"So the plan is we finalize the steps while you teach Roha the dance routine!"
Traces of protest were apparent from our faces.
Myungjun folded his arms. "You two get along, would you? Minhyuk do it for the competition and Roha do it for your grades!"
Like children, we threw a fit through sounds of objection.
"Nope not another word from you two!" Myungjun declared
We walked into the other room with our heads hung low in defeat.
"Ok here's what's going to happen, I'll show you the step and you'll follow" Minhyuk announced.
"Okay"
"No slacking and I will not repeat myself nor the steps, clear?"
"But I'm not good at steps and keeping up wi-"
"Clear?" Minhyuk repeated.
"But I seriou-"
He leaned in close and repeated "Clear?" Great, he cut me off again.
"Fine." I swear to God, I detest you with my soul.
"Tsk, I already had to repeat myself"
That's just about how our practice flowed. He shows the step, I follow, and of course fail miserably, I'd complain, he'd stare at me like I'm some hopeless case, and then continue in spite of that.
I was lacking in every area of dance. I fail to transition in between steps. Fail to recognize the timing and sequence. Fail to execute critical gestures and movements. Fail to carry out smooth and snappy steps. I could tell that I was a flop, but I mean it wouldn't take a genius to figure that out. Mr. Rude over here knows it but doesn't even bother to become considerate. I would've been going on and on about how I loathe him so much, but right now I'm clouded with self-consciousness.
I can't tell if you can relate, but it feels like I'm expected to just simply 'get it' but I don't. I'm struggling and I just don't know how I'll be able to get through with the competition. My heart sank even further thinking about my grades which was reliant on whether or not I could pull this off.
I felt exhausted mentally and physically. I wanted to cry my eyes out because I couldn't, and for sure I wanted to, keep up with the dancing prowess of the man with me.
I thought to myself that there's no way that my dancing could come close to the likes of his. He danced so well with the music, that he himself felt like music to my eyes. Every spin was graceful, every movement was precise, he's got all the details covered even down to facial expressions. He carries himself so well all throughout the routine that he, himself, looks like art.
If I hadn't known what his attitude was before I saw him dance, I would've fallen head over heels for him.
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Mr. Rude & Ms. Two Left Feet
Fanfiction(You in an Astro Fanfic) Being forced to a school competition, you have no other choice but to follow someone you truly abhor, Mr. R U D E. Though through time, you get to see that he may not be as rude as you thought he was. idk if this might seem...
