His black hair and his black suit suited him perfectly. His expression, with the rose in his mouth, as he danced with the girl tango on its most difficult level, showed how much dominance was shining out of him.
Set in Rome (Italy), you and the clas...
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I walked on the yellow, dirtied pavement on a narrow street in Rome. The colourful buildings on either side of the street were three stories high with it's green shutters blocking any eye contact through the window, that was behind a iron balcony. It was dark and the street lamps were on, shining a portion of the way I walked on.
The warm breath of the wind hit my face as I arrived at the end of the street and walked through a rusted, old gate, that was open and treading inside a small courtyard, with buildings surrounding me.
I went into the sand dusted building, that stood in front of me and walked up the small stairs, opening the wooden, glass door and stepping inside.
I walked up the uneven concrete, cold stairs up to the first floor and trudged inside a a door, that was labelled as sala da ballo 1.
As I opened the door, I was greeted with Arianna who walked out of the girls changing room, wearing her 3 inch dancing shoes.
"Hey Y/N!" she happily said, strutting towards me and giving a small peck on each side of my cheek, while I did the same.
"Hey Arianna. Would you mind waiting for me a bit, to change my shoes?"
"Sure!" she said, going back in the changing room with me. The changing room had benches along the wall with a coat hanger on its left side. Vittoria, Sofia and Isabella were already inside the changing room and talking about their work as they were changing into their dancing shoes, with me sitting close to Vittoria.
I greeted them all, getting the same response as I started taking my open toed sandals off and changing them into my 2 inch black heels, simultaneously as Arianna spoke excitedly: "Hey Y/N, did you know that the brand Gucci asked Taehyung to be a model in their next campaign! Isn't that really cool! We'll get to see him in a Vogue magazine!"
"Davvero! That's so cool!" I agreed with her, being equally excited for my dancing colleague in Senrior Zaló tango and salsa lessons.
I quickly put on the black heels and went outside of the girls changing room and immediately strutted to the dance room, that was opposite of the changing rooms. The room had Laminate Flooring with big open windows at the east side of the room. On the south side, t
"Bouna sera." our dance teacher Sr. Zaló and his partner Senora Scarangella greeted us as everyone arrived in the dance room. The boys, Angelo, Giovanni, Lucas and Paolo were already in the room, when suddenly Taehyung came rushing through the door as our dance teachers were about to start the lesson.
"Where were you Tai!" Scarangella almost screeched at the younger, when she noticed that he was about to walk in without wearing his dance shoes.
"Scuzi, Senora Scarangella. My boss insisted to work overtime." Taehyung quickly went back inside the hallway to change his shoes, returning as soon as was finished.
The music started playing and everyone copied the dance teachers steps, that was reflected in the mirror. After wards he told all of us to go to our partners that he has assigned us to in the beginning of summer.
At the mention of Sr. Zaló assigning us to our partners, two strong arms made its way around my waist, pressing me backwards, touching a torso of a strong male.
"Missed me?" Lucas asked, his mouth near to my ear, giving me a slight shock at the sudden closeness.
"Not that much. Now get off me, Lucas." I slightly smirked as he gave a pout of my clap back.
"I know you did." He said with smile, that made my heart warm up a little. I nodded a little with a smile on my face, as we corrected our figure dance stance. Lucas left hand held my right loosely, holding it between his thumb and his forefinger, that had silver ring on. His right hand, that was under my left arm, was placed on my shoulders, bringing me near to him as our torso touched. As soon as Sr. Zaló shouted uno, due, tre out, we began to move in sync to 'La Tortura' by Shakira and Alejandro Sando.
Lucas gently took the lead in ease and with finesse, not bumping with any couple, who were moving, as we danced in perfect motion. Senior Zaló and Seniora Scarangella showed us some more tricks and poses we could perform at the dance, which we practiced with our partners before Sr. Zaló wanted to bring something new to our dancing routines: Dancing with roses.
Sr. Zaló gave each boy a plastic red rose and showed us all how we put the roses in our mouth and how we can dance with it, which made me and the rest of the girls giggle. Lucas smirked a bit at my direction and chomped on the bare air, looking like he was eating something non-existent, making me giggle harder.
'Very flirtatious' I thought, while watching how Sr. Zaló put the rose in Sr. Scarangella brunette with blonde striped hair.
"Okay then! Taehyung and Arianna, lets see if you payed attention." Sr. Zaló said, motioning them to come out of the group of where we all stood.
Kim Taehyung went out and positioned himself correctly, as did his dance partner Arianna. 'La Tortura' started playing again and they danced as Sr. Zaló and Sr. Scarangella.
The black hair and his black outfit fitted him perfectly. The white long pearl earrings making him look ethereal and very beautiful, bringing out a sparkle in his dark orbs. The blood red rose in his mouth, as he danced with the girl in a hard leveled tango, brought out a very dominant atmosphere around him. He looked deadly attractive.
I don't think I wrote this good, but I still hoped you enjoyed it. I'm feeling very tired nowadays and I don't know why. My mum says I should maybe start being active but it hasn't even been the first week of the summer holidays.
This story was kinda inspired by Airplane Pt.2 from BTS new album Love Yourself Tear.
