Reaching The Top[2pm Junho FANFIC]

Chapter 10: Dance instructor

Chapter 10: Dance instructor

"AnAn? Why are you here?" He says whilst whipping off his sweat.

My mouth stays closed and no sound comes out. I had planned a sentence just a few seconds ago, but my mouth doesn't even twitch.

"AnAn?" He questions me, now picking up his water bottle.

My mouth finally moves, "Uh... hi umm... yeah... hey and uh...what's up," But it all comes out as an incomplete sentence.

He smiles. And that expression is enough to make my day. With this whole day being complete shït, and everything going against me. All he did was smile and I feel like my world is 10 times brighter. Why?

"Oh umm... right. I'm here because Young K told me he would get me a tutor and that they would be here for the next three hours," I explain, holding back the strong urge to stutter non-stop.

"Oh yeah, I breifly remembered him saying something about that," he reminding himself. "Though I don't remember him saying it would be me," he laughed it off and unscrewed the bottle cap. I followed his long, rough fingers and they twisted and turned.

"Hey," he suddenly spoke, "Eyes up here," my eyes immediately flew up to his handsome face. I have no idea if he knows where I was looking. Or if he's making it seem way more dirty than it has to.

"I wasn't-"

"Yeah, okay, you're here to dance right?" The water bottle now goes up to his lips, but his eyes are still on mine with only one eyebrow raised.

He takes a sip, "Uh... yeah," I gulp as he starts to devour down the water. A small droplet escapes his lips and starts to flow down his jaw line, and seems to be tracing his neck, and then gradually disappears into his shirt.

But then another thought comes to me. How on earth are we acting so normal. Like, just this morning he was acting all strange and ignoring me, not looking in my direction. Like what happened between us didn't exist. But in fact, it does.

"Umm... JunHo, why were you acting so strange this morning?" I come out with it immediately as the thoughts enter my mind, and I regret those words instantly.

What if this makes us go into a 'you don't exist' type of persona.

"Let's just get to practice shall we?" He ignores my question completely, but I can feel the aura around him change. He's definitely more tense now than before.  Well done AnAn, give yourself a clap on your back. I sarcastically tell myself.

And then we continue to procced with the awkward dance practice. The only ever time he walk to me is when he is giving me insulting advice on how I can improve. He does laugh occasionally on how I dance, or rather fall of to my butt every time I turn around.

But it gradually does get better, just slightly.

Half way through the lesson...

"AnAn! What on earth do you call that?" he's gotten so formal with me now, "How did you even get into this company? You have to have some basics on dancing!" He continues to shout at me, and I just stand there, like a scarecrow, and take all the backlash. "I've never seen anyone dance as bad as you, even a five year old could dance better!" He rages at me, and then walk off into the corner of the room and crouches down. 

I feel bad, even though it's not really my fault I can't dance. I remember I once tried to learn one of Big Bang's dance in my room, mom walked in and that was the end of that. Dancing was prohibited in my house. Even the smell of music would set my mom off. She's that bad.