Nada

Knee to the Crotch

"Does Y/N not like us anymore?" Namjoon looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" Jimin had his hands shoved in his pockets. He'd been bored, no classes today, and he was caught up on his assignments so he had decided to grace Namjoon with his presence.

In other words, he had showed up with no notice at Namjoon's flat and raided his fridge.

"Does she not like us anymore?" Jimin's brow was furrowed and he seemed to be seriously asking.

"What makes you think that?"

"Well....she's just....she's just been weird lately. You know how I always see her on campus when I go to my classes?" Namjoon nodded.

"Well....I feel like she's....kinda avoiding me...." Jimin looked down and mumbled, kicking absently at the carpet. Namjoon gave Jimin a stern look.

"Did you grope her?"

"What?! No!" Jimin asked, surprisingly offended at the question. "I'd like to not be castrated, thank you very much."

"I mean...."

"You and Hoseok would probably help." Jimin grumbled under his breath.

"She has been.....she has seemed kind of distant lately." Namjoon mulled, thinking over her behavior the past month. "But it could be anything. Maybe she's been practicing extra, you know how hard Hoseok can be to keep up with."

"Maybe." Jimin didn't look convinced but turned to go back to the kitchen, leaving Namjoon staring at his book but not actually seeing the words in front of him. Now that Jimin mentioned it, she did seem more closed off lately. He thought back to when he'd seen her check her phone that one night. He'd been drunk but he knew he hadn't imagined it. Maybe she was having family issues? He shook his head. It was probably nothing. If Y/N wanted to share it, she would.

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"And a 5, 6, 7, and an 8 and 1...you're not hitting on the beat." Hoseok came to a stop as the music blasted through the practice room and Y/N froze in position, sweat glistening on her body. At times like this, Hoseok had to really focus his thoughts. He tended to get a lot of his hook-ups through the dance club because, well, dance outfits tended to display your assets very well. Y/N tended to prefer leggings and sports bras, which meant he got a good view of her figure when they practiced. And if it had been anyone else, he would've openly stared and made a move.

He was sure the dance professor had been relieved when Y/N lasted more than one session with him. Now that they had been working together for about eight months, they tended to flow together better. They knew each other's little quirks and had adapted to each other's styles. It was amazing really. First, she'd come back to be his partner. Second, she was willing to try to keep up with him. The few people he hadn't slept with were worn out after one session and quit for that reason. The others....well it got awkward when they realized he didn't want a relationship.

Y/N was breathing heavy when they ended and briefly waved as she headed out the door. Leaving him alone.

His eyes wandered to the corner. The corner. The corner that had so altered his life.

He had been unapologetic in his staring when Y/N had come to the studio for the first time. His professor had just sighed and sadly shook his head before pairing them up. Y/N with Hoseok of course. Because no one else would work with him.

He had thought he was a lion stalking his prey. She had looked so innocent, like something he could ruin. If she noticed his ogling she didn't let on, just asked him what they would be learning for today. And, of course, Hoseok had picked his getting laid song. That's what he called it. It was very sensual and hands-on, a good partner song.

He'd started off slow, teaching her the moves, and she'd caught on quickly. Perfect. The dance didn't touch any danger areas at first. Y/N had looked at him blankly but finally sighed quietly and let him run through it. He'd been making his move, hands landing on her stomach and gently sliding lower and lower...

Y/N's hand had landed on his wrist and jerked it away. A warning. But to Hoseok she was playing hard to get. So he backed off for a bit, the next time running his hands down her arms and then over her hips...she tried to pull his hand away again but he'd resisted, pressing his body against hers.

She may be small but she was strong. Before he could process she'd turned around, one hand grabbing his shoulder and the other going for his neck, and suddenly there was a devastating pain in his crotch area. He'd gasped, in too much pain to yell or make any other noise, collapsing to the floor and clutching himself. Y/N had simply looked down at him, looking completely calm despite the violence she had just used.

"You need to learn to take no for an answer." She said simply, before exiting and slamming the door behind her.

When he'd finally recovered from the pain, Hoseok had then been in shock. He couldn't believe it. Rejection. The last time he'd gotten rejected was in middle school, when he didn't know what the hell he was doing. What kind of a woman was this?