It's the day after your trip to the club, and luckily no one drank so everyone got to the studio on time and were ready for the day. Nala had called you earlier that morning to ask what you were wearing.
"Why do you wanna know?"
"Because you should impress that guy from the club," Nala spat out.
Considering actually dressing cool for him, you said, "He was intimidating."
"That's what I'm saying. You should be even more intimidating than him."
Normally you'd just wear a pair of sweatpants and a sweater for practice, but today you decided to mimic what he wore last night. You grabbed a plain black shirt, a red flannel to put around your waist, a pair of black leggings, and your red converse high tops.
When you walked into the practice room, everyone else looked normal. But for some reason, they all looked at you and made an "oooooo" sound.
"What? Do I always dress like I'm tired?"
"Yes," Talia spoke. "I don't think I've ever seen you look so alive. I don't even know why you look alive, there's just something."
You glance over at Nala, who's raising her eyebrows. Because you and her have best friend telepathy, you roll your eyes. She laughed and continued to stretch.
After everyone finished stretching, Blake came into the room and gave you some good news and bad news. First it was the good news.
"So, I just got word that the concert will be held on July 14 at the Staples Center. That's 3 weeks from now. Luckily, the dances that we'll be performing are all on the internet so I found them and we can start practicing. Right now, it's 8:36am, and BTS will be arriving at 5:15pm. Today you're just going to meet the members and become comfortable with each other, so no one feels awkward while on stage."
Then, the bad news struck. Blake had turned on the projector and you all started watching one of the dances. As you continued watching the dance videos, everything seemed easy. You've dealt with harder choreography in the past. But when it was time to watch the last video, Blake clicked on the video, but paused it.
"Okay, I'm gonna be