private dance lessons | kth

09

Your little sessions with Taehyung have been running for almost 3 weeks now. You’re like a regular at the studio. So frequently, you often leave your stuff in the staff room. Taehyung keeps them safe in his locker, says for the better. It would be a hassle explaining a handful of hair ties and scrunchies laying around to Hoseok.

As you toss your water bottle in your tote bag, you notice Ji-a giving you the look. Your eyes roll followed by a little groan. It was her ‘I want to know what’s going on’ look. She’d watch you get dressed, shoes laced and leave every evening. You thought she bought your evening jog excuse. Which you realise was not the best choice. Jia knows you’d never been one to exercise, taking advantage of your fast metabolism.

“It’s just exercise, Ji,” you assured as you chucked your foot on the bed, reaching to tie your laces.

“We both know I’m not buying that,”

“Okay fine,” with your hands up in the air, you walk over to her bed. She moves over and pats a space beside her for you to sit.

“I’ve been taking dance lessons,” You say as soberly as you can, legs pressed together and hands placed on your lap. You don’t look at her. You keep your eyes on your fingers.

You half expected the pause. A significant pause as she stares at you, waiting for you to break into fits of laughter.

“What? I’m serious!” You turn to her, feigning offence at her blatant disbelief.

“Yeah and I cook better than Gordon Ramsay,” She quips back. The fact that Jia can barely cook rice tells you how much she doesn’t believe you. You don’t blame her though. You always expressed how dancing was never a sport you understood.

“I do take dance lessons though,” you laugh, turning to check when your phone dings and lights up. A text from Taehyung catches your eye.

‘Late for class? Not good on your record 😬’ the text read.

“And my dear friend,” You place your two hands on her shoulders. “I’m already late for class, so this conversation needs to wait. Tell you everything later, I promise.”
With that, you zoom out of the house. You weren’t really late for class, though. Taehyung asked you to come in early, said something about dinner before class. You didn’t think much of it. Fast Food, he assured. You’d made it very clear to him that you were in a relationship. Which is why you have a pink oversized T-shirt worn over your black cargo pants. Decent enough to go out for food.

When you’re in front of the studio, you whip out your phone and dial Taehyung’s number. He picks up in the first ring, gives you a little ‘out in a bit’ then the call ends.

The door swings open 5 seconds later, Taehyung steps out wearing his signature smile. It’s so contagious you have to return one.

“Habitual latecomer, aren’t you?” Hands shoved in his pockets, he nudges your shoulder. He’s dressed in somewhat similar apparel, white t-shirt and green sweatpants.

You don’t grace him with an answer, only a small shrug as you kick a pebble along the street.

Silence settles between you both, Taehyung humming to a tune you’re well acquainted with. You break into a grin when you realise. It’s the song you’d been practising the past two weeks. It’s a fairly easy routine, even though it took a while for you to get the hang of the movements. You pick it up too, looking up at him. He mirrors your grin, eyes in small crescents as both of you hum louder.

Your grin turns into full blown laughter as he starts doing a little dance in the middle of the street. It’s a bit deserted, lucky for you both, save for an old couple trying not to stare at you.

“Stop being weird,” you wince, covering your face with your hands. While you both laugh, Taheyung points out the little fast food restaurant by the corner. It’s one you’d never seen before.

“Trust me, they make great burgers!” Taehyung tries to convince you as he holds the door open for you. You only roll your eyes.You know better than to take someone’s word when it comes to food.

While you both stroll back to the studio, burgers in hand, Taheyung gives you a rundown of your dance routine.

“─when you’re at seven, you do a little jump-” he says in between bites.

“Hands apart, hips 1,2” you complete for him and he does a little clap.

“Why did you start dancing?” You decide to ask. One thing you’d always wanted to know. He danced like there was a history behind it.

He shrugs , “Always wanted to. It’s such an art, you know?”

You nod, absorbing the information.

“You?”

You think before you answer, “My boyfriend’s a dancer.”

You don’t bother to expatiate, thinking it's enough reason. Taehyung doesn’t question either, a hum resonating from his throat.

You both remain silent till you’re in the studio again. While you take off your shoes, he turns on the lights and sets the speakers. You take your stance in front of the mirror, bouncing on your feet as you recount steps you haven’t mastered yet.

“Are you fine with that? Your clothes, I mean” He asks from a corner. Your eyes search for his figure through the large mirror and you find him. Bare back staring right at you. With wide eyes, you turn to another direction.

“Why are you taking off your clothes?!”

He chuckles, dry and raspy.

“I’m not dancing in one of my favourite white tees, kid”

“What did I say about calling me a kid?” You’re dead serious, shooting a glare at his direction. He playfully ruffles your hair, drawing down his shirt to cover his torso fully. He notices your eyes flick away from the patch of skin that was previously visible. An audible gulp makes him smirk lightly.

“Alright, let’s get to it!”

(✎ author's note |୧ update within a week?who is she? longer chapter but it just had to be 😔 anyways, please don't be a silent reader I'd really appreciate the little stars and comments  ୧| thanks for reading)