“Come on! We’re going to be late,” Taehee’s whining rings painfully in your ear as she drags you along the road.
You're hesitant, because it’s been two days since the last incident.
The bell chimes again as you both walk through. Taehyung’s at the front desk, but your eyes roam everywhere but. From your peripheral, you can tell he’s surprised. His mouth parts slightly, looking between you and Taehee. His eyes remain fixed on you for a longer period of time before he clears his throat.
“Let me have your bag, kid. You can join the others,” He says rather solemnly, devoid of the lively tone you’d grown used to. Taehee obliges, letting her small bag slip right off her shoulders before she runs into the studio where Hoseok welcomes her with open arms.
You’re still looking at Taehee when he speaks.
“Sorry about the other day, I should’ve-”
“I missed class yesterday,” You say instead, dismissing the topic entirely. It’ll only be putting yourself through hell again.
Taehyung’s features soften, looking almost remorseful. He’d never intended to come off in such a manner.
“We can push the time up today, to make up for lost time,” You still refuse to meet his eyes, finding interest in the brochure you’re sure you’ve read a solid 7 times.
Taehyung tries to fight the little upward tug of his lips.
“Right. Lost time,” He repeats with a click of his tongue.
He tries to mask his chuckle with a cough, but he fails because you hear it.
You see a bit of it. And it becomes difficult to hide your own smile.
‘He has a stupidly contagious smile,’ You find yourself thinking.
“Maybe-” Taehyung starts again, still fiddling with the magazine he was engaged in earlier, but the bell cuts him off.
You left.
Before you’d start to entertain ridiculous thoughts.
PRIVATE DANCE LESSONS (UNEDITED)
(✎ author's note |୧ what do we think of an update schedule? Maybe that'll help with accountability ୧| thanks for reading)
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