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

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"Rona, please forgive me, I'm so sorry..." Lily pleaded, her grip tight on my arm. I glanced towards Alice, who laughed.

    I pryed Lily off my arm, laughing some more. "For the tenth time, I forgive you."

    "Are you sure?" She asked. Alice and I both laughed, Alice waving as she went towards her next class.

    "Yes, I'm sure. It's not your fault." I told her with a pat on the shoulder. We entered Mr. Cona's classroom and I went to my seat, being the third to sit down in our group.

    "Hey guys," I greeted, walking down the aisle to my seat.

    "Hi!" Jackson smiled, hand up. I high-fived it before passing him.

    "Hey..." Jack mumbled, immersed in a book. I don't think he noticed it was me, since once BamBam mentioned my name, he looked up and back at me.
   "Rona, what's up?" BamBam asked.. His binder, disorganized with papers sticking out, sat on his desk. It was close to falling off so with the gentle nudge of an arm so I pulled it back to the center of his desk before passing and sitting down. He laughed in thanks as I sat down and set my things on my desk as well. BamBam was observing my neatly packed, yet old Language Arts folder as Jackson began suddenly, "Aren't those your dance clothes?"
    "Huh? Yeah, they are. How did you know?" I asked, laughing a tiny bit to make it less awkward. He tilted his head as he looked at my tight shirt and the sweater wrapped around my waist.

    "I have gym, it's near the dance classroom," He explained, pointing out the door and forming directions down the hall with his hand. "Why-" he began to ask, but I cut him off.

    "Lily spilled paint on me last period so I had to change." I said quickly, concluding the situation. He made a little nod and was about to turn back around until BamBam spoke.

"That's a nice sweater." He commented, picking up one of the sleeves that hung down and almost hit the floor. He felt it between his thumb and this palm, then set it on top of my desk. It slid down the sloped desk and into my lap. "Where'd 'cha get it?" He asked.

"Uh, I don't remember." I lied, holding one of the sleeves. Does he know it's Suga's? I wondered, my foot tapping on the carpeted floor anxiously.

Jackson observed the sweater a little, then began, "I feel like I've seen that sweater a lot recently, maybe it's at some nearby store."

I let out a big breath of relief, attracting their attention. Luckily they didn't say anything about it.

"Heyo~" Mina hummed as she swung herself into her seat, almost toppling it over. Luckily, even if her desk had tipped, the wall was right next to her desk to catch her.

"Hi!" BamBam and I said in unison, causing us to laugh. Jack, who had returned to his book, glanced up from his desk and made a little mumble to Mina in greeting.

"Wake up Jack," Mina said simply, not looking back at him for response. The minute bell rang, Mina pulling out the papers from yesterday. She turned around and plopped the two papers onto BamBam's desk, scaring him. He used one hand to hold his binder from falling, another to pick up the papers.

"Well, Kunpimook," She began with a playful sneer, "I don't like graphic organizers."

"So you're giving it to him?" Jackson asked, laughing. I glanced at BamBam, who was carefully observing the papers, holding them up and staring at it from random angles.

"You know those are one sided copies, right?" Jack asked BamBam, obviously annoyed.

"I'm just getting a different light angle..." BamBam muttered, sighing. He slowly set the papers down back on his desk.