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②He's Something

 
"I'm Yoongi and I started dancing when I was thirteen." The boy's short response caused a handful of students to chuckle.

"Not so talkative, huh?" asked Taehyung, a warm smile decorating his lips.

"He's always like that," Jimin, who was sitting beside him, said. "Since the attention is on me now, let me say that I'm Jimin and I started dancing when I was five, my favorite style is contemporary, and I want to pursue dancing after high school too."

"And here we have the complete opposite," Taehyung commented, lighthearted teasing evident in his tone.

"I'm just a happy, outgoing person." Jimin lifted a kittenish shoulder with his remark. He did that quite a lot.

Taehyung chuckled and shook his head as he couldn't believe how open that petite boy was when they had just met. His eyes shifted to the boy next to Jimin, who was sitting with his knees close to his chest, arms tightly fastened around them. His head was bowed as he stared at the floor, chewing on his bottom lip nonstop. "Next one," he uttered in an attempt to draw his attention, but Jeongguk seemed wholly enwrapped in his thoughts.

Jimin bumped his shoulder to bring him back to reality, and it seemed to work since the boy perked his head up, eyes locking with Taehyung's beautiful ones, knocking the breath out of him. It was the first time he made eye contact with his teacher, and just when his heartbeat calmed down a tad, it notched up again, drumming at a rapid rhythm.

"Jeongguk?" the teacher questioned as he looked at him with big eyes, anticipating the boy to speak up.

"Yes, I'm—" Jeongguk hushed up when his voice cracked, leading some of the students to chortle. But what left him in a daze, at a stark loss was that Taehyung shushed them right away with a scowl and returned his attention to him, his expression softening upon meeting his gaze.

Although Jeongguk was void of any idea of why the teacher did what he did, he cleared his throat and drew in a fortifying breath. "I started d-dancing when I was seven. Actually, Jimin made me go t-to a dance class with him and I t-think I just fell in l-love then with dancing." He patted his blazing cheeks with the back of his hand as he was having a hard time maintaining eye contact with the older and had to glance away every now and then.

"So I'm guessing you're really good at dancing," Taehyung stated, his voice delicate, honeyed, just like his stare on him.

"I'm o-okay, I guess."

A hushed chuckle fell from Taehyung's lips as he soaked in his bashful behavior and rosy cheeks for a few more seconds and then laid his gaze on the boy next to him.

  
After everyone talked about their experience in dancing, the class finally started. Taehyung showed the first part of the choreography, and it was rather fast with a lot of details, so not all of them could do it precisely.

He wasn't harsh on them, though; it was only their first class with him and it was their second week after Christmas vacation. They still needed time to adjust, and he knew it.

Jeongguk tried his best not to gawk at his teacher, especially now that the veins in his arms throbbed and beads of sweat marked his sleek skin.

He stood at the side, watching the other group dancing. He didn't show it like that. This thought bloomed in his head as he caught a boy doing a move wrong. It's a spin on the right leg, not the left one.

He wasn't doing it on purpose — he just couldn't help it, really. One of the best qualities he had in dancing was that he could do exactly what the teacher showed with all the details. He often caught himself correcting his classmates in his head, but he never said anything unless they asked him. A lot of them were asking him for pointers about the choreo in every dance class. And he was humbly giving them any piece of advice he thought it was important.