Best of Me

Chapter 1: Freshman

"Hoseok, why in the hell am I taking this class?" Yoongi snarled, glaring towards his best friend as he shifted his weight from foot to foot as the dance room slowly started to fill up. "How did I even get placed in this class? I am a music production major- not a dance major."

The dance major flashed a large smile, causing this brown eyes to twinkle in delight and ran a hand through his cherry red hair.

"I'm not in charge of scheduling, hyung," he answered with a light laugh. "But lighten up. It's only Hip Hop 101. It will be easy."

Yoongi gave him a deadpanned look. "Yeah- for you. You're the street dancer- I'm the recluse. That's how this works."

Hoseok rolled his eyes before he bent over to continue stretching. Groaning, Yoongi sat still as he glanced around the mirrored room with disinterest.

Girls and boys, all wearing some form of sweats or tank tops, stood around chatting or stretching. He felt awkward in his jeans and tee when the rest looked like actual dancers.

"I'm gonna switch out of this class. I will literally die. I hate moving."

Hoseok laughed. "Yeah I know. But try and enjoy yourself, yeah?"

"Sure, Hobi. I'll work on that," he quipped. Hoseok rolled his eyes but didn't say anything.Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his currently coal black hair and pursed his lips.

He could be doing something productive right now- like finishing the music piece for his Rhythms class or even working on that essay he had been putting off.

Instead he was sitting in the one place he never thought he would be by his 3rd year in college. A dance room.

When the professor came in, Yoongi ignored her as she went over the first day of class things for the new spring semester. Rules, what to wear and not wear, what they will be dancing- all the stuff he didn't care about at a 7 pm class.

"And do not forget to bring at least..." she continued but was suddenly cut off by the sound of the dance room door being thrown open.

Yoongi flinched at the sound, raising his head with a scowl to see a flurry of brown hair and stumbled steps.

"Ah, Mr. Jeon. Nice of you to make your presence known," the professor mused, brow ticking in irritation. "Late on the first day of a new semester? Not starting out so good, are we?"

The boy, Jeon, flushed a bit as the others in the room laughed. He dropped his bag to the back wall and pulled off his hoodie to show a simple black tee, grey sweats, and tennis shoes.

Yoongi blinked. He was certainly good looking. His messy brown hair slightly wind blown, large brown eyes that reminded Yoongi of a doe. His nose was a bit bigger on a angular shaped face, but suited his face and slightly thin top lip, but fuller pink bottom lip. He had a sharp jawline, but softened by the way his nose wiggled and his long lashes brushed over his cheeks.

His body, however, was well fit. Muscles shifted under tawny skin, his talk frame slightly lanky that showed his youth. But he certainly was pretty.

"I'm sorry, Professor Jung. It won't happen again," he breathed, his voice lilting and melodic. Yoongi felt his brows raise as the boy hurried to the corner of the classroom with his head down.

A frown tugged at his features. "Hobi, who is that?"

Hoseok glances over and frowned. "That's Jeon Jeongguk. Freshman. Kinda a mystery in the dance department," he said, chuckling a bit. "The kid is always late. He keeps to himself. He barely talks too. He shows up to class and then ditches."