Dangerous | p.jm ✔️

Extra Practice

You'd gone through every pair of shorts and tank top you owned, but nothing seemed right. You wanted to dress to impress for your first dance class. You had been lucky to get into the class in your last quarter of sophomore year. Most people had to wait until their junior year, but you'd managed to beg the professor for an override, promising you would perform well. It was the class that determined whether or not you would be accepted to your university's elite dance program.

You finally settled on a pair of black shorts and a pink Puma tank top. You laced up your shoes and headed to the campus which was only a short walk away. 

Your phone vibrated and you looked down to see a text from Ye-jin wishing you luck on your first day. She didn't go to university with you, she had already completed cosmetology training and was working at a hair salon downtown. Part of you wished that you could've gone to college with your best friend, but Ye-jin was happy and doing what she loved. 

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You arrived at the studio and felt your adrenaline rise. While you were often in the empty dance studios after dark practicing your own routines, but walking in seeing the other students excited you. You took a spot near the front of the class, near two girls who were obviously friends. They were talking and you sat down cross legged as you waited for the professor to show up and the class to start. 

"Can you believe he's the T.A.?" one of the girl's asked the other. 

"I know," the other girl said. "How could we get so lucky to get Park Jimin as our T.A. for the intro class."

His name echoed in your eardrums and you resisted the urge to whip your head to the side and ask the girl if she was serious. Park Jimin was a common name. There were plenty of Park Jimins, like the girl who hosted After School Club. Park Jimin could be anyone. 

Your worst nightmare was confirmed when Park Jimin walked into the room. He wore a pair of black ripped jeans and a black T-shirt, a silver necklace caused his T-shirt to crease perfectly, showing his defined pecs. 

You weren't the only one who noticed the boy. Everyone in the class seemed to be taking in his presence. If they weren't running their eyes up and down his body, they sat awed, as if he were some sort of God. You figured he must be pretty good in order to get the T.A. slot for the class, the few spots usually went to the seniors with the highest rank in the department. The students probably had reason to be awed.

He caught your eyes then. You tried not to react, but watching as his dark puppy eyes turn into hungry lion ones, made it hard to look away. His lips slightly upturned into a smirk and you found yourself shifting uncomfortably in your seat as you remembered the way his lips had kissed you and the way they trailed over your skin. It seemed he knew the train your thoughts were taking and he quickly licked his lips, another smirk crossing his plump lips. It happened in a flash, so quickly that you were sure no one else noticed. 

The professor came into the room; a woman with bobbed hair and a perfect body. You couldn't help but notice how Jimin's eyes flit over her quickly. 

"Hello class," she said. "I know you are all very excited to get dancing, but we need to go over a few things first. She glanced over at Jimin and motioned for him to come to the front of the studio. "This is Park Jimin. He will be assisting me this quarter. I would befriend him, he's currently the top student in the department and will be a great resource as your choreograph your audition piece throughout the quarter."