15 year old me. 16 year old Hoseok.

"Nozomi Tsumita, you're late! We were supposed to start our duet practice an hour ago, what gives?" Hoseok exclaimed. One look at my best friend and fresh tears returned to my eyes. His demeanor completely switched lanes as he walked over and enveloped me in a tight hug. I let out loud sobs into his chest, ugly crying shamelessly. Hoseok gently caressed my hair, holding me tightly and firmly to him. "Oh, Zomi. What's wrong?" He asked softly. I sniffled and pulled away from his chest, my eyes red and still watery.

"Yoongi...he broke up with me." I choked out through the lump in my throat. For the first time I had ever really seen, anger flashed in Hobi's eyes. Sure, I'd seen him annoyed when he got a bad grade, or frustrated when he couldn't pick up choreography, but never like this. Never genuinely pissed off.

"I'm gonna kick his ass." He said. I stopped him with my hands on his shoulders.

"Hobi, no." I said, my voice hoarse from crying. His angry features softened. "I need you here. Not beating up Min Yoongi." Hobi managed a small smile, taking my hands off his shoulders and intertwining our fingers.

"You're right. That's what Kito is for." Hoseok informed me matter-of-factly, and I managed a laugh. He squeezed my small hands gently in his larger ones. "C'mon. Let's dance it out." He said. That was another thing Hoseok and I did. We would use some of our earnings from street performing to rent out the studio for a night and have a mini dance party. Sometimes we would choreograph, sometimes we wouldn't. Sometimes we would just jump around looking like idiots who had never taken a class in their lives, and sometimes I would give Hoseok an impromptu ballet class. What we were supposed to be doing tonight was choreographing a contemporary-hip hop fusion piece for the upcoming recital, but Hoseok delegated that to the back burner.

Hoseok had the AUX cord, so he played some of his favorite "classics," as he fondly called them. We goofily danced around to Gold Digger by Kanye West. Hoseok did his best impression of a girl group during Wannabe by the Spice Girls and Say My Name by Destiny's Child. He even pretended to give me strip tease during SexyBack by Justin Timberlake. By the end of our little dance party, we were sweaty and tired, lying on the studio floor to catch our breaths. My tears of sadness had turned to tears of laughter, and I wiped my eyes as the remnants of giggles left my lips. Hoseok's bright smile lit up the whole room, and his infectious laugh only made me laugh harder. We laid there for another five minutes just laughing at each other's laughs. If anyone would have walked in, they would have thought us to be psychotic, but we didn't care.

"I have something to tell you." Hoseok blurted once we finally calmed down. I rolled onto my side to look at him as he laid on his back. Hints of a smile played on his lips.

"Go for it." I smiled. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped, shaking his head.

"No, never mind. It's not important right now." He said, looking over at me. I rolled my eyes and scooted closer, resting my hand on his shoulder.

"Not fair. You have to tell me now that I know there's something to tell." I pouted. Hoseok was immune to my aegyo after four years of dealing with me.

"I have to do no such thing." He objected. I slapped his shoulder impatiently and giggled at his look of disapproval.

"C'mon, Hobi. I'm your best friend. You can tell me. I'll love you even—even if you robbed a bank." I said. A laugh bubbled out of his lips at my randomness.

"It's not a bad thing. I didn't rob a bank." He said, flicking my forehead. I gasped and burst into more laughter. Hobi did that to me a lot: made me laugh when nothing was funny.

"Well, if you'd just tell me, I wouldn't have to jump to such conclusions." I teased, and he rolled his eyes.

"Okay, okay, fine. I got an audition with JYP." He said. My jaw practically hit the floor, a high pitched screech leaving my mouth. I sprung into a sitting position, hitting Hobi in my excitement. "Calm the fuck down, woman! Oh my god, this is assault—"

"Hobi! This is amazing! Oh, my god, my best friend is gonna be an idol." I squealed as Hobi sat up, catching my flailing hands in his own.

"Don't get your hopes up! There are hundreds, no, thousands of people auditioning." He said. I slapped his shoulder sharply once more. "Yah, what was that for?"

"For not believing in yourself! You're so talented, Hobi. Those thousands of people don't hold a candle to you, so—come on! Be excited with me!" I pleaded, smiling hopefully. He didn't need much convincing.

"Okay!" He shouted, and I laughed. We jumped to our feet, and I practically jumped on him, my arms around his neck.

"You're going to be so amazing, Jung Hoseok." I murmured. His large hands rested cautiously on my waist.

"You should audition too. To be a dancer." He said, pulling back slightly. I laughed softly and shook my head.

"Hobi, I'm a contemporary dancer. I'm awful at hip hop." I smiled, poking his nose.

"Well, I don't want to do it if I'm not gonna have my best friend by my side. You're something special, Nozomi Tsumita. The world should see it." He said.

"Well, you have to do it." I demanded.

"I won't if you won't." He said stubbornly. I rolled my eyes.

"You're being serious?"

"Serious as a sickled foot." He teased. I rolled my eyes.

"Why do I put up with you?" I groaned.

"Because you love me, remember? Because I'm your best friend?" He tickled my sides, and I squirmed away from him.

"Okay, sure. Now, teach me your ways, hip hop Yoda." I smirked, stepping away from him. Hoseok smiled, his stunning smile that never failed to surprise me with how beautiful it was.

"Your Yoda, I will be."

"You forget I can get my leg up to my head. I have no problem kicking you in the face."

"Easy, tiger. So first, hip hop is all about getting low, staying grounded, using your plié. Throw all your classical training out the window. Nonono, Zomi, don't turn your feet out. You look like a cowboy."

"Ha, I put the 'no' in Nozomi."

"That was awful."

"Then why are you laughing?"

And, just like that, all my thoughts of Min Yoongi disappeared into thin air, replaced with the sweet soul that was Jung Hoseok.

side note i'm actually a dancer on a competition team and my hip hop teacher literally shouts those things at us 24/7 so uh u know what that means

it's time forrrr

quick impromptu little education on dance words that will probably be in this book!!!

1; sickled foot
actually so yucky lol it's when your foot isn't pointed all the way through your toes and it looks gross and is just a huge nono
exhibit a;

2; turned out
oKAY SO this is when your feet aren't parallel lol it's actually pretty self explanatory just like if your feet are turned out in first position your heels are touching and your big toes are as far apart as they can get it's pretty standard in ballet if u look at the photo from #1 and see the lady's standing leg it's turned out

3; plié
this is used in all styles of dance if you enjoy having functional knees like without a nice juicy plié you're fucked it's basically just a fancy snooty word for bending your knees so they don't get hurt and so you stay grounded and not like fall over when you try to do 6 million pirouettes !!!

4; contemporary
this is a branch of ballet but less technical, more emotional. my fav style besides hip hop. the girl who i picture as nozomi is named koine iwasaki and she is actually such a beautiful contemporary dancer i'll leave a video right here for you to see the pERFECTION OKAY

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(also i will be incorporating that dance into this story bE READY BC I'M SOBBING ALREADY TWO WORDS: CONTEMPORARY JIMIN)

(lol see u get quality sneak peaks when you read my long ass authors notes)

that'S ALL FOR NOW I HOPE IT HELPS