favorite flower; yoonjin

21.

Monday

"Alright boys and girls, today we will be introducing the basics in case you aren't familiar with them. Today's style is quite special, and I am hoping one of you, or more, will impress me. Don't stress yourself. I'm not a strict instructor, but I don't expect kiddy steps and straight posture," The dance instructor chuckles to himself after seeing people behind others fix their stiff posture.

"Today's style is contemporary. Contemporary dance developed around the mid twentieth century, and has became a dominant genres of formal dancers around the world so it's a big deal."

Jimin stood next to Hoseok with a soft smile as he watched his instructor walk around and look at them through the mirrors that reflected around them. He can't believe this is the first official class he's attended. As he talked, he placed his hands behind him and spun lightly.

"Contemporary originally took the form of Jazz along with ballet steps and rhythms, but slowly flew into its own modern feel. This is a style that handful of people can only understand, It's not easy."

Jimin's eyes grew as he watched his seongsang speak so highly with the right words about his favorite type of dance. He's experienced with this, and he knows how the performer is supposed to act.

Delicate but focused.

"Think you got what it takes?" The kids around him all smiled and gave a 'yes, seonsaeng-min'.

A soft tug on the back of his shirt got him out of his trance before everyone moved towards the walls so the class can get started.

Just as the sun was coming down, Yoongi spent all afternoon thinking about wether or not he should go over to the familiar flower shop. He's sat in front of his computer which viewed the song he was working on for a couple of weeks. He's been needing a break for not only his eyes, but for his own well being.

"Hyung! What's up?" Namjoon yelled through the speaker of his phone which was laid on Yoongi's desk.

"Hey, up for a very expensive, late night coffee right now?" Yoongi was about to grab his hoodie when he heard the other bark a laugh ring through his studio.

"Is that a lame excuse to go see Seokjin-hyung?"

"You gonna say yes or do I have to hang up on you."

"Pick me up in 8!"

Yoongi hung up while grabbing his keys and his leather jacket.

A/n very short but I had to update in class!!

Will be posting the q&a chapter later (aka almost three months) when I get more comments and questions. ('＿｀。)

Much love, Mikey.♡