"At first sight, I could recognize you. As if we were calling for each other, the DNA in my blood vessels tell me that it's you I was looking all over for."

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Upon stepping into the dance studio, Rein was met by Mr. Son, an energetic man who was always a little out of breath. It was evident that he had an enthusiasm for his work from the way he talked and carried himself like he was dancing with every step he took, and for that, the singer respected him.

"Hello! My manager said I needed to meet you here this morning," Rein said with a questioning upturn of tone at the end. Mr. Son gave her a thumbs up.

"Yep. How are the heels coming?" She sighed.

Oh yes. The six-inch stilettos were coming perfectly. She had to wear them every day to work, (she cheated sometimes and took them off in the studio) getting some attention when she click-clacked towards her destination.

"Uh, you know. Good," she said, talking to Mr. Son. He gave her a sympathetic smile. 

"I know they're terrible, but trust me, it'll be worth it." 

It better fucking be.

"So, my manager said we needed to discuss my part for the music video," she said.

"Correct. The active choreography will be small and there are some small parts that include you being on camera, but the director will go over that with you, anyhow..." Rein nodded.

"Will the others be learning as well?" she asked.

"Yes, but separately until the end where I'm going to teach the broader stuff."

"OK then, let's get started."

So for the next hour, Mr. Son went over her choreography in detail with her, and she followed along the best she could. When he demonstrated at first, she felt a mix of apprehension and amusement, as the moves looked more advanced than her level and also due to the fact that they were a little more traditionally female. She stumbled through the dance the first time around, avoiding the right side of the mirror where Mr. Son was looking at her with an expression that could be best described as concern.

She started the beat off in a crouch, then slithered into a strong stance as the first lyric started. The dance accented the fierce side of Rein. It reminded her of a crimson-lipped assassin in leather, poised like a tiger and ready to strike at her next victim. In the end, she dropped to the ground and combined with a delicate raise of the arm and a look up to the ceiling, it was her favorite move.

By the end of the hour, Rein could go through the whole thing without making mistakes. Her clothes were thoroughly soaked with sweat, and her calves were throbbing painfully, but that was the satisfaction in it. She could barely breathe.

"Your progress was good for the first day, Ms. Jones!" Mr. Son exclaimed, giving her shoulder a light pat. "This pretty much concludes our session for today." She put her hands on her knees and sighed in relief.

"Alright. Get some rest, make sure to practice at home, and I'll see you tomorrow," he said. She nodded, making her way toward the exit "Oh, wait!" he said just as she opened the door. "Could you maybe bring Namjoon in here for me? He's next." She nodded again; she couldn't rely on herself to talk without gasping.

I should take off my shoes. She resolved to take them off in the writing studio later.

As Rein neared the end of the hallway, she ran into Namjoon, undoubtedly going to his session with Mr. Son himself. He smothered a wide-eyed stare.

"You, uh... Sweaty..." She gave him a thumbs up.

"Choreography practice," she said. "Very. Hard."

"Oh god. I remember my first practice. I thought I was going to die. But don't worry, it gets better," he said.

"It's worse with the heels," she remarked. He smirked, looking down at her stilettos.

"That sounds... really uncomfortable..." He glanced at her shoes and winced. "Why do you even need to wear those for a music video?" She shrugged.

"I'm guessing it has something to do with the theme of the video, but I can't be sure." She shook her head. "Whatever, no use complaining about it. That's what the head wants me to do, so that's what I'm doing, I guess."

"Hey, at least I don't need to look down when I talk to you anymore," he said. Rein gave him a playful eye roll but said nothing.

"Anyway, great drive, Ms. Jones. Keep up the good work," he offered. 

"Thanks, I'll try." She paused, then spoke again. "Well, Mr. Son wanted me to bring you next for your session." Namjoon nodded.

"Thank you. I was just going there myself." Then something seemed to dawn on him. "I almost forgot! Everyone's doing karaoke downstairs, but I'm pretty sure they're streaming it on Vlive," he said. She grimaced.

"I don't think that's not really my scene..." Rein couldn't imagine if fans saw her on a Vlive, especially if a few of those fans knew who Rein really was. They would put her in the spotlight sooner than she would have wanted, and under the circumstances of gossip.

"Well, if that couldn't convince you, Taehyung and I brought our dogs," he said with a crooked smile.

"Aw! What are their names again?"

"Taehyung's are Soonshim and Sandol, and mine is Rapmon." She giggled.

"What an original name for your dog!" she said, amused. He scratched the back of his head.

"What can I say? I'm known to be creative around here," he said. "Anyways, what do you say? Wanna hang out?" 

She bit her lip, thinking. On the one hand, it would be fun, and she could let loose, even if it was only for a short amount of time. But she was really here for work, not to do karaoke. She smiled in a polite fashion.

"I shouldn't. I have too much work to do, anyway, but I'll take a rain check," she said.

I feel guilty.

Why?

"That's alright, not a big deal," Namjoon replied with a casual shrug, "I'll just see you around next time."

"Sounds good."

As they continued to walk in opposite directions, she heard a groan at the end of the hallway. She turned wearily to see Namjoon patting his sneakers.

"Oh, sorry," he said, "just admiring how comfortable these shoes are." She mocked him and kept walking, leaving the rapper chuckling to himself. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Rein went to the dance studio to practice at the break of dawn. She specifically requested the day before that no one be there, not even Mr. Son. She wanted to try something new, and she didn't want a single person to see her potential mistake.

After putting her Bluetooth speaker on the ground, then flipped through her pop playlist.

A BTS song maybe? Nah. Too close to home.

EXO... Queen... Ariana Grande... Hm. She decided on "Into You" by Ariana and clicked play, then relaxed her body until the electric guitar made its way into her body and into her core.

I'm so into you, I can barely breathe.

She got the feeling of the beat and (clumsily at first, no doubt) practiced some of the basic moves she knew.

"And all I wanna do is to fall in deep."

Her moves felt more fluid after a while. She could feel the words burning into her mind like coal.

"But close ain't close enough 'til we cross the line

So name a game to play, and I'll roll the dice, hey"

The fire was back in her eyes as she twisted and turned.

"Oh baby, look what you started

The temperature's rising in here"

The temperature was rising, but it wasn't because of the way she was dancing; she was thinking of someone, and she knew that. The face wasn't clear in her mind, even though if she dug a little more, she knew she could figure out who it was.

Who was she thinking of?

"Is this gonna happen?

Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move

Before I make a move"

It was such a cat and mouse game, them two, (but who that was, she still would not admit to herself) knowing they would never make it but casting stolen glances at each other or telling each other things that had double meanings anyway.

But this game needed two people to play, and she wondered if she was going solo this whole time. 

Rein looked to the left side of the mirror and saw someone at the window.

Oh my god. She ducked, and, turning ever so slowly, she saw Jimin, Hoseok, Jungkook...

And Namjoon.

Her face felt prickly. Hot. They weren't supposed to see her like this. He wasn't supposed to see her like this. She was supposed to be composed and professional, and definitely not sweaty in a sports bra and shorts.

Rein turned off the song and sighed.

Fuck.

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A/N: Sooo... Does Rein like Namjoon?? The better question is... Does he like her back?