euphoria | knj √

14: dna.

"At first sight, I could recognize you. As if we were calling for each other, the DNA in my blood vessels tell me that it's you I was looking all over for."

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Upon stepping into the dance studio, Rein was met by Mr. Son, an energetic man who was always a little out of breath. It was evident that he had an enthusiasm for his work from the way he talked and carried himself like he was dancing with every step he took, and for that, the singer respected him.

"Hello! My manager said I needed to meet you here this morning," Rein said with a questioning upturn of tone at the end. Mr. Son gave her a thumbs up.

"Yep. How are the heels coming?" She sighed.

Oh yes. The six-inch stilettos were coming perfectly. She had to wear them every day to work, (she cheated sometimes and took them off in the studio) getting some attention when she click-clacked towards her destination.

"Uh, you know. Good," she said, talking to Mr. Son. He gave her a sympathetic smile. 

"I know they're terrible, but trust me, it'll be worth it." 

It better fucking be.

"So, my manager said we needed to discuss my part for the music video," she said.

"Correct. The active choreography will be small and there are some small parts that include you being on camera, but the director will go over that with you, anyhow..." Rein nodded.

"Will the others be learning as well?" she asked.

"Yes, but separately until the end where I'm going to teach the broader stuff."

"OK then, let's get started."

So for the next hour, Mr. Son went over her choreography in detail with her, and she followed along the best she could. When he demonstrated at first, she felt a mix of apprehension and amusement, as the moves looked more advanced than her level and also due to the fact that they were a little more traditionally female. She stumbled through the dance the first time around, avoiding the right side of the mirror where Mr. Son was looking at her with an expression that could be best described as concern.

She started the beat off in a crouch, then slithered into a strong stance as the first lyric started. The dance accented the fierce side of Rein. It reminded her of a crimson-lipped assassin in leather, poised like a tiger and ready to strike at her next victim. In the end, she dropped to the ground and combined with a delicate raise of the arm and a look up to the ceiling, it was her favorite move.

By the end of the hour, Rein could go through the whole thing without making mistakes. Her clothes were thoroughly soaked with sweat, and her calves were throbbing painfully, but that was the satisfaction in it. She could barely breathe.

"Your progress was good for the first day, Ms. Jones!" Mr. Son exclaimed, giving her shoulder a light pat. "This pretty much concludes our session for today." She put her hands on her knees and sighed in relief.

"Alright. Get some rest, make sure to practice at home, and I'll see you tomorrow," he said. She nodded, making her way toward the exit "Oh, wait!" he said just as she opened the door. "Could you maybe bring Namjoon in here for me? He's next." She nodded again; she couldn't rely on herself to talk without gasping.