Dancing With Jungkook

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"Come on, Hyemi! It's not like they'll eat you, it's just dance lessons!"

My friend Minchan was currently sitting beside me at our usual table at lunch, completely ignoring the perfectly good, piping hot pizza on her plate. Instead, her full attention was on me, trying to persuade me to take dance lessons with her and our other friend, Taehyung.

It's been like this for weeks. It first started when semestral break begun. I was already imagining what I'd be doing for the rest of my break. I pictured myself jamming to every song ever sung by the amazing Zion.T while having a whole pizza to myself, closing my eyes as I sigh in content listening to his smooth voice.

But nope.

My whole break consisted of my two lovely best friends constantly sleeping over at my house and free-loading on my bed, watching Netflix until 4am. Taehyung and Minchan kept me up every night talking about the randomest of things from our History teacher being the only person in the world who seemed stuck in the 70's to Taehyung's suspicion that Yoongi, a senior in his 4th year, was actually a girl cause no guy could have skin as perfect as his. (But eventually we had to accept the fact that Yoongi was, indeed, a guy cause Taehyung has seen that milky white backside in the changing rooms every time we have P.E and 'those sexy back muscles ain't no girl's' according to him. Us girls have been put to shame by a guy. A guy.)

Everything was just so unpredictable with these two.

Thus leads us to the topic of Taehyung, the most unpredictable person you'll ever meet.

Taehyung was somehow lying face first on the floor while Minchan and I we're on my bed, shopping online on her laptop (Actually, it was just Minchan and her forcing me to observe). We we're just in the middle of talking about the latest horror movie that just recently came out when Taehyung suddenly shot up from his place on the floor, scaring the shizzles out of us. (Yep, I can't curse)

"Let's take up dance lessons." He says with a straight face, looking particularly at me.

"Uhm, are you talking to me?" I point at myself like a retard.

Taehyung stood up, and placed both his hands on my face, squishing my cheeks together.

"Dance lessons." He repeated and stared at me.

"Dude, you're acting weird. What's up with the sudden interest in dancing?" Minchan asks and raises her eyebrows.

Taehyung only sighs and continues playing with my cheeks, squishing them back and forth.

"Dance lessons." He only whined and pouted at me this time, his eyes looked like he was begging me to say it with him.

"Uh-"

"Dance lessons!" Taehyung cuts me off and shakes my head lightly.

"WHY!?" I shout but my words we're muffled due to Taehyung's hands that we're still squishing my cheeks. They began to ache.

"Dance lessons!" He stomped his foot like a kid, trying to make my mouth form the words by playing with my cheeks some more. My cheeks have never felt this abused.

"Wh-"

"Dance lessons!"

"Tae-"

"Dance lessons!"

"Can you-"

"Dance lessons!"

"Dance lessons!" I shout back, already annoyed. He lets go and smiles his blinding box-smile and jumps around the room, clapping his hands together like a retarded seal.