Art's Rarest Form {Bts x reader} (On Hiatus)

Chapter 3: Kim Taehyung

"You call that dancing?!" Y/N flinched visibly at the harsh sounding voice of the ballet teacher in the class room that she was currently standing outside of.

Bringing her jacket closer to her body, the Y/H/C girl shivered involuntarily.

"I can't believe you made me come here on my day off." She grumbled as she watched her best friend close his locker and drape his dance bag loosely over his shoulder, facing Y/N with a look of disinterest in his soft features.

"Would you stop complaining? At least you don't have rehearsal." Jungkook stated.

Y/N released a puff of air, moving a rebellious strand of Y/H/C back to its original space.

"I still would rather not wake up early on my days off." She pouted.

The brunette sighed as he bent down to tie his black and white adidas, placing his bag on the ground beside him.

"I'll go to class on my own. You can go ahead and leave, Jin already said he'll pick me up at three and then he wants the three of us to meet at that expensive steakhouse he likes."

Y/N nodded.

"Okay. I-"

Her sentence was cut off by the soft sound of her phone vibrating from in her pocket. The ballerina inspected the message, her E/C eyes scanning over the screen of her phone.

From Namjoon🙄:
I'm at the front gate of the school with my car. I know you said you drove your friends, but I figured I'd be a gentleman.🤗

She rolled her eyes as she quickly typed back.

To Namjoon🙄:
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Give me sec.

Y/N placed her phone back in her pocket and faced her best friend.

"Namjoon's here and apparently he's driving so the car will be here until I get back, so if you need something from in it, it's in the parking lot."

The boy nodded in acknowledgement as she stood up from tying his shoes.

"Well, I'll get going. Enjoy class, sucker!"

Jungkook rolled his brown eyes and closed his locker, turning on his heels to head towards the rehearsal room. Leaving without another word to Y/N.

Y/N watched her best friend leave and a pout graced her plump lips.

"Rude." She mumbled as she began her trek outside.

The ballerina watched her feet as she walked. She subtly admired the way her feet would point to the outside automatically. When she was little, she would watch ballerinas walk. They held themselves with grace and poise, unlike any other women the young girl had seen in her life. And so she began walking like them everyday until it finally just became a habit.

Heel. Toe.
Heel. Toe.

A small smile made its way onto Y/N features as she began to subtly move her feet to a melody she was humming. Her feet were up and down as she moved around carelessly. Her arms outstretched themselves in a perfect semi-circle around her body, and she began doing small circles with her feet. Just as she had learned in ballet class.

She began to laugh at her own silly antics. Wishing that she could dance so freely all the time, instead of always being in first position through fifth.

The melody she hummed was no particular song, only something she had made up off the top of her head, but it was by far the most fun song she'd ever had the pleasure to dance to. Even if it sounded terrible.