Grandeur: The quality of being very special, large or beautiful which attracts admiration. (Repetitive motive in this oneshot. Beginning: The large building, the large dance room, the finale. )
Linda P.O.V
I stood in front of the large building that towered over the rest of the smaller ones, essentially accentuating its importance and high status. They had chosen a quiet neighborhood to reside in and it was understandable since their fame was growing with each second. When you think about it, it's quite impressive and yet scary how fast people can spread news to other countries that may be located thousands of miles away from their hometowns.
I pushed open the doors to enter and took a moment to scan my surroundings. My eyes wandered over the walls and different sections of the room to locate a sign that could lead me to the dance studio.
Apparently, whoever had designed the building hadn't thought of putting up signs.
Great.
I stood by the doors in the hopes that someone might come in and help me out. It took me a few minutes to realize that standing around was pointless, so I had to take affirmative action.
I strode over to the hallway across from me and randomly pressed my ear against a door to try and guess who was inside. My ear didn't pick up any sounds, so I simply went in to have a quick look.
Only just a quick look, no worries.
I stepped inside and my jaw nearly dropped at the immense space this room had to offer.
The fixed, warm lights were shining excessively on the oak hardwood flooring which gave it a fresh and smooth appearance. That alone could make anyone want to dance on its glossy surface but the vast mirrors added on to its inviting atmosphere and charm.
The mirrors stretched along the walls caught my surprised reflection and I ran over towards them, immediately pulling out my phone and earplugs. I had to take advantage of this opportunity and quickly scrolled through my songs to select the perfect song with the sickest of beats.
I grew eager as the music blessed my ears and rolled my hips forward carelessly.
This was it.
This was where I belonged.
I moved my shoulders from side to side while swaying my hips and raising my arms in the air to intertwine them together and bring them down my backside. I laid my hands on my shoulders with my elbows stuck out and continued to switch their positions, following the pattern of the beats.
I was enjoying this feeling of being free with my body and moving to the music. It was the first time I was really getting lost in the moment without thinking too much.
I let my ponytail sway and sank slowly to a squatting position. I stuck out my backside and began shaking my buttocks, laughing out loud as twerking had never felt natural to me.
"Excuse me... but who are you?"
I let out a shriek and removed my earplugs in an instant as my cheeks reddened from the pure embarrassment I was feeling. "I'm sorry bro!" I yelped out as soon as I turned around.
Fuck.
Someone had caught me doing THAT and- Taehyung?!
I froze the moment my eyes landed on his face and felt my heart beating wildly.
I wanted to throw up- or maybe curl up in a black hole and die. That definitely sounded better...
