I'm Vine Ft. Kim Taehyung (BTS) {COMPLETED ✔️}

Part Thirty 삼십

~ Taehyung ~

I turn off the music and look at Ye-Jun. "I'm sorry, I messed up again," she says. I smile and shake my head. "No, you didn't," I tell her, "You did it better than last time." She takes a seat on the bench and takes a sip of water. "Wow, so I really sucked last time, didn't I?" She jokes. I laugh and take a seat next to her. "It's about the progress and the results," I remind her, making her laugh as well. "That is such a polite way of saying I sucked," she jokes. I shake my head, "That's not what I meant. You know that."

She stands up from the bench and stands right in front of me. "Do I?" She asks challenging. I look away, but can't fight a smile. "Ye-Jun..." I warn her. But that only makes her laugh. "What? I'm only asking if I know that. Do I even know you?" She jokes. I look up to her and see a somewhat dangerous gaze in her eyes. "Of course you do, we're friends," I tell her. She giggles and walks over to the music box.  She turns on some music and starts to free style.

I cross my arms as I look at her. "I didn't know it was time for free styling?" I say, making her laugh. "Come on, Tae, you always love free styling," she laughs. I can't disagree with her. I do love to do some free styling. "See? You do know me," I tell her. She narrows her eyes at me, "But do I really know you? I mean, I know you love free styling, but that was really obvious. That doesn't mean I know the real you."

She keeps on dancing as she talks to me. I suddenly realize the music and her moves are kinda slow, making it kinda... sexy. I clear my throat and stand up from the bench. "Let's just go back to the lesson," I say. I walk over to the music box, but suddenly I feel her hand around my wrist. She turns me around to face her and looks at me. "Really? You're gonna turn down a chance to do free styling?" She asks, "See, I don't know you at all!" She lets go of me and walks away from me.

In the mirrors I can see a smirk on her face. I look back at the music box. She is right, why should we go back to the lesson? I always said free styling can really improve your dance skills. Plus, it can be relaxing. It is a perfect break. But as I look back at Ye-Jun something doesn't feel right. She dances way too sexy for just a dance practice. 

I feel the tension in the room increasing when she puts her hair down and starts to use her hair in her dance moves. When she comes closer to me, take a small step back and clear my throat. "Why are you just standing there, come join me!" She says, reaching her hand out. I look from her hand to her eyes and her kind smile.

"Okay, but then let's put on a different song," I suggest and turn around to the music box. She groans, "Why? I love this song!" When I turn back around to her, I see her looking at me with a pout. "Why are you acting like this, Tae? You always love free styling and you never mind what kind of music we dance to," she says. I sigh, she is right. But it still doesn't feel right.

I take a deep breath and take a few steps closer to her, leaving the music as it is. "Look, I don't mind what music we dance to. I just feel like this is more than just dancing," I tell her honestly. She looks at me with a serious look on her face and nods. "Okay, and that freaks you out?" She asks kindly, trying to understand me. I nod, "A little, because I am not interested in anything other than dancing." She nods, "I know. You've told me that since the first lesson. I feel the same way. But I didn't think it would freak you out this much."

She walks around me, to the music box. "If it bothers you that much, I'll just put on some other music," I hear in her voice that it annoys her. I feel bad. She just likes this song, but I ruined it by thinking she meant more than just dancing. Which she obviously didn't.

Before she switches the song, I run over to her and stop her. I grab her wrist and pull her away from the music box. "No, you're right. We should be able to dance to any kind of music," I tell her. She looks up to me and smiles. "Are you sure?" She asks. I smile back and nod. "Yes, I'm sorry for being annoying. I was just worried you meant something different," I admit.