Serendipity | A TayNew Omegaverse AU

Chapter 5

A/N

Disclaimer:
I don't dance ballet. Anything about ballet that is in this chapter was based on what I read on the internet.

CW:
mentions of the devil's lettuce (weed)

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New's POV

The applause of my instructor brought me out of my ballet trance. I decided to concentrate on my surroundings, grinning at my fellow dancers as I extended my arms and legs, releasing the tension that had built up over the past two hours.

There were only a few things I enjoyed more than dancing. I've been fascinated by the feeling of euphoria that overcame me when I let go and allowed my body to glide with the music since I was eight years old. I occasionally took other dance classes, such as contemporary or even hip hop, but nothing compared to my passion for ballet.

I've been doing it for thirteen years and it remained my haven. When I'm in the studio, surrounded by some of my friends, focusing just on the music and the beat of my heart thumping in my chest, nothing can upset me.

The studio was a hushed orchestra of sounds as dancers sauté and jeté with the elegance and grace of swans. I let out a small exhale as some dancers leaped and are carried into the air by their partners. The said partners' grunts of exertion as they attempt to accomplish those feats in a meticulously staged display of effortlessness and ease.

To top it all off, the sharp notes of Gun's grand piano reverberated throughout the room. Every class had Gun playing the music, and the brilliantly performed ballet was the soundtrack to our lives for those two hours five or six days a week.

I loved all of it.

I'd be sore for days after a very challenging session, perhaps even more so when the class was particularly difficult. Or when I was battling with a difficult arrangement and couldn't help but relax when I heard the notes play and sank into fifth place despite my frustration. Even when Janhae was acting like a bitch.

Okay, I'll admit that I may have exaggerated the latter. Nothing can make me enjoy interacting with the sassy omega.

I gathered my belongings and drank half of my water bottle, wincing at the stiffness in my calves, feet, and back muscles. It had been a strenuous practice today and even though I hadn't felt the full effects until now, once I was stripped of my dancing ecstasy, I wasn't too bothered at the familiar inconvenience.

I bid my goodbyes to my friends, smiling at some jokes and maintaining a forced smile when Janhae made an irritating remark about someone from one of her classes. Then I strolled over to Gun, who was frantically skimming over note cards. Although we only started classes today, the omega tried to multitask by doing homework and playing by studying in between our run-throughs, but I could tell it didn't work out very well.

"Hey, Gun," I said, amused.

As Gun stepped off the seat to give me a hug, he grinned, his previous distress dissipating. "Good job earlier with those fouettes."

I scowled. Fouettes were undoubtedly the most difficult spin to master — and a real pain to perform — but they were also a crowd favorite. I disliked them, partly because I had struggled with them for so long, and even though I could now perform at least one perfect fouette per class, I still retained that long-held grudge.

"Fucking fouettes," I said and Gun giggled, but then his eyes widened.

"Hey! I got a shift off of work this Friday, we should go out!"