seventeen imagines

dino - dance class

word count : 760

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what the fuck is this?

you stood in one of the back corners of the room watching dancers dance to the choreography. almost half an hour ago, you walked into this class ready to have a blast. twenty-five minutes ago you checked your phone to find out you were in an industry leveled dance class.

god y/n, can you not read or something?

you drank some water from your bottle and sighed.

no wonder this class was longer than the rest. you idiot...

"you okay?"

you looked over and saw one of the choreographer's assistants standing next to you. he gave you a small smile, and you nervously smiled back at him.

"um, no," you truthfully admitted.

"do you want to go over the choreography?" he asked.

"i'm, uh, i'm in the wrong class," you said, "i read the thing wrong," you mentioned to him.

he processed what you said and nodded in response. "it's okay. mistakes happen," he replied, "but i can help you with it if you want. we're about to take a break," he mentioned.

"oh, sure," you agreed.

y/n, why did you agree?! you can't do this?!

"cool," he smiled again.

"dino! come here!" the main instructor called out and the guy next to you turned his head.

"coming!"

the guy hurried out to the center of the room. the song that had been playing restarted, and you watched the guy and some other people dance the choreography everyone had been learning.

woah.

you watched the guy in amazement as he showed off his dance skills. the isolations and small details were so noticeable and looked so cool at the same time.

after about a minute, someone stopped the song.

"let's take a ten minute break! we'll learn the rest and film afterwards!" the choreographer announced to the class. almost everyone went to grab a drink while others left to get some fresh air.

you drank some more of your water before trying to dance to the choreography that you could barely comprehend.

"hey, what part are you having trouble with?" the guy appeared by you.

"oh, most of it..." you shyly admitted.

"let's go over from the beginning," he said.

the guy helped you go through everything and simplified a lot of it for you, which helped. however, he was called away for a minute, and you continued going through everything by yourself.

"excuse me, everyone!" someone spoke up. it was one of the other assistants. "hoshi had to take a call so we're just gonna play the music until he gets back," the assistant mentioned.

then, the music turned on. almost everyone started practicing again while you stayed in your corner.

"hey, sorry about that," the guy returned.

you shook your head, "it's okay."

"where were we? oh, here," he spoke and started going through what was left of the choreography. "and then..."

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a few minutes later, the instructor came back, and the rest of the choreography was taught. after a few run through, someone started recording small groups of people starting with the instructor and his assistants.

again, you watched in awe at the guy who had been helping you the whole time. he looked super cool and looked so professional while dancing.

once the class ended, you grabbed your belongings but waited to see if you could say goodbye to the guy. however, it seemed like he had already left.

you decided to leave the room and looked at a schedule with other classes that were being offered, making sure to pay attention to what level the classes were.

"hey!"

you turned and saw the guy hurry up to you.

"i was wondering where you were," he mentioned. "good job in there," he complimented, "you did really good, honestly."

"oh, thanks," you said and smiled at him.

"i'm chan," he suddenly introduced himself, "but everyone calls me dino."

"y/n," you replied.

"so y/n, what class are you going to next?" he asked, glancing over at the schedule you were looking at.

"definitely not an industry leveled one, that's for sure," you said to him, making him chuckle.

"yea, it might not be your cup of tea," he said to you. then, he pointed at the schedule, "you should come to this one," he suggested and you looked to see an intermediate leveled class that was occurring in a few days.

"will you be there?" you asked him.

"i hope so, it's my class after all," he replied. "so, see you there?"

you nodded, "yea, see you there."