2 WEEKS TO ANNIVERSARY 

"5,6,7,8-"

The rhythmic sound of Taehyung's clapping resonates through the walls of the hall. He's watching you with eyes that you rarely ever get to see. The same way he looks at his reflection in the mirror. His hooded eyes remain fixated on your being as you take every step, every turn, every fall. He looks at you with so much passion, like you're his most prized possession; proudest accomplishment

It makes you feel a lot at a time. The strong desire to succeed course through your veins as you recount the steps in your head. Your eyes seem to fail you however, trailing to his reflection in the mirror. He's still clapping. But he's looking at you. You can tell your steps become sloppier when you make eye contact and his eyes seem to ask what you're doing.

You feel your legs turn jiggly under his intense stare. You've seen his eyes. One too many times even. This time just feels different. Your heartbeat falls out of rhythm, as well as the counts in your head. You struggle to find your feet, trying to remember the lyrics of the song and what step it goes with. The music stops abruptly, leaving you a heaving mess.

"Sorry, I-"

"What are you doing, Y/N?" His tone is unusually flat, disappointment spilling through. His lips are pursed, tugged ever so slightly in the tiniest frown. Your words catch in your throat and you suddenly can't face him anymore.

He heaves a sigh, pushes back his hair before he speaks again, "You got it right yesterday. How have you messed up 5 times today?"

"I'll try again. I'll get it right this time," You try to convince him─ and yourself, in fact─.

"It's not just about words, Y/N," He deadpans. When you look up to him, you can almost see the littlest hints of anger on his face. Why does he have to be angry? It's not like you flunked a performance.

"We still have two more weeks? It's enough time to get it right."

"It's also enough time to get too comfortable and lose everything we've worked for," He bites back immediately, nose scrunching up in disbelief. He started to think it was all starting to get in your head. Getting a routine right, even when you made the littlest effort. Sure way to have it all crumbling down.

"Don't be such a bitch about it," You accuse him, shaking your head lightly. You'd barely done anything wrong.

"We'll see who's bitching when your boyfriend leaves you to find a better dancer," He lets out before he even realises it. When he does however, it's too late. You scoff, feeling his words pierce right through your skin and straight to your heart. He reaches out but you're already moving away from him.

"I didn't-"

"Fuck you," Your eyes narrow at him as you spit out, walking out of the studio. 

PRIVATE DANCE LESSONS ─ (unedited)

(✎ author's note |୧ double update because short chapters lmao. fun fact, another book of mine is merely about 22 chapters but has over 30k wordcount. This one is is currently 11 chapters and has just over 5k words. Isn't that crazy? I'm working on an original story btw, hope to update you guys when it's out. have a blessed day <3 ୧| thanks for reading)