(Y/N) POV:

It's Yoongi and Jimin who appear at the end of my shift the next day, having sent me courting gifts this morning and been there to take me to lessons- I'd have thought it would be one of the others but I'm pleased nonetheless- and my heart skips a beat when the two of them turning sweet soft smiles to me when I appear with my bag- having surprised me when the two rise with fluid unison from the armchairs in the corner as I'd approached.

"I'd have thought you guys would've had your daily dose of me by now." I tease as way of greeting, going to hug the two of them briefly and when I lean back Jimin is shaking his head.

"Never. Although Hobi hyung would've come to but he had a dance rehearsal to get to." He explains.

But when I turn to Yoongi- there's a stiffness around the corners of his mouth, almost as if the curve of his smile is strained and forced, eyes stormy and silently brewing with something. Ever since Yoongi and I had spoken that day- I found that reading his emotions hadn't been as hard as I'd envisioned, he is fairly easy to understand, not as shuttered and shut off as I think he likes to believe. And I know I'm not mistaking the slight feeling of panic that threads itself through our bond- something is bothering him. And I make a note to ask him about it later- not knowing whether or not he's comfortable about speaking about it in front of the others.

"Hyung said he'd be happy if we visited though." Jimin adds, looking at me with hope and excitement sparkling in his eyes.

And the idea of seeing Hoseokie dance, to see him so in his element, doing what he loves- it's appealing and I find myself nodding my head eagerly.

"I'd love to." I reply, allowing Jimin to excitedly tug me out of the café, Yoongi following us and he tugs me to sit next to him in the backseat of the car- our sides pressing against each other, the solid, toned frame of his against my softer warm one.

But during the ride I can't help the way my eyes are drawn to Yoongi time and time again- I'm so sure I'm not imagining the stiffness in his shoulders, as though he's struggling to keep them upright, or the way when I catch a glimpse of his face in the rear-view mirror where for a moment his expression falls and the curve of his lips droop downwards.

"Are you hungry?" he suddenly asks, clearing his throat first- voice slightly thick, filled with unexpressed emotions.

It turns out he's asking me, given the way Jimin's body shifts so he too can look at me, awaiting my answer.

"Not really, I have dinner with the Ims today anyways- Jinyoung oppa doesn't like it if I come with a 'spoiled appetite'." I say, smiling fondly at the memories of the countless time he nags me fondly, exasperatedly watching when I'm unable to finish the food on my plate.

But when I focus on Jimin I can see a flash of jealousy pass across his face.

"We should do dinner nights too." Jimin mumbles, reaching over to snag my hand in his, tugging me impossibly closer- as if any distance between us is too much.

"A drink then." Yoongi negotiates, eyes twinkling as he turns to look at us, making me aware that he's pulled the car to a stop outside a cute teashop.

I nod, acquiescing easily to the sweet soft look he shoots us as he steps out the car, vanishing indoors.

Jimin starts playing with our intertwined hands, swinging them slightly between us, drawing distracting shapes onto my skin with the tip of his finger and occasionally lifting it up to press a small kiss there- lips ever so slightly brushing across them, so feather light that they seem to ghost over them, phantom touches almost. I yearn to feel the full pressure of his plump lips against them but I don't want to rush him into it, even if it does look like he's teasing me given the small smirk tugging at his lips.

But then a while later Yoongi reappears and has his hands full of a drinks carrier and opens the door to pass it to us in the back before getting in.

"Choose any- Hobi and Jiminie like experimenting with flavours and I've already got mine." He says, shaking the clear takeout cup as he sets it down.

I eye the cups, drawn to each of them because of their soft hues and different colours before settling on a fruity tea.

And when we stop outside a dance studio, Jimin eagerly tugs me along- providing me with a little commentary as he points out some things, Yoongi just watching silently- the smile on his face seeming more natural now.

The loud thumping beat of music greets us as we enter- the studio empty save for Hoseokie who stands in the centre, facing a mirror as he dances, body moving fluidly, seamlessly flowing and transitioning from one move to the next- eyes powerful and captivating, his entire presence demanding and holding your attention.

