#request nights

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Were you wanting to use this space? I can leave!” He’s a busy man, part of one of the most popular groups in the world. His schedule, without a doubt, he super messy and crazy. You really don’t want to be the reason as to why he doesn’t get a chance to practice.

“No, no it’s no issue. You can stay, it’s just nearly two in the morning is all and I’m surprised you’re still here. You need sleep, you know.” Looking to the clock on the wall, you confirm that it is in fact two in the morning. Huh, just when did it get that late? The last time you checked it was only about eleven. Humming a bit, you look back to him and give a small smile.

“Ah, yeah. I haven’t gotten the dance down yet for my groups next single. I don’t want to disappoint anyone so… Here I am.” He nods along, stepping a bit closer as he looks you up and down. You know you don’t look the cutest, drenched in sweat and tired as hell, but this is Hoseok that you’re talking to, and you won’t miss the chance.

“Maybe I can help you? Do you have any videos of the dance? I’d like to compare it to what you’re doing if that’s alright with you.” Well, you’re going to die now apparently. You’ve heard rumors of how serious the man can get when it comes to dancing, especially if he’s the teacher. You nod silently, trying not to panic as you run to your bag for your phone. It might be scary, but you will not give up the chance to learn from him. No fucking way.

You wander back quickly to where he stands with his bad in hand, a gentle smile on his face. Scrolling through your phone, you find one of the recordings of your practice and give it to him promptly. He watches it once, then again, then again with you standing by his side. He makes a few comments, mostly about how much he likes it, and you can’t help but to heat up at the subtle affection in his voice.

“Alright, I think I have a pretty solid understanding of how it should go. Which parts do you need help with?” Snapping your head up to look at him, and he looks back with a beautiful smile.

“Wow, you’re so quick! I don’t think I could get a solid grip just from watching a few times…” Hoseok chuckles a bit, bringing a hand up behind his head to rub at his neck as he looks away shyly. He’s honestly such a cutie, it’s unbelievable.

“I’ve been having issues with the last part, or I guess the small break in the last 20 seconds. I have to move independently from the rest of my group and I get all mixed up.” He hums a little, but listens closely to your words.

“Alright, that’s not so bad! Here, let me see you run through it really quick to understand better.” Hoseok drops his bag down and walks in front of the mirror, you hot on his heels. He nods at you, and you turn in the stereo to let you groups latest single echo through the room. Trying your best to ignore his very distracting presence, you flow through the dance with his eyes zeroed in on you.

You glide, sway, shimmy, do everything you’re supposed to. It feels pretty natural, all except for the ending. Hoseok’s nodding to himself, and even claps at the end of your performance. A true compliment from someone as talented as he is.

“You’re actually doing really well, and I think you have the moves down. The issue, from what I can tell is that you’re just stiff. Try and loosen up a bit, like this.” Before anything else, he takes off his hat and slides his mask off fully, and shit if you thought the man was cute before…

He plays the ending back, and dances along to it flawlessly. Every part of him moves with grace, and his composure is spot on. You’re honestly blown away by his ability to pick up the dance so quickly, you’ve only seen it in person in passing a few times. Before he has time to say anything when he finishes, you speak up.

“That! That’s what I’m trying to do, oh my god, you looked so flawless!” This time a giggle leaves his lips, a faint flush coming to his face. It’s gotta be from the dancing… right?

“You really do flatter me… But I think you could do just as good, if not even better then me. Here, come stand in front of me. Is it okay if I touch you?” You confirm that it is before you do as you’re told, standing in front of him and the mirror. It reflects not only you, but Hoseok standing close behind you. He puts his hands on your shoulders, holding you in place.

“Alright, I want you to run through the moves of that last twenty or so seconds slower. Move me along with you.” You begin, swaying slowly with his arms attached to you. His hands push and pull slightly, directing you where things should and shouldn’t go. You watch him in the mirror as his own eyes roam over your body, checking for miscalculations, and maybe checking out something else.

“Again.” He whispers it, lips relatively close to your ear as his hands move from your shoulder and down to your waist. You shudder slightly from the constancy, but do as you’re told. He moves with you, only changing your position and murmuring words of wisdom when need be. He feels warm against you, solid, comforting even.

“See, you’re starting to get it!” Hoseok steps back from you, the warmth leaving with him. Frowning a bit, you move again, this time liking what you see in the mirror. It clicks then that this, this is how it should look. You look nearly perfect, your own flaws only making your movements even better.

“I’ve got it yes, but I still don’t think I could ever compare to you. I uh… watched the dance practice you released last week. It was fantastic.” Again, he giggles, a rather endearing quality. It’s like a bell almost, pretty and light as it reverberates off the walls of the room.

“Well… I guess that makes us even, because I watched a dance practice from your group a few days back. You looked great, you’re really a fantastic dancer _____.” It’s finally your turn to giggle, looking away from the handsome man. It grows quiet for a bit before Hoseok clears his throat, his voice wavering ever so slightly.

“You should head home now, get some rest. But, uh… I could help you practice again tomorrow sometime. Maybe durning the day even? I have some free time, and we could go get coffee…?” You blink owlishly at him for a moment before the biggest grin splits onto your face. A coffee date with Hoseok…?

“There are so many… Maybe the salted caramel? Or the chocolate dream? Oh there’s also… mint chocolate.“ There’s a plethora of flavors to pick from, countless machines dispensing the frozen delight. But of course, mint chocolate had to be one of them. Disgusting. Namjoon wanders over closer to where you stand in front of the offending flavor, peering in at the selection of frozen yogurt. He spots the mint chocolate you’re glaring at and winces, eyebrows furrowing.

“I, uh, don’t really like mint chocolate baby... But if you like it that’s great! There’s nothing wrong with that, heh.” Turning to him slowly, you try not to laugh as he smiles painfully down at you. Apparently he thinks you like the wretched flavor and is trying not to hurt your feelings. How positively sweet of him, your big teddy bear of a boyfriend.

“Well, that’s fantastic because it tastes like shit. I mean, who wants to eat ice cream that tastes like toothpaste. Godless heathers, that’s who.” His look of wariness quickly turns into a grin, dimples popping out of his cheeks as his eyes crinkle slightly as he chuckles. Grabbing your hand, he tugs you along to the next area, promptly swerving the area dedicated to mint chocolate. A man after your own heart, he is.

“It does indeed. Like toothpaste, and who wants to eat toothpaste? Weirdos, that’s who.” You nod along sagely as he repeats your words, glad to know that your man has some taste. You wouldn’t be mean to him about it, of course not, but you would have teased him relentlessly if he actually liked it.

You spot two of your favorites, cake batter and cookies&cream, and decide to get a little crazy. You mix the two together as Namjoon grabs some of the chocolate dream, a move you expect from him. He’s never liked vanilla much from what you’ve learned. You giggle quietly as he accident spills some of the froyo over the edge of his cup.

“Well, either way, I do enjoy frozen yogurt Joonie, so thanks for bringing me here love.” Namjoon looks to you, eyes filled with warmth and comfort and everything you want. He cups your cheek lightly with his free hand before leaning in to leave a chaste kiss against your forehead.