Blackpink Imagines

Private Lessons: Jennie❤️‍🔥

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Bottom gp Jennie

"Once again, starting from the beginning!" Your voice echoed across the dance room. "1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 5 & 6 & 7 & 8-, Stop!" With a swift motion, you raised your hand, bringing the music to a halt and signaling the dancers to freeze.

Your gaze, sharp and focused, swept over the group. "Jennie, your Grand Adage needs improvement; we aim for perfection here," you asserted, your tone firm.
Jennie visibly shrank under your scrutiny, offering a meek apology, "Sorry, miss."

"Let's go through it once more, starting from the top. Remember, girls, ballerinas are perfect, so you need to be perfect," you exhorted with a commanding tone, letting out a sigh that carried a sense of expectation.

As the music started afresh, the dancers resumed their positions. "1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 5 & 6 & 7 & 8-," you counted, guiding them through the routine. However, as the sequence progressed, Jennie faltered, missing a step in her Grand Adage.

"Jennie, pay attention! You've got to get it right," you exclaimed, your voice holding a mix of frustration and determination. The other dancers watched as you corrected Jennie, emphasizing the importance of precision in every movement.

Despite your corrections, Jennie continued to struggle with the Grand Adage. Another misstep caused her to stumble, and you couldn't help but release an exasperated sigh. "Jennie! We need to perfect this move by next week! Focus!," you urged, your tone carrying a hint of disappointment.

Jennie, now visibly anxious, stammered an apology, "I-I'm sorry, miss. I'll try harder."

Recognizing her unease, you softened your tone, "Take a deep breath and try again. But remember, you need to get this right." As the class ended, you addressed everyone, "Great effort, everyone! Class dismissed, except for you, Jennie. I need to talk to you after class."

Alone in the now quiet dance room, Jennie stood nervously before you. Her eyes darted anxiously as she awaited your feedback.

"You're talented, Jennie, but you seem a bit nervous out there," you remarked, your tone gentler than before. "Tell me, what's going on? Is something bothering you?"

Jennie blushed then hesitated before speaking, "I... I'm just scared of messing up. I don't want to disappoint you."

You sighed, realizing the pressure she felt. "It's okay to make mistakes; that's how we learn. But you can't let fear control you. I believe in your potential. Take a deep breath and trust yourself. We'll work on it together."

As you observed Jennie's nervous demeanor, you decided to take a more hands-on approach to help her overcome her fears. "Let's break it down step by step," you suggested, guiding her through the movements with patience. "Start with the first position and breathe. Remember, it's okay to take your time."
Jennie blushed as you stood close, her heart racing while you provided gentle guidance. Nodding, she attempted the steps under your watchful eye. Despite the initial struggle, she began to regain some composure with each repetition. You offered words of encouragement, emphasizing the importance of confidence in dance.

After some time, Jennie's movements became more fluid, and a sense of accomplishment replaced the earlier anxiety. "See, you've got this! Mistakes happen, but it's how we learn from them that matters," you reassured her.

Jennie found herself in a bit of a daze, mesmerized by the way your body moved during the dance. It stirred something in her skirt. You looked absolutely stunning.

"Jennie?" you called out, snapping your fingers in front of her face. "Are you okay?" concern evident in your voice.

Snapping out of her trance, she blushed, hastily putting her hand in front of her to hide her incoming hard on. "Y-Yea, T-Thank Y-You, Miss," she stammered out.