Heavy and loud.

Those two words were perfect to describe the current state of your breathing after the soft music from the speakers in your dance studio practice room, had stopped enchanting your body in jumping and spinning around all over the place.

An exhaustive sigh escaped your lips as you collapsed on the cold wooden floor that was beneath your feet, your tired eyes glancing at the white light above your head hazily, your quickened breathing still not getting any better.

Closing your eyes, you gulped as you placed a hand on your forehead, breathing in and out the heavy and hot air that was all fogged up around you, all because of the intense dancing that you had gone through only seconds ago.

It was hard, and rather quite sad, that a 20 year old girl like you was currently in a dance studio practicing like crazy to impress some people tomorrow Sunday, instead of going out with your friends and party on this Saturday night.

You frowned at your thoughts, the hand that was once on your forehead sliding down towards your stomach.

What friends?

You chuckled at yourself, getting your upper body up as you stretched your slightly sore legs gently.

That's right.

What was even more sad, was that a twenty year old girl like you had zero friends whatsoever, since your big and hot ass didn't really know how to treasure the friendships that it had made back at your high school days.

'Ah, good times, good times.'

Those hectic days where you always got late to school, your uniform all messed up and wrinkled since your lazy self didn't think of ironing it after your mother always washed it, your not so popular self walking all casually inside of the classroom as you made your way to your seat not giving two shits about anyone. Then at the end of the day you always ended up covered in banana milk against the lockers as some random girls laughed at your pathetic--

You cringed then winced at your high school memories.

'Nope, bad times, bad times.'

Sighing, you got up from the ground and started to stretch your hands up as you looked at your reflection through the giant mirror that covered one of the walls of the dance studio, your eyes hardening once seeing your said reflection.

That reflection of your's of course consisted of your face and body, but with messed up hair and glistening skin from all the sweat that poured down from your head down to your body, the white baggy t-shirt you were wearing reaching up to your thighs, showcasing the black bra that you wore underneath clearly, as your baby blue jean shorts barely peaked out under your mentioned shirt.

You looked at yourself carefully once again, your hand going up to your back pocket and getting a black rubber out to tie your crazy electrocuted locks up in a messy bun.

This was you now. You weren't the small and shy girl from high school, you weren't the one that used to so easily let people take advantage of her-- no.

You learned your lesson.

That girl was not you anymore.

Now, you were only a dancer. Something that you've been called ever since you were seven when your mom made you take those ballet lessons, but you never really embraced it much. After high school thought, and the disappointing look that your mother and father gave you when no decent college wanted to make you into a business woman or a doctor, you decided to pack your bags and find your true self.

You decided to go out and face the world.

And here you were now, inside the dance practice room of one of the biggest dance studios in Seoul, being one of the top students between all of the others around you.

You smiled at that thought, nodding to yourself in satisfaction, loving yourself for a second.

Thought it was only a second.

And every second will pass by fast without anyone realizing it.

Walking over and hitting the play button of the giant speakers, your body started to sway once more to the dance that your dance instructor had taught only you today, just so that you can wow everyone tomorrow at your graduation party, where hundreds of entertainment companies would be inspecting every student from head to toe.

This was it.

This was your chance to show them all.

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The orange haired man, with the sharp jaw, eyes danced from left to right, his form observing your every move from outside the dance practice room, the one that you had reserved all to yourself until midnight, which is the time that the school will finally close.

He watched as your slim and fit body perfectly swiped through the music and hit every move that he had taught you only this morning, when you had practically begged the man to help you.

He was surprised that you were unable to choreograph your own dance, but payed it no mind as he helped you nonetheless.

He knew that the principal had allowed you and a few others to showcase their dancing, each of you getting a solo moment just so that you can show of your talents a bit, since you guys were the top in your classes, and he wanted the best for you guys specifically.

He himself was happy with the news since you were one of the said top students, and your teacher absolutely adored you from the first day the both of you met. That adoration thought turned into something more later on as he watched you grow slowly and become a perfect dancer.

Why?

Because your struggling in life self reminded him of his own teenage self way back when he only started to become a dancer. The burdens that you've been through and more was draped on his shoulder ever since his parents passed away.

He knew why he liked you so much.

Thought, there was something that he couldn't really figure out yet.

A weird feeling that swells up in his chest every time he--

A whistle coming up from behind the small window he was watching you through abruptly flinched him out of his thoughts, as he held his breath in for a second.

Looking up, his startled self met the e/c eyes that he loved to see so dearly, the said eyes looking at him while your angelic face smiling at his sight, your hand waving at him in greeting.

Letting go of the breath that he was holding up, he smiled as he nodded over at your direction, his smile stretching out even more when you had ushered for him to get inside the classroom.

He didn't hesitate in agreeing to your offer, and scurry his way towards the practice room door.

"Hello Mr. Jung." Your smiling self had greeted him with a nod, bowing slightly out of respect afterwards, making the receiver of that bow chuckle.

"Hello Y/N." He said back to you, closing the practice room door behind him. "Why are you still here?"

You shrugged.

"I wanted to practice a bit for tomorrow."

"From what I had been observing for the past hour, you nailed every move perfectly with zero mistake or missed balance. So why doing it again every time?"

"Well well, I didn't know you were such a big fan of mine. Watching me for the past hour? I'm flattered Mr. Jung."

Hoseok's eyes narrowed at you in amusement at your smirking self.

"I'm serious here, why are you practicing it again?"

You only shrugged in response, turning your back on him, continuing to stretch out your arms.

Hoseok narrowed his eyes at you.

'She must be that nervous huh?' He thought, his eyes growing soft when watching you make your way towards the speakers to blast off the song you were going to dance to tomorrow, his eyes once again wondering over your form dancing yet again.