The music changes from its softer, melancholic tone to one that thrums wildly, heavy beats mingling with a softer seductive tune- his body now executing sharp, well defined moves, body aligned to perform a sensuous routine, body thrumming with power, allure, and temptation in the way he rolls and thrusts and moves his body.

I feel like my eyes are intruding on something incredibly intimate and private- a dance only meant for certain eyes to see but try as I might I can't tear them away either- drawn in to his captivating performance, to the way he silently commandeers my attention and holds me hostage- eyes a deep red as they stare back from his reflection in the mirror, sparing me a glance before turning back into his sharp razor focus.

I find my breath catching in my throat, heart thudding violently at the sheer power and control he radiates- the Hobi I see is so different to the Hobi I know; but I can't help but being thrilled by this side of him too.

And when the last beats of the music fade away, there's a silence that fills it and I can see Hobi's face beaded with perspiration- with that added warmth that comes from physical movement and exertion, the flush indicating how long he's been hard at it and having fed too.

"Hobi that was amazing!" I say as he turns, now his easy bright grin adorning his face as he steps forward, a bright laugh- light and joyous as he makes his steps towards us.

"Thank you (Y/N)-ah!" he chirps and he's about to come in for a hug when a towel goes flying at him, hitting him in the arm before he quickly catches it.

"Clean up first." Yoongi grumbles though there's a teasing glint in his eyes- response to that affronted pout Hobi throws him.

"Do you dance (Y/N)-ah?" Hobi asks, once he's finished dabbing at his face and neck- eyes curious.

I shake my head slowly.

"Not in the way you can. I know how to dance, just barely, for fun or the sake of it." I confess but his eyes shine a brighter red- curiosity piqued.

"I'd love to see it one day. Dance with you, just for the sake of it." He adds.

"Me too! You should dance with us sometime." Jimin pipes up, and then I realise that he too dances at such a level- professional.

I shake my head.

"No way am I dancing with two professionals. I'll look bad then." I laugh in protest stepping back slightly when their eyes turn to me with flinty determination.

"We'll have you dancing with us, don't worry." Hobi teases, but his eyes and words are full of promise.

I gulp at the intense stare he shoots me before he shatters through the heavy tension that builds from his charged stare with his heart-shaped grin.

"It'll be fun." He says, eagerly accepting the drink Yoongi proffers to him, landing an exaggerated smack of his lips against Yoongi's cheek in gratitude.

Sure. Fun would be one word for it.

HOBI POV:

Catching sight of not one, not two but three of my mates enter through the door is a pleasant surprise. It almost catches me mid-move even though I had been the one to suggest it when Yoongi hyung and Jiminie had set out to pick up (Y/N) from work, it still sends a jolt of happiness coursing through my system, fuelling me to dance harder, not only for me now but for them too.

It's passion to please, to surprise and to awe- especially (Y/N) who'll see me dance for the first time, that fuels me to put my all into the moves. And it's passion and need and tenderness and the sweet comfort that comes from our bond that makes me want to dance for their eyes. It's a teasing whisper to see if (Y/N) gets flustered that makes me dance with an intent to allure, to tempt but nothing but fondness bursts through my heart when I see the rosy flush as she watches me roll and dip and thrust.

I catch trails of her scent- sweet and strong, the memory of Tae coming home drenched in it, the aftermath of what had followed- a fierce clash of tongue, teeth and lips, feverish bodies against each other and the night, intended for silence and rest, filled with a restless energy, consuming desire for each other, shattered with moans, whimpers and groans- that intense fiery pleasure rising and cresting as we fell apart with those lingering remnants of her scent burning across our minds, searing across our souls. And it makes me dance harder- to see her fluster, blush, and squirm. In fact, it's her attentive, unwavering eyes that make me feel pleased.

And when she shyly and oh so sweetly says she dances- it makes me burn with impatience to see how she'd move, even if they were moves for fun- thrown out there, the casual ease of her natural grace that would accompany it. I'm not surprised Jimin wants to be there too.

And I can't wait for that day- it makes the urge to plan a date around it, to take her out for a night of dancing and splendour- to bask and drown myself in those high sweet lilt of her voice and the sweet giggles of hers.

