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TWO ~ First lesson, First sights

I.M(Changkyun) and Jooheon <3 ^

After school, I ditch the nerd glasses and overalls and go with my tank tops, sports bras and leggings. I have dance practice today.

I've had dance practice ever since I was five, but that was ballet. I really wanted to switch to a more modern type of dancing. Brake dancing was one of my main targets. So mom sent me for a one-on-one dance class.

The dance studio was big, and cold. But I knew that after my lesson, I'd have sweat rolling down my face like crazy. The dance instructor was supposed to be a guy, but I was sure that I wouldn't care the slightest if I looked like a mess around him.

It started at five in the afternoon, and my mom's friend told me that the dance instructor was hot. But I had other problems to deal with, like where I could start looking for my school stuff. I was going to start looking around for them the next day, but borrow books from my brother or cousin in the mean time.

I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts when someone cleared their throat from the door of the windowless, wall-mirrored room. I turned and saw the familiar dimples on his creamy white face, the freshly dyed light brown hair on the top of his head, and a jacket over his black band shirt. He was wearing loose sweatpants, something I wasn't used to seeing him in.

"I-I'm here for the dance class," I stuttered. "What about you?" I despised myself for trying to be nice.

"I'm here for the dance class, too," he said, putting his bag down on the floor. "Should we start?"

"But the instructor's not here yet," I stuttered again.

"Don't you know the meaning of one-on-one?" he said, shrugging his jacket off, revealing his muscular forearms he never showed to the world. Shownu wasn't comfortable with showing off his body, but Jooheon wasn't comfortable with his body in general. And I couldn't help but feel really sorry for him.

"Wait, you're my dance instructor?" I asked, puzzled. Jooheon didn't look like he danced. I thought he spent his afternoons doing things a normal teenage guy like him did.

"You're my dance student?" he said. "I'm just as surprised as you to meet here."

"But you're not acting like you didn't expect it," I snapped, suddenly not feeling like a total coward when my glasses weren't on my nose.

"You're a lot more feisty away from school, aren't you?" he snorted, walking toward my in his incredibly attractive sweatpants and band tee. "Now, let's begin with some stretches and warm-ups."

I hesitated, and Jooheon must have noticed, because he said, "don't worry, it's just you and I in here."

"Well, that makes me even more nervous than I was before," I admitted, reaching down to touch my leg, imitating Jooheon's stretches.

"Look, let's make a promise," he said, moving on to his other leg, before reaching up and stretching his arms across his back, letting his shirt ride up the tiniest fraction, but not allowing me a glance of skin.

"I won't do anything if we aren't in school."

"O-okay," I mumbled stupidly. "W-wait..."

"Shh," he said, striding closer to me, placing a finger on my lips. "Shut up and dance for me, you fool."

"You never told me what to do," I mumbled, frowning.

"Do you have any experience with dancing?" he asked me, seeming so sure that whatever he thought would be true.

"Well, yes-"

"Thought so," he said, "your legs look incredible in those leggings. Definitely dancer's claves."