Bangtan One Shots

{highschool series: jimin}

» Dance Practice «

Y/N stood outside her new classroom, inhaling and exhaling methodically to the rhythm of a waltz. Her nerves were going haywire, and this was her coping method. Being the new kid was never fun. But being the new kid at one of the best fine arts institutes in the country felt ten times worse. Many of the other students had been bred for this life; lessons from the best tutors from young ages, and hours of practice. Y/N, who had had no prior training, got in on raw talent alone. But she was determined to work hard, and make a name for herself.

"Introducing, Y/N" came the teacher's cue for her entry. Y/N pushed open the door, and strode in, chin up and shoulders back, just as she had seen professionals do all her life. Y/N flashed a very brief smile and stated, "My name is L/N Y/N. I am a self- taught dancer and I enjoy reading and music. I am very excited to attend school with you all, and I hope you will welcome me."

A polite applause rose from the students, as the teacher directed Y/N to her seat. They all immediately stopped and began unpacking to begin class.

During her study hall period, Y/N was being peppered with perky questions by what felt like every girl in her grade.

"What kind of dancer are you?"

"How long have you been dancing?"

"What school did you transfer from?"

"Did you like it there"

While the other girls meant well, the constant buzz of chatter was tiring. When it was time to prepare for dance class, Y/N's heart was bounding at a thousand miles an hour.

The other girls assured her that she would make it as long as she was quiet, didn't fall over, and obeyed the director. But while they were genuine tips, Y/N felt as if they were more for them to waste less class time on an uneducated student than to genuinely help her.

"I'm in a bed of snakes," Y/N thought frustratedly as they proceeded to class. The dance class itself was starkly different from what she was used to. Instead of choosing a new song and learning the choreography, the director had a set choreography for a set of multiple songs...as the warm up. And then afterwards, they did intense drills so they could do tricky maneuvers and tricks. Y/N could barely stand when class was dismissed.

Immediately after school, she signed up to reserve the studio to practice. She was determined to excel in her place at this academy. It was the only way she had to ever achieve her dream.

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She quietly pushed open the door to the studio, and flicked on the lights. She set down her bags, and started setting up her music. She heard the door ease open, and she whipped around. A boy with soft blonde hair was staring right back at her. He had a slightly chubby face, and pink plump lips that reminded her of a doll.

"Can I help you?" She asked, setting her speaker system down lightly.

"I might ask you the same," came his melodic high pitched voice. "You do know you can only use the studio after school by reservation only, right?"

"I did," Y/N replied nervously. "I could've sworn slot for this afternoon was empty,"

The boy wrinkled his nose, "That's funny. It was empty when I signed up as well,"

Y/N felt her heart sink, sensing that she would probably have to leave to avoid conflict.

"But," the boy began, "What are you here to practice? I'm just here to practice some combinations from class,"

"Same," Y/N replied, "I'm working on stuff from the beginner stage class,"

His eyes lit up, "I'm in that class as well! I probably have it at a different time of the day, which is why I don't recognize you,"

Y/N smiled at his warm response. "If it's alright, I guess we could practice together. Seeing as we're doing the same exercises..." she said quietly.

"Of course! It's always nicer practicing with a partner," he replied with a close - eyed smile. He set his bag down, and crossed over to Y/N.

"My name is Park Jimin. What's yours?" He questioned with another smile.

"L/N Y/N," she responded shyly.

"Well, Y/N, shall we dance?"

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As it would turn out, Jimin was an amazingly skilled dancer. He was extremely flexible, and held great control over his muscles.

Y/N was awed at his talent, and he was extremely sweet to her. When she was lost or confused, he would help her. He gave her critiques on her rhythm and alignment every now and then, but otherwise, only praise came from his lips.

When their time slot had ended, he crossed over to her. "Y/N, you dance very well! It's amazing that you've only been self taught!"

Y/N ducked her head slightly, "Thanks," she said, glowing with pride.

"I'd love to practice again with you!" Jimin grinned. He whipped out a scrap of paper and scrawled our messy numerals. "Here's my number! Message me whenever you want to practice next" he said hurriedly with a light blush dusting his cheeks.

Y/N took the paper from him carefully, "Thank you! I'll be sure to," she replied.

He waved goodbye, and she gazed after his retreating form. Glancing down at the scrap of paper she clutched to, she began smiling like an idiot. How lucky she was.

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[author's note] hello all! i'm back from my writing slump (what was it like two years,, lmao)! I feel like my writing has degraded a little, but don't worry,, I'll be back up to speed in no time! please vote ⭐️ if you somehow enjoyed this, and I'll see you in the next installment ~