But quashing all those building, bubbling needs- is the sheer want to go cocoon her in a hug, the sight of her so close to me unbelievably hard to resist, calling me in- entrancing me.

And when she opens her arms out for a hug, the towel slips out of my hand and I all but barrel towards her- scooping her up into my arms and spinning her around with a giddy elation, feeling the strands of her hair fly out and try to hide her face, even as she laughs and her hands slide around my neck to stabilise herself- head tucked close to it.

She hums happily as she tightens her hold around me, her body still lifted off the ground because of our embrace.

"Hobi you smell good." She says, voice coming out muffled from where her head is nestled against the top of my chest.

I stifle a groan at the way her voice reverberates against my chest, the movement of her lips as they move- brushing against the shirt, the shirt which does nothing to hide the intensity I feel from that touch. And those words- when really it's her with the intoxicating scent that throws my rationality out of the window and tears away so easily at my self-control; as if it is nothing more than paper.

"Don't hog her!" Jiminie's petulant whine comes through, snapping me out of that desire of just wanting to spend eternity rolling around in her scent.

Maybe I'll have to snag something of hers- a scarf or something.

But her scent has slowly started lingering in the nest, left behind as evidence of her having been there.

I find it in the kitchen, on the couches, across the others in bare remnants at times but it's merging with the nest- as if it's innately recognising her, the house now being a safe, warm temperature for (Y/N) in rooms she frequents- prepared for our human mate. Slowly and steadily- she's slipping into that slot that was waiting for her, without fuss or hassle. For me she was always meant to be there, it was just a matter of when she'd fill that space and now that she's here, I have already and easily relinquished my soul to her, for her to take refuge in and for her to tie herself with.

But even now as she turns to smile at Jiminie but makes no move to step out of my embrace after I set her down onto her feet makes me realise- that she'll fit in perfectly, that whether or not anyone realises- she already has.

YOONGI POV:

When Hobi and Jiminie finally end their playful bickering, teasing each other as they gripe about who (Y/N) should be cuddling, I see her slide away and escape- a small smile tugging at her lips as she retreats, the two of them lost in their arguing that they don't yet realise.

She sidles up to me, standing close enough that I feel the warmth of her body radiate slightly but far enough that I feel a pang at the distance between us, wanting to reach out and tug her next to me. But she surprises me when without turning from the view in front of us, she opens her mouth to speak, fingers brushing across my palm as they go to grip the edge of my sleeve.

"Yoongi, we need to talk. Now." She says with a finality but the softness of her tone isn't lost on me.

Those words stir up a panicky feeling in me and when I turn to her I'm surprised that rather than the foreboding that comes with those words- there's nothing but soft understanding and empathy.

And I realise that the talk isn't for her. It's for me.

Somehow, she's detected that whatever thoughts whir through my mind aren't happy ones. That the memories that well up threaten to shatter the comfort of the present.

And there's a determined glint in her eyes. As if daring those demons to try and invade our time.

And without another word, I let her guide me out of the studio- allow her to use her smaller frame to urge me forward. I follow her without hesitance.

Because I find myself needing to and wanting to tell her. To confide in her.

To someone who might well be my salvation from all this.

(THERE WE HAVE IT! ANOTHER CHAPTER AND THIS TIME IT'S HOBI STRUGGLING TO KEEP CONTROL- AND HE'LL DANCE THE HARDEST HE'S EVER DANCED IN HIS LIFE JUST FOR HER! FOR HIS BABY MATE- IT'S A SMALL SILENT TEASE BUT ABOVE ALL- HE JUST LOVED THE AWED LOOK ON HIS FACE AND HER SWEET HUG AFTERWARDS! LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS! AND WHAT DO YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN IF THEY DID HAVE SUCH A DATE? THEORIES? CAN'T WAIT TO READ ALL YOUR COMMENTS! STAY SAFE AND TAKE CARE LOVES!)

We try our best so others can be proud of us, boost us on, look at us with happiness. But sometimes we forget that we should try our best for ourselves too.

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3