You push open the door to the studio quietly, conscious of the sound it makes. You're about to walk to your regular spot when Taehyung waves at you, bottle clasped in hand, Your eyes are wide, almost like you forgot it was an actual appointment this time. A sheepish smile graces your lips as you wave back.
"Thought you'd arrive later," He drops the water bottle on the dance floor, waving you over.
"I'm not always oversleeping, you know," You murmur half jokingly. You've always had the tendency to oversleep. Especially when you had things to do afterwards, fate just had it like that.
"Sure," A dramatic eye roll. He glances at the clock on the wall and suggests, "Since you're three minutes early, why don't we stretch a bit?"
You have no reason to disagree so you shrug your shoulders. Taehyung notices your attire now. A loose grey t-shirt that almost swallows your figure paired with your favourite pair of leggings. Your hair is in a firm ponytail, which he would've suggested to be in a bun.
As you stretch your arms, legs apart, you try not to focus on Taehyung. Through the big mirror, you can see he's focused on his stretching. So focused like he's already dancing. You're so fixated, you can't tell you're copying his movements until he laughs. Your eyes dart to him, breath caught in your throat.
"You're not doing it right,"
"Doing what right?" You blink, stopping in your tracks.
"The stretch. Here," Before you know it, he's behind you. His hands guide your arms to the right position. As much as you try to deny it, you find yourself wishing it happened in slo-mo.
"You know what? Stretching time's over. I don't think you're much of a fan," He saunters over to where the speakers are and starts connecting his phone.
You don't ask why because you know it obviously has something to do with the way your arms fell limp by your side once he let go. If it was funny to him, he didn't laugh and you're grateful for it. Embarrassment had your lips sealed shut, only nodding to his suggestions.
You begin to feel the doubt grow in your stomach. The awkwardness between you both was too much to deny. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to learn from him. Just you two.
"Let's start with the basics?" You nod again. You forget to ask what the basics are because you have no idea.
He laughs again. You're starting to consider signing up for comedy because he seemed to find you quite funny the way he's always laughing.
"Okay, let's just dance to the song. Move with me?" He offers his hand.
How does the song start playing? You have no idea. Your main objective is to follow his steps. He starts slow, a small left to right movement. His fingers snap to the beat as he makes small counts, eyes intently on your feet.
The pressure makes you lose count and you mess it up.
"It's okay, let's keep going" He says softly, giving your hand a little squeeze.
As you progress, the steps come easy to you. His little jokes let you loosen up a bit. You think the class ends a little too early. You'd spent an hour and a half already so it was a fair time to say goodbyes. As you walk home, you find yourself looking forward to the next session.
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