Seventeen Imagines (COMPLETED)

DK (Pt. 1)

It was your first day of dance class. You were quite excited. New school, new teachers, and hopefully a new you. You sat down on the wooden floor and stretched before the coach arrived. A few other dancers were around you, talking to each other and stretching as well.  You felt someone sit down next to you but paid no attention to that person. Not a few moments later, the coach walked in and welcomed everyone. You were the only one that was new to the class so he introduced you and offered you a break since you didn't know any of the choreographies that they have worked on. You have experience but on another level. You watched the class work on their choreography and even tried copying some moves. It wasn't that hard, you were pretty flexible and quick.

When class was over, the coach explained about having to practice almost 80% of your free time to be able to catch up. You had no worries since you've practiced 90% of your time before attending.

You decided to stay a little longer and practice but not for hip hop. You've been in gymnastics for almost your entire life. You enjoyed it but you had to try something different. You did have to admit that you missed it.

"Wow, I didn't think you'd be that talented."

You heard a voice behind you. It was a guy from the dance class. He had his bag slung over his shoulder but dropped it as soon as he was inside.

"I used to be in gymnastics. I don't do that anymore", you said.

"So why keep practicing for it? You must really love it", he said.

"Sorry but what is it that you want?", you asked.

"Ah I just came here to practice. I'm Seokmin by the way", he smiled, extending his hand forward.

You hesitantly shook it and watched as he walked over to the other side of the room. You continued practicing but couldn't help but glance over at him. He was really smooth when it comes to dance.

"Need help?", he asked, noticing you've been watching him for the past three minutes.

"Um..well coach said I need to catch up so do you mind if you can teach me?", you asked.

"Sure", he smiled.

Both of you practiced for almost three hours until he decided it was time for him to go home. As he packed up his things, you were still going over the choreography.

"Are you not going home?", he asked.

"No. Not now. I don't want to forget anything. It's best if I keep practicing", you said.

"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow at class", he smiled before leaving.

Your phone beeped twice, meaning you received a text message. Your grandma has been calling you and left three messages.

Grandma: Are you practicing?
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Grandma: It's dinner time. Where are you? Don't stay out too late.
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Grandma: Have you eaten? Remember you must have three meals a day. Skip any and you'll be in trouble.

You sighed and put your phone away. You practiced for another two hours until the janitor came in and asked kindly if you can let him do his job. You apologized and packed up all of your things. Once you walked out of the building, you felt a bit dizzy. You shook it off and went home.

Your grandma scolded you, saying she had been worried. You apologized to her and kissed her cheek. Knowing how much she over-cleans, you took the broom from her hands and swept.

"Did you eat? I made your favorite soup", your grandma asked.

"I did. Thanks for asking grandma but I'm 19. You don't have to keep looking out for me", you said.