You are so embarrassed and mortified you almost scream and punch the wall.

A moment later the door opens, and Myungsoo is standing in the doorway, dressed and chuckling.

"I'm, I'm so sorry," you stammer immediately, "that was so rude of me. I should have knocked! I'm so sorry!"

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he grins. "It's not every day a girl knocks down my door to try and catch me naked."

"I was NOT trying to catch you naked!" You hiss.

He laughs.

"I'm sorry," You repeat, hanging your head.

"Honestly, it's alright. It was just my shirt off. You didn't see the... important sections," he smirks.

You hit him on the arm.

"Stop joking around, I feel really bad about this! You even told me earlier you were going to change out of your biking clothes. I just... I just forgot." You grimace at him, your face hot with shame.

"If you really felt bad you wouldn't be hitting me," he teases.

"Myungsoo--" you say warningly.

"Okay, okay!" He laughs. "Well, since your face is about to explode, let's change the topic for the sake of your health. What are you doing here anyway?"

"... I wanted your help describing the new choreography," you reply, still having trouble meeting his eyes.

"Sure," he smiles, turning back into his office. "But let me grab my tablet—brand spanking new--- and then let's go work on it in the Bangtan practice studio because I left my notes there yesterday."

You head down to the studio together, making a small detour at the cafeteria for some tea.

The practice room is still dark, and Myungsoo flips on the lights as you enter.

"First ones here!" He raises his arms in victory.

"You're so silly," you roll your eyes.

"My team should be here soon though," he says, "we are teaching more of the dance today. Let's do this before they get here."

He finds his notes under the speakers. "Aha!"

You sit down in a chair, flip open your notebook and read a section to him.
"Jimin is in the center, wrapping his hands over his knees as he kicks to the side. Can you show me that part?" You frown.

"Let's see..." He flips through the papers in his hand. "Okay, I think I know which part you mean." He bluetooths his tablet to the speakers and taps through the song, finding the right spot.

"Let me know if this is the part you mean," he says. "Six, seven, eight..." He counts you in and sways to the beat, kicking into action and pumping his arms.

"Yes, that's leading to the right part," you shout over the music.

He nods at you and keeps going, tapping himself on the elbow and throwing out his hands. He makes a small spin and you smile, remembering his tablet story.

You watch him intently as he finishes the whole dance.
Then you ask him to do the dance again, this time while you pen in additional remarks on your writing.

"One more time, please?" You smile, "I miss things while I write."

"Haha, don't worry. It's part of the job!" He restarts the music and hops into place, his feet light and steady.

He goes all out for you so you can see what the dance would be like on stage, pumping his body with full force and locking his joints on every detail. He juts out his chest as he body rolls, throwing his head to the side.
He knows you're trying to write about the dance, so he doesn't try to save energy, he dances like BTS would when they are on stage.
Full force.

It's a very intense dance, and Myungsoo is sweaty already as he finishes for the third time.

You laugh in appreciation as he loops the music and automatically begins the dance a fourth time without saying a single word.

He smiles at you through the mirror as you laugh.

You hear the doors behind you swing open, but you concentrate on Myungsoo's dancing.
After all, he is doing this for your benefit. You figure you could wait to say hi to his team later.

He does a fancy series of crypt stepping and you watch intently, nodding along to the music.

It isn't until he's almost finished that the new figures in the mirror on the wall in front of you seem all too familiar, and you spin around on your seat to face the door.

Jimin stands by the entrance, with Jungkook behind him.