delicate | jjk

six.

my t-shirt clung to my body as i breathed out, staring at myself in the mirror. i pulled the fabric to the right, following after it with my body, making myself move to the sound of the background music. i knew this choreography by heart, and still i was always trying to perfect it. to hit that move just a fraction of a second earlier, to make everything look even better.

i let out a deep breath in frustration as the song finished. today's practice just wasn't going as it should. my body felt stiff, as if it was afraid to follow what my brain wanted it to do. it was probably the fact that it was still early in the morning and i had felt way too nauseous to eat anything in the first place.

i sat on the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. this is what i would do whenever i couldn't sleep. come to the dance studio and practice until i dropped. although it left me exhausted, it was the kind of exhausted that also made me feel proud of myself.

but today was just not my day.

i heard the door to the studio being opened and my head shot right up, looking towards the entrance to the room. jungkook stood there, holding a bag over his shoulder.

"sorry erin, i didn't know you'd be using this room," he excused himself with a bow, turning to head back out.

"wait, jungkook," i stood up and fixed my clothes, walking up to him. "please come in. i'm barely making any progress anyway."

he looked at me and slowly nodded, pushing the door closed behind him. "if you say so. i just don't want to interrupt you."

"you're not, really," he tilted his head, watching me as i sat back down.

"are you okay? after i saw you running off yesterday, i got worried about you," he said, taking a seat on the floor next to me.

"yes, i'm fine, just... i was running really late since i had to be here so early in the morning," i lied, hoping he hadn't seen the tears running down my cheeks. "which reminds me, why are you here so early? and why aren't the others with you?"

"i couldn't sleep," he shrugged, tying his shoelace. "i usually come over here whenever i can't sleep. dancing calms me."

"i do that a lot too," i confessed, putting my hands on my knees. "i was coming to practice today but nothing seems to go the way i want it to."

"maybe you're just stressed, if you just relax a little, maybe things will flow easier," he spoke as if it was the easiest thing in the world. which it was, for him.

he had worked so hard during his training, and considering the fact that even before bts he was an amazing dancer, it was easy for him. it didn't mean he wouldn't put in as much effort as the others, but he just had this ability for dancing. i admired him a lot.

"that's easy coming from you," i nudged him jokingly.

he let out a light chuckle. "no, c'mon," he stood up and gave me his hand so i could follow him. "i'll show you."

i sighed and took his hand, instantly feeling a jolt of electricity run up my arm solely from him holding it. he brought me to the center of the room, letting go of me so he could walk to the radio and turn on the music.

i chuckled as i heard the song. "justin bieber, how could i not have guessed that one?"

"what? his songs are nice to dance to," jungkook shrugged, showing me his bunny smile. "besides, i may or may not have choreographed a little something to this song. you up to try it?"

"sure," i spoke, and he walked up to me, showing me the steps.

at first, it was a bit hard to follow. but as minutes passed, and because he was an amazing teacher, i started picking up the steps he was showing me. i would often blush when he would touch me or ask me to touch him for the steps, as the dance was a somewhat intimate one. i wondered why jungkook even choreographed things like this.