Ever think about taking care of Harry when he’s feeling ill?
Like, he’d come home from the studio early even though a song is thisclose to being finished because every note irritates his scratchy throat and the sound of the bass reverberating through his skull during playback matches the pulsing of his migraine.
And he’s disappointed when you’re not home because the only thing that can make him feel better and forget all about his hay fever is your cuddles. So he relaxes the best he can, flipping through his phone and holding his head in his hands trying to ignore the way his eyes are heavy and his body is exhausted.
A/N: Aw, anon, your English is perfect, don’t worry ^ - ^ Thanks for stopping by and leaving a request <3 I’m sorry that this is embarrassingly late, I hope you enjoy it anyway~
Jin: “Why do you have to dance with him?” Jin pouts, as you crouch
to lace up your trainers for dance practice.
“It’s only for one stage,” you soothe, standing up and
closing the short distance between you and your boyfriend. A chaste peck on his
lips has the frown smoothing into a smile.
“I know,” he says, “I just wish it was you and me together.”
Your face falls at this, as your mind seeps with concern. Jin always puts on a brave face for you, but you know there
are a lot of feelings he keeps quiet to save you the worry. You worry anyway, of course, because that’s just who you are.
He picks up on your change of mood, and gives your cheeks a
poke, forcing the corners of your lips up into a grin. “Hey, none of that,” he
says, “If I practice enough maybe it’ll be me dancing with you next time.” To prove it, he takes a
step back, and breaks into his famed traffic dance. It never fails to have
you spluttering with laughter, and soon you’re joining in, flailing your limbs
about in time to your own rhythm.
You collapse against each other, shaking with fits of the giggles. “Oh, boy, I don’t think the world is ready for our traffic
dance collab,” you sigh, resting your forehead against Jin’s.
“Maybe not,” he murmurs, “Some day though. Some day.”
You chuckle. “Some day.” One more kiss, then it’s time to
leave for practice.
Yoongi: From his spot by the bar, Yoongi keeps his gaze rooted to you.
When you asked to go clubbing with him, this isn’t exactly what
he had expected. In his mind, you had your arms wrapped around each other, floating in your own calm world, amidst the chaos of thumping music and flashing
Yet here he is, sitting alone while you shake your hips, surrounded
by a swarm of slobbering guys. The only thing keeping Yoongi calm is the diss
track he’s composing in his head for the crowd of fawning men. He should write some of
this stuff down - it’s gold.
But then he sees one of the guys getting too close, placing his
hand on your waist, then sliding it lower. Oh, there’s no way in f-ck he’s
getting away with that!
Without a clear idea of what he’s doing, Yoongi pushes himself away from the bar, ploughing through the swarm of sweaty bodies, and
thudding a heavy hand into the man’s chest. “Hey, keep your hands off what doesn’t
belong to you,” he snarls.
The man stumbles back, gives Yoongi a once over, and decides
it’s not worth it. The crowd oozes away from the area, till you and Yoongi are
left, invisible in the corner of the club.
“Um… thanks,” you smile sheepishly, “I had it under control
“I know,” Yoongi says, “I just… couldn’t help myself. Creeps
like that make me furious.”
You bite your lip. “Wanna get out
Hoseok: Hoseok doesn’t mind. He really doesn’t mind… Well, okay, maybe a little… But it’s hard to watch you (the love of his life) dancing (the second love of his life) with another
man. It should be him leading you
as you follow the complicated steps, that cute, concentrated look on your face, that he’d just love to kiss
away. But instead, it’s Jimin by your side. And
seeing his hands on your waist has something
sprouting in Hoseok’s heart. A seed of… jealousy? It isn’t a feeling he’s used to – it’s odd and constricting, crushing him from the inside, and forcing the air out of his lungs in a long, loud sigh.
“Hey, honey, what’s wrong?” you sink down beside him on the dance studio floor, cheeks pink from practice.
“Nothing,” Hoseok forces a smile, which you see
through with one blink and one shake of your head:
“Come on, you can tell me anything, Hoseok.”
“He’s jealous because you’re dancing with me.” Jimin sends a Cheshire cat grin your way.
Hoseok doesn’t respond, just picks at the laces of his
shoes, and then mutters, “You guys should watch your footwork at the beginning of
the second verse. It gets a little sloppy. Yours especially Jimin.”
Jimin laughs this off. “Oh, I was just about to pack up for
the day… But if you think we need improvement, maybe we should practice for another couple of hours. What do you think, Y/N?”
