My Hot Dance Instructor | Minsung

5. What Lines?

It was Friday again and I was feeling pretty confident that things were going to go smoothly at dance class. Minho had made it clear that he was going to try be more professional—whatever that meant—since I never felt like he wasn't to begin with. But somehow with that in mind, I felt like I was set to be a better student. No more nonsense from me or my...you know.

When I arrived, Minho was already there. No escaped cats this time, I guess. When I walked in, he was busy as usual getting things set up for practice. I said a quick "hello" and set my stuff down.

We started our stretches entirely without speaking and I couldn't help but feel even more awkward than before. This definitely wasn't how I wanted things to be. I was really starting to enjoy my time with Minho, despite a few weird moments, and now things just felt cold.

When we worked on those difficult moves again, he hardly said a word of encouragement or otherwise. He simply corrected me or gave me a plain old "good". I couldn't believe how much I hated this.

I found myself wanting his touch. Or even just a real compliment. Anything but this frigid version of him. And so, I got an idea. It was unlike me to be bold, but things just didn't feel right.

During the hip movements again, I decided to fail...hard. I figured maybe if I did even more terribly than before that maybe he'd come help me again. I needed to feel his touch to make sure he hadn't turned into some sort of ice statue.

"Jisung, what is going on with you?" He huffed. "Let me help."

He seemed genuinely irritated, but I didn't care as long as he was coming to help me again.

He grumbled as he put his hands on my hips, like he'd done before. His grip was shockingly tight, as if his frustration was pouring out through his fingers. But as I started moving, I noticed his hands start to relax.

I heard a noise escape his lips, like a soft "mmm", and it was honestly like music to my ears. It felt reassuring and so genuine, unlike this front he was trying to put on.

"Am I doing better?" I asked softly. I just needed to hear his voice again.

"Yes. Maybe you just needed to relax," he muttered.

"Maybe you helped with that," I retorted as I found myself leaning into him slightly.

He immediately backed up and jerked his hands away from my hips.

"What has gotten into you? First you dance like a complete mess, and now it appears as if you're..." He stopped speaking and darted his eyes around the floor as if he was trying to decide if he should say what he was thinking.

"What?" I wanted to know exactly what was on his mind.

"Jisung...are you flirting with me?" His brows were furrowed, looking both irritated and confused.

"I..."

"Did you mess up on purpose so that I would help you like last time?"

Shit...how was he so clever?

I looked down and rubbed my feet together in embarrassment. I wasn't expecting to have to explain myself. I just wanted his attention!

"I just...you've been really distant tonight and it felt really awkward. You've hardly said a word to me." I tried not to whine, but it was no use.

"I'm sorry, Jisung. I just didn't want to let myself get too comfortable with you." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, shutting his eyes tightly.

"Why not?"

"It's just not very professional," he huffed and ran his hands through his hair.

"You keep saying that. What's wrong with being comfortable with each other though? I feel like it was really helping me get better."