My Hot Dance Instructor | Minsung

1. The Offer

"Hey, Jisung? Doesn't your dance class start soon?"

Jeongin, my roommate, was always keeping track of stuff for me. If it weren't for him, my absentminded ass would be late for everything.

"Crap!" I shrieked as I scrambled to find my duffle bag. Fortunately, Jeongin found it first and was already waiting by the front door.

"Here!" He urged as he held it out for me.

I said thanks and shot him a very relieved smile, then quickly snatched the bag. As soon as my hand was on the doorknob, he shouted at me again.

"Wait! Your water!" He tossed me the bottle and, surprisingly, I actually caught it. He sighed and chuckled softly.

"See you later," he said as I flew out the door.

I was going full-speed down the path to my car, stopping only for a split second to fling the door open, throw my stuff inside, and hop into the seat.

"Shit shit shit..." I muttered a slew of profanities as I revved the engine and sped out of the driveway.

Pretty typical of me to forget plans and appointments, or just not pay enough attention to the time. But being late for dance class was the last thing I wanted. My instructor was not the patient type.

When I finally arrived, I scrambled through the front door and down the hall to the practice room, pausing just for a second to catch my breath before going inside.

I really attempted to just casually stroll in, hoping I could avoid being noticed, even though I was already ten minutes late... But when I swung the door open, I fucking tripped over my own two feet and fell, landing on top of my stupid duffle bag.

The entire class froze in place and shot their attention to the door. To me. When the instructor turned my way, all I could do was prepare to be scolded. But, weirdly enough, he was silent. He just crossed his arms. I'm sure I looked ridiculous.

"S-sorry, Minho-ssi!" I squeaked like a tiny squirrel as I tried to collect myself and stand up.

"Han Jisung, you're over ten minutes late," Instructor Minho huffed. "Please get yourself together and join the rest of the class."

I couldn't tell whether he looked pissed or just disappointed. Either way, I felt like an idiot.

I attempted to bow graciously, my dark hair falling into my eyes, as if I didn't already look a mess. Though, I was relieved that I wasn't reprimanded too badly in front of everyone. Either way, it was still incredibly embarrassing.

So, I ran like a crazy person to set my stuff down and then hurried to join the rest of the group.

"Take a moment to stretch, Jisung. We'll wait," Minho sighed.

An audible groan spread throughout the the room and I clearly saw several of students rolling their eyes at having to waste their time on my clumsy ass.

"Yes, Sir," I replied in my clearest voice. I bowed once more before stretching.

Minho remained cross-armed, seeming to mentally count down the seconds until he could continue the class as he watched me. I swear if his ears were on top of his head, they'd have been folded back like a pissed off cat.

"Alright, everyone reset your positions," he commanded with a loud clap.

Maybe it was the nerves from being late, but I bumbled through class even worse than usual. I repeatedly fell over on certain moves and even accidentally kicked a couple of the other students. Please shoot me.

It didn't help that I could practically feel Minho's eyes on me during the entire class. Every time I happened to look in his direction, he seemed to be glaring right back at me. And why does he have to be so damn good looking?