He shook his head slightly, whipping the wet tendrils of his hair from his face, his lithe body moving with powerful grace. His eyes met his own in the mirror before focussing behind him and narrowing critically.

He abandoned his position at the mirror and crossed to the sound system. The squeaks of rubber soles on the polished wood floor echoed through the room for a moment before the students caught up with their teacher, ceasing their movement. Some bent at the waist, heaving in breaths. Others sank, graceless to the floor. Exhaustion was plain in the large patches of sweat on their shirts, the slight tremor of their limbs, the droop of their mouths and eyes.

"You're all a half a beat behind." Hoseok said harshly. "You know why?" He paused, locking eyes with one student after another until they were all shuffling with shame, shaking their heads in answer. "Jimin." He said cryptically.

"What?" The blonde boy in question snapped his head up indignantly. "What I do?"

"Nothing. Your execution was almost flawless." The praise was given with tight lipped disapproval, robbing it of any warmth or joy. "I want you in the back row."

"What? Why?" Jimin whined. His brother adored the spotlight. He was the star pupil, no two ways about it. Graceful, flexible, charismatic, he was born for the stage. He was also a bit of a prima donna.

"Just for the rest of the class, Jiminie, calm down." He grated, heading off a full diva melt down. "And the rest of you, now that you can't follow him maybe you'll actually keep time. You should know the steps by now." He twirled his finger, indicating they get back into start position. "Again."

He made them go through it again three more times before the complaints became too loud to ignore. He picked up his phone, silencing the music once more. He noticed as he did that he had a new message from Yoongi.

It had been five days since he'd seen him last. Apparently whatever had upset him so much that evening had snowballed into a major problem that required his full and prolonged attention, leaving him no time for their sessions. He had still generously paid Hoseok for his time, even if they didn't see each other. With any other job, Hoseok would have been ecstatic. More time to spend creating routines, studying, visiting his mother, spending time with Jimin and Tae.

Unfortunately for Hoseok though, he had left Min's that night in a rather uncomfortable predicament. He had, of course, taken care of the physical side of things that night in the shower. The frustration however, stayed with him. It seemed the taste of his employer's pale body he had been given had whet his thirst and there was nothing he could do to quench it. The contract he signed had prohibited external sexual encounters without a full medical examination of the third party, ostensibly barring him from seeking relief with one of his casual hook ups. He wasn't sure they would do much for him anyway. Being with Yoongi had changed something fundamental within him. Much like Eve, he had been cursed with knowledge, his horizon's blown wide. Yoongi had tempted him with such exotic pleasures, he knew there would be no going back.

The only thing he could do was throw himself into his dance, hoping the level of control, strength and precision would distract him from the memory of Yoongi's pale skin flushed with arousal, the small, needy noises he made when Hoseok plunged into his hot flesh, the erotic expression on his face as he rode that sharp edge between pleasure and pain. He grit his teeth, cursing silently as his body reacted to his idle imaginings. Thank god he was seeing him tonight. He wasn't sure he could stand another day of this.

He opened the message. His sour mood worsened.

Not tonight. Still busy.

No mention of when he'd be available. Hell, not even a sorry. He slammed the offending phone on the small, mobile tray he kept his music player on with enough force to crack the screen. His patience frayed even further, barely held together by threads.

"What was that?" He snapped, his eyes zeroing in on Andrew, a particularly sloppy student at the best of times.

"Nothing." He squeaked, his eyes skittering from Hoseok's blazing fury.

"Again." He snarled.

"Hobi, c'mon man." It was Taehyung. The boy hesitantly put his hand on Hoseok's shoulder, speaking quietly. "We're trying. We're just tired. We need a break."

"Again." He demanded, shrugging off the hand.

Taehyung sighed, taking back up his place, his body moving into starting position for what had to be the fortieth time that afternoon.

Of course it was Jimin that finally had jack of Hoseok's tyranny. "Enough!" He finally exploded, his breath expelling from his chest in laboured pants. "We're done."

"I said again." Hoseok growled.

"I said no." The smaller boy said, his chin jutting mutinously. "We don't have any more in us, Hobi. We're just making stupid mistakes now cos we're tired."

"Jimin, I said-" His brother interrupted him by grabbing his arm and dragging him to the door to speak privately with him.

"Hoseok, enough. Even I'm struggling and I helped you choreograph this piece. Whatever's up your ass, go deal with it and stop taking it out on us. Ok?" He said the words firmly, smiling to take some of the sting from them.

"I do not have something up my ass, as you put it." He began, drawing himself up to get into with his brother, his aggressive frustration eager for confrontation.

"Uh, yah, you do." Jimin refuted, his eyes comically wide. "I'm not arguing with you."

"Jimin-"

"Ah!" He put his hand up, cutting him off again. "Not arguing."

"Ji-" He actually snarled like a disgruntled jungle cat when he was cut off again.

"Nope! Enough, Hoseok, or I swear I'm telling Mama." He pulled out the big guns. "Do you really want to upset Mama? Hmm?"

"Fine." He spat, grudgingly giving in. "Class dismissed." He said with icy fury.

His pupils didn't need to be told twice, stuffing their belongings into their bags and fleeing as fast as their wobbly legs would carry them.

He picked up his phone, fuming as he read and re-read the message. He knew he was being unfair. It wasn't Yoongi's fault work was swamping him. It wasn't his dance class' fault he was sexually frustrated. He sighed, wiping his face down with the towel he kept around his neck.

"Hobi?" Jimin's voice was soft and tentative.

He took a deep breath, reigning in his unruly temper and faced his brother a mite calmer. "Yeah?"

"You ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be ok. Sorry about today." He apologised with a tired smile.

"It's ok. Well, not ok, but you know. I forgive you." He said brightly, his face lighting up in a smile. "Um, anyway, Tae asked if I wanted to grab some dinner after class."

Hoseok's smile transformed into a smirk. "Oh yeah? Just you and him? And you didn't invite me?"

"That's right." He narrowed his eyes at Hobi's expression. "Maybe don't be such a dick-" He gulped when Hoseok's eyes narrowed to slits. "-tator."

"Uh huh." His jaw worked before he tilted his head and nodded once. "Fine. Message me when you're done and I'll drop you both home."

"Will do. Thanks Hobi!" He sang the farewell from the door where Taehyung was waiting nervously.

The boys would be a few hours at least. He considered going home. He eyed his phone, considering. Unlike uni and his home, his dance studio was actually on the outskirts of the CBD. Barely a five minute drive from Kimmin Tech's main offices.

"Hello Mr Jung." Yoongi's husky voice greeted him after the third ring.

"I want to fuck you over your desk." He stated without preamble. He was gratified by the sharp intake of breath from the other end of the line.

A/N
It's been a while, darlings. Hope you enjoyed. I split this in two just for flow purposes, so expect the steamy conclusion in a little bit.

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