Sighing, an idea popped up in his head that would probably help you relieve out some stress out of your system and mind.

Smiling cheekily, the orange haired man ran a hand through his hair as he walked over towards the practice room speakers, your dancing self to busy focusing to feel or to wonder his next actions.

It didn't feel or wonder his next action until the music that you were dancing to had stopped, and was replaced by a soft melody of a piano and a violin.

You fell out on the ground in a split at that, your head turning around to gawk over at your teacher.

Hoseok was smiling happily at you, as he walked over to you in the slowest pace in the world.

You glared at him.

'Little cheeky b--'

"Oh don't look at me like that." Said Hoseok to you as he offered his hand for you to take, which you did with a roll of your eyes. "Loosen up a little bit."

You sighed loudly at that.

"Can you blame me for being nervous?" You asked with a pout, Hoseok laughing at your suddenly now turned cute self, his hand tightening on your own, his other hand sneaking it's way towards your waist to pull you closer towards his chest.

Your eyes widened at the action, your cheek furiously flaring up red, your arms automatically wrapping themselves on his shoulders.

And the next steps that you took happened out of instinct of any professional dancer.

Your bodies swayed from side to side, both of you intensely looking in each others eyes, mesmerized by the emotions that they carried. You then twirled out, with one hand out remaining holding his, then twirled back into his arms, your back hitting his chest abruptly, making both of you to let out a loud gasp at the amazing feeling it gave, your hands remaining entwined with each other as you continued in swaying from side to side.

"I--" you stuttered out, letting out a shaky breath when feeling his hot breath on your neck. "I didn't know you could dance like this..."

You shivered when he breathed out in your neck, your entwined hands tightening on the side.

"Everyone knows how to do a simple slow dance." He lowly said in your ear, as he twirled you again into another position. This time, you had your arms around his neck while his were on your waist.

"Your pretty good at this..." you breathed out while staring at his face that was so close to your's.

"Thanks..." He chuckled out as he twirled you once again, arms wrapping themselves around your waist tightly once you had faced him again, you almost choking at the closeness of his face to your's now.

You watched him as he stared at your lips in wonder, you doing the same but biting your lip slightly when he licked his lips.

Looking up at him, you watched as his eyes slowly looked up to meet your own that were staring at him.

His eyes finally met your own.

The next thing that happened was inevitable and out of pure instinct in a hot situation like this.

Hoseok once entwined hand against your own was now on the back of your head, fist in your tied up hair, pushing you forward so that your lips hovered against his own.

You gasped at that, feeling like someone had just punched you on your lungs because of the fast and quickened breathing that you were now taking, as Hoseok intensely looked at your eyes once again.

You melted at his hot gaze on you, almost moaning at the immense sudden pleasure that it gave you.

Hoseok titled his head to the side slightly, now observing your lips, the little voice in his head that was screaming at him to get away from his student made him hesitate in actually taking that step with you.

On the other hand, the little voice in your head was screaming something else for you to do, that you didn't hesitate in doing.

You pushed Hoseok's titled head towards you.

The orange haired man eyes widened at this, as his wet lips met your own soft one.

And then you kissed.

You were kissing him.

You were actually kissing him.

An immense sense of relief washed over him for some reason, as he slowly closed his eyes and kissed you back ever so softly.

Once feeling you pressing your lips against his more firmly, Hoseok decided to guide you through the kiss, his mouth starting to move against your own slowly, you humming at the amazing feeling it gave you.

Wrapping your arms more tightly around his neck, you deepened the kiss that you were currently sharing with your dance instructor, your shorter then him frame stood on her tiptoes just so you can reach him enough.

Hoseok almost laughed against the kiss at your eagerness, his hands sliding down to trace and admire the perfect curve of your waist, as they met the back of your tighs that he had suddenly grabbed tightly.

You gasped at this, breaking away from his lips instantly once feeling his muscular arms lifting your thighs up to encircle his waist.

Breathing hard, you looked up at his eyes in shock, while his eyes were cockily looking at you while a smirk played at his lips, as he ever so slowly backed you up against the cold white wall of the practice room.

Gulping down a lump in your throat when you felt his hand go up towards the hem of your shorts, your panicked eyes looked up Hoseok's own eyes, who's level of amusement in them increased when seeing your eyes.

"What's wrong?" Asked the man in front of you innocently, his smirk still present on his lips as his hand made their way further up to your abdomen that he slowly caressed.

You let out a high pitched laugh at this, quite similar to one of a seal.

"M-Mr. Jung--"

Hoseok gave you a glare at that.

You sighed at that while rolling your eyes.

"Hoseok." You said sternly giving the best hateful glare you could muster. "Stop it."

"Did you really think I was going to do anything to you?" Asked the orange haired man as he laughed loudly, his arms tightening around your thighs, his face getting closer to you as a smile played on his lips.

You gasped when he leaned in and pecked your lips gently, his hand going up to grab your jaw softly.

"Don't stress yourself over little things Y/N." Said Hoseok, bumping his forehead against your's while his hand caressed your cheek slowly. "Your going to do great just like you always did."
Your eyes glistened like the ones of a child receiving a present at his words, your dazed self completely mesmerized by the handsome face of the caring man before you, who looked at you with soft and loving eyes.

"Show them all who you really are." Muttered Hoseok out, kissing your temple then lifting his head to kiss your forehead, all while he uttered out against it words that sent a shivers down your spine, and happiness to swell up in your heart.

"Show me who you really are." Smiled Hoseok a smile so bright that it put the sun to shame.

"Show me the girl that I had grown to love."

And heck yeah, you freaking did.

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