One more dance (BTS x reader)

My Kinda Luck

I woke up late the next afternoon, scrambling out of bed in a chaotic rush to get to the studio by one. My heart pounded in my chest as I threw on clothes, grabbed my dance bag, and bolted out the door. Naturally, with my luck, I arrived breathless, only to discover my first class had been moved to two. I hadn't even checked my phone in my frantic dash across town.

Irene greeted me with a pitiful look as she handed me a small breakfast sandwich. "Knowing you, you probably didn't eat. You're going to need this—today's a technical training class."

My stomach growled, proving her right, and I grumbled a thanks while stuffing the sandwich into my mouth. I made my way to the studio, sitting on the floor with my chin propped in my palm, chewing the last bite as I tossed the napkin into the trash can. Glancing at my watch, I rolled my eyes and stretched out my legs in front of me, mentally cursing myself for the unnecessary rush.

Soft lyrical music played in the background as I started my stretches, rolling my ankles to loosen up. I groaned softly as I slipped into my splits, phone in hand as I absently scrolled through a flyer for a new farmer's market in town. The tabloids were buzzing about it, which seemed odd, but I didn't give it much thought. Putting my phone aside, I pushed further into my oversplits, feeling the strong pull in my back slowly subsiding as I bent almost in half, chest to the floor.

Leaning forward, I pulled my back leg over my head, nearly touching my big toe to the ground in front of me. My other leg hovered in the air, creating a perfectly straight line with the leg stretched overhead.

"Well, that's flexibility if I've ever seen it," an amused voice interrupted from behind me.

Startled, I quickly released my leg and sat up, slightly embarrassed to find three new students standing at the door. All three were undeniably attractive, and I found myself internally cursing my luck. *How is it that I keep getting all the hot guys to teach?*

The only blonde in the group stepped forward, placing his dance bag on the floor. "May I ask? Where are the other students?"

I smiled slightly, trying to compose myself. "You three are my only students for this class today."The youngest-looking one's eyes bugged out. "You're Ms. Remington?"

I chuckled, introducing myself properly. "That's right. And you are?"

The one with the wide eyes spoke first, still looking a bit sheepish. "I'm Jungkook. I'm, uh, 23."

The blonde stepped forward next, giving a shy wave. "I'm Jimin. I'm 24."

The last guy had an infectious smile that immediately brightened my mood. "I'm Hoseok. And I'm 25." He shook my hand warmly, and I returned the friendly gesture.

"Fantastic. I'm Y/N. Now, I need to know who's technically trained in classical arts—ballet, contemporary, lyrical, jazz, tap, that kind of thing?"

Only Jimin raised his hand, and I nodded, impressed. "Which ones?"

"Ballet and contemporary," he replied with a small smile.

"Great. I assume you two are more hip-hop-focused?" I asked, turning to Hoseok and Jungkook.They both nodded, and I clapped my hands together. "Perfect!"

Their confused looks made me laugh, and I quickly explained. "I needed someone to help me with something ballet-related—it'll flex your partnering skills as well, Jimin. As for you two, I'll give you a challenging combo to work on in the meantime. This is an advanced class, so I'll be a bit tough on you. Are you up for it?"

They all nodded, and I squealed softly in excitement. "Okay, you have fifteen minutes to warm up."

Leaving them to their own devices, I proceeded to lace up my pointe shoes, leftover from yesterday's session. Moving to the barre, I started my warm-up, unaware of the careful trio of eyes watching me. *Turning Page* by Sleeping at Last played, and I smiled, placing my right ankle on the barre and stretching my back.