Before we start, I'd like to say that I'm making my own choreography up for Hangsung!

Enjoy!

You are in your favorite dance place, working on choreography for your favorite song on your boyfriend Hoseok's mixtape.

"Hangsung with my dawg, right."

You repeat in your head, keeping it in mind for the song's different moves to make sense.

You work hard, making every movement count.

From pushing and pulling to direction choice, it was all up to you.

Hoseok was not at home, he was busy hanging out with friends and the rest of the guys out eating lunch together.

"Okay so it goes, 1, 2, 3, 4?"

You scratched your head, trying to make it work.

Taking a sip from your water bottle as a refreshing reward every time you got it.

You know you were good with the dance, practicing it until you felt you thought would drop.

After awhile of contemplating, you decide on the last few dances moves.

It comes to about three hours later and you have finally done it, the final dance is all perfectly handled.

You sit down your bottle and stretch, starting up the music and dancing it all over again.

Practicing is what your time is mostly spent on.

You hear nothing but the sounds of your swift movements, your feet tapping on the floor, squeaking sneakers, and the music of course.

You are finishing up the dance, the music blasts through the speakers, making you able to hear it really well.

You end the dance after the songs loops itself, breathing heavily as you pause it.

You take a break and come back after eating, getting back on track with a lot more energy.

You stand with your eyes closed for more focus, facing the blank wall.

You hear a second voice singing as you follow the dance.

You dance and get to your favorite part,
you hear a bit more stepping than just you.

You open your eyes and see Hoseok in the mirror's reflection.

"Hoseok!" He laughs as he dances with you on time and perfectly in-sync.

You smile, seeing him dance along.

You pause the song.

"How'd you know the dance?"

You wrap your arms around his neck.

"I've been watching you work so hard."
He leans in, pecking your lips quickly.

You giggle.

"I thought you were gone..."
You lean on each other's foreheads and giggle in his arms.

"You're such a great dancer, Y/N."

He complements, staring into your eyes and you smirk.

"Thanks, you're not too bad either."
You poke his nose.

"I really like the idea of the first chorus." He mentions, pointing to the mirror.

"Thanks, I just read the lyrics and figure it out."

You take another sip.

He walks over to your music source.

"Should we take it from the top then?"
His hand hovers over the button.

"Sure, you seem to know it already."
You nod, walking closer to him as he stars the dance.

"Don't forget the scooping part, okay?"
You look at him in the mirror.

"I won't, don't worry." He giggles.

You start the song up and he dances with you.

You stand in front while he stands with his hands over your shoulders, as if controlling a marionette.

The dancing is fun and the moves look professional.

"That...was...s-something..."

Your face is red and he breathes heavily.

"It was great dancing, you chose really good moves." He pushes his hair back.

"You think so?" You look at him, still out of breath.

He nods, pulling you closer.
"I can't wait for ARMY to see it."

He closes the lens to the camera.

"M-me either..." You bend over with your hands on your knees, breathless.

"So, how about we eat out tonight?"
He offers, shaking his car keys.

"Sure, how about burgers?"
You question while stretching out.

"Sure thing, we'll get going in ten."
He leaves the room.

You put on a dance game while you wait, dancing to songs you know and even some you didn't think you knew.

"Go get dressed dancey pants, let's go!"

He points to the car.

You run upstairs and change.

You hop into the car and head out for a celebratory dinner.