseok: the little eight-year-old brat from next door that I used to babysit when I was thirteen years old. His family moved away after his ninth birthday.

Could this really be him?! He was handsome!! And....wait....is he the instructor?!??

"Alright everyone! Let's get into rows and get the party started!" He signals to the girl to start the music. I find a spot close to the back of the class. I couldn't let him recognize me. I'm too much of an embarrassment.

**

I struggle through the sets and nearly collapse at the end. Learning to dance is hard work. I can feel the sweat running off the side of my face as I lay on the floor with my eyes shut. Taking several deep breaths, I imagine myself lying on a beach on a private island....far far away from the judgmental jerks at the club.

"Hahah! How are you feeling?" I hold my breath at the sound of Hoseok's voice. How could an ungrateful brat, which used to play tricks on me, turn into a handsome, charming and talented dancer? I quickly get to my feet, avoiding eye contact.

"I'm great! Class was great! I gotta go! Bye!" Some of the other students were giving me strange glances. Maybe I had been shouting....I'm not really sure.

I manage to make it out into the hall. Alone at last, Hoseok's sweet smile flashes through my mind. I shake it off. I can't think about him. He's the instructor. And a kid....right??

"Hey....you got a sec?" Carefully turning around to face him, my heart racing, I clutch my bag tightly.

"Um, actually, I'm kind of in a hurry..." I wave my hand around towards the exit, hoping that I could get some fresh air soon. My head was starting to spin. Then the hallway was spinning.

**

I open my eyes. Somehow I was lying on the hall bench, with someone's sweatshirt snuggled under my head. I turn my head to find Hoseok coming towards me with a water bottle, eyes shining bright.

"Oh good. You're awake. You really scared me. Here, have a drink." He opens the bottle while I sit up. This is a surprise. I've never fainted before. "You're a little pale. Do you want to see a doctor? I'll take you." So sweet. I can't help but smile.

"No...I'm ok. Thank you." Before I could stop myself, I kiss him on the cheek. He blushes and tries to hide I very large smile.

"I'm glad y/n...and sorry about my behavior when we were kids." So he did remember me. But I guess that actually made me happy.

"Well....I forgive you." I reply with a chuckle. He chuckles too.

"Um, hey, since it's still early, and I'm 21 now, how about we go grab a drink? My treat?" Even his voice charming voice wouldn't let me say 'no'.

"Ok. But only if you promise to hang out with me regularly." I reply, giving him a sly smirk. He chuckles again and sighs deeply.

"Ok. But only if you promise to date me." My chest tightens. He was serious. But I felt serious too. I reach over and hold his hand, squeezing a little.

"Ok. So let's call tonight our first date."