Hoseok’s ears turn red at Jimin’s teasing. “No,
on second thoughts, I think you’ve done enough for one night.” He slides his hand into yours. “Let’s get out of here, what do you say?” A nod from you, accompanied by a kiss on the nose is all he needs to perk up.
Namjoon: Namjoon has decided to start going to the gym more often. This has nothing to do with the fact that you’re now getting dance
lessons from Jimin. It’s just a weird coincidence that he wants to life more weights after hearing you wax lyrical about your dance partner’s body. (“And then Jimin taught me how to do lifts. He’s so strong. Have you
seen his arms? Wow.”) It isn’t that Namjoon’s self-conscious, but
the thought of you spewing praises over him like you do with Jimin is certainly a good motivation to exercise.
Finally, he’s in a position to say: “Hey babe, check this out,” and
show off his arms, in close-fitting tank tops. This is a sure-fire way to keep
your eyes trained on him, and no one else.
“Have you been working out?” you ask, eyeing him as he flexes.
“Yep,” he pops the ‘p’, looking pleased with himself.
The frown that clouds your features is not the response
he was hoping for. “Is this because of me and Jimin?”
you probe, lips thinning into a straight line.
Namjoon’s smile fades away. “Maybe.”
You shake your head sadly. “Baby, you know that no matter
what I say about the other members, or any other man for that
matter, you’re the only one I’ll want.”
Namjoon did know that. But it’s always nice to hear you say it.
Jimin: Seeing you at dance practice with Jungkook had given Jimin
That’s why, when you come home from work that evening, you’re greeted by a trail of rose petals at the door. A smile curling your lips,
you leave your bag in the hall, and follow the scatterings of pink and crimson to
the living room where Jimin’s standing in a suit, a flower in one hand.
“What’s all this?” you ask, breath releasing in something between a gasp and a sigh.
“I’m teaching you how to ballroom dance,” he announces, eyes
scrunching up as a smile stretches his lips. Crossing the room, he flicks on the stereo,
and a few strains of stringed instruments start up. “Ever since I
saw you dancing with Jungkook, I couldn’t stop feeling
jealous, which is stupid… I know,” he goes on to explain, holding out his hands, which you grab onto, pulling him in until he’s no more than an inch from you, “I decided that teaching you some of the most romantic dances I know would cure me of the green-eyed monster.”
You duck your head, gently bumping your forehead against his
chest. “You know you never have to worry about me spending time with other
“I know. But I worry anyway. Since you’re the most
precious thing I have.” These are the last words he murmurs before the
music drowns all else out, and you get carried away in a flurry of melodies and the golden sparks in your boyfriend’s eyes.
Taehyung: Seeing you dance with another boy makes Taehyung feel… weird.
In the scattered rainbow of disco ball lights he can see your smile growing wide while this guy – who is he, anyway? – spins you around. With those simple gestures,
Taehyung’s heart twists and turns - a writhing dragon, growling to break
free from his rib cage.
There’s only one thing to do.
He strides towards you, pushing through the crowd until he’s by your side, where he feels at home. Then he does the only thing he knows how to do. Making you smile: his specialty. As the music picks up, he moves along with it, limps flapping, head bobbing.
Catching his movements, you grin, and seeing
that he’s made you happy, Taehyung keeps on going, exaggerating his movements, until you’re
bent over with laughter, the other guy completely forgotten. Then you take Taehyung’s hand, and begin to sway with him, lighting up a fire inside him. This is how it should be. Only him. Only you. And no one in between.
Jungkook: Smile. That’s all Jungkook has to do. Smile as he watches you practice with Hoseok for set rehearsal, allowing his heart be pricked like a pincushion, again and again. Smile as your eyes scrunch up, gracing your dance partner with their warmth. He knows it doesn’t mean anything, and that at the end of the day, when
the sun sinks low in the sky, it’ll be you and him going home together,
hands intertwined. But waiting for that moment is torturous. Just a few more hours, he reminds himself. Just a few more sets of sixty minutes. He’ll count every one.
You glance his way, as the managers call time-out. Slipping from the group, you run over to him, and satisfy his need with a tight bear hug.
“Hey,” you whisper.
He grins into your shoulder. “Hey.”
You break apart before too many curious eyes dart your way.
It’s not a secret that you’re dating, but you’d rather not parade it around in
front of everyone. There’ll be plenty of time for all the needed touching,
kissing, loving when you’re alone. For now, you give Jungkook’s hand a squeeze that promises: “soon”. Then you’re heading back for another rehearsal.
It’s enough for Jungkook. He’ll keep on smiling till you’re back in his arms again.
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