Teach Me To Dance (A BTS Fanfiction) [discontinued]

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Walking into the dance room was like walking into a Febreeze commercial - but the before part. A mixture of strong perfume, cologne, deodorant, air freshener, and old sweat clogged up the air. "At least the windows are open," I muttered, trying to get around the students leaving. When I got past them though, the room looked quite empty.

    "Mrs. Minji," I said, causing the woman messing with the stereo's settings to turn around.

    "Rona! You're finally here! Awesome! I can't wait for you to see how dance is at our school!" She said excitedly, seeming awfully giddy for someone her age. She quickly went over procedures, where the changing rooms were, and when performances would be.

    "The Fall Music Festival?" I asked her, stopping her rambling.

    "Oh! It's a festival where all sorts of music artists and dancers in town perform! It's really popular at our school, since we teach a lot of great singers and dancers here. We usually help them out with after school programs and stuff." She said, high-fiving a girl leaving the class.

    "Cya Hannah," she said as the girl left the classroom, carrying her bags. She's quite a social butterfly of a teacher. I thought, as she continued to recap me on the Fall Music Festival. The bell rung, and I couldn't decide whether it saved me or whether I actually wanted to hear more about it.

    "OK guys," she said, moving to the front of the classroom. I stood aside like the rest of the class. "Before ya'll get changed, I need to introduce a new student, Rona." She said, gesturing towards me. I made a fake smile and rocked back and forth on my heels. Why do I have to have a social teacher? None of the other teachers did this...

I looked around the classroom at the people nearby. It wasn't as big as my other classes, and everyone seemed familiar with each other. The class was mostly compiled of girls, but there were a little cluster of boys that stood with them. "She doesn't have her stuff today, but we're gonna practice and show her how stuff works." Mrs. Minji said, dismissing the class. They dispersed and went into the changing rooms. Mrs. Minji walked me to the girl's door, knocked on the door three times, then opened it.

It was surprising how quick they had changed, most of them were putting up their hair or sliding on their shoes. One girl was pacing around fixing her hair. She started walking over towards the door waving to me.

"Hey Rona," she said cheerfully, twisting her an ankle around as a stretch. She pulled her leg up, balancing on one leg. "My name's Isabella Vaughn."

"Hi," I replied awkwardly. She was obviously older than me, probably by a few years. She seemed nice enough.

"Okay girls, get back out there!" Mrs. Minji said, leaving the changing room. I followed Isabella out along with a few other girls. When we came out, the boys were chatting and waiting. I quickly counted them, adding up to only four. One of them was brushing his hand along the shortest one's head.

"Stop~" the shorter one said loudly, grabbing the other's hand off his head. They both laughed, attracting a girl's attention. She called across the room, "Quit it JiHope!"

Looking back at her, the taller one rest both his hands on the other's head as a form of rebuttal. The girl seemed to sigh and go back to her friends.

"That's Hoseok," Isabella said, suddenly appearing next to me. "But he goes by J-Hope. And that one's Jimin." She pointed at both of them, then put her hand down when they looked over. "They're in this band - really popular around here. Don't mess with popular kids." She said, turning me around and stopping me from watching them as we waited.

"Why? Are they bad or something?" I asked her, thinking back to last period with the childish, yet talented rappers, and the period before with Jungkook. At least he had seemed normal to me. Maybe that's just cause he didn't have any of his band friends in that class. I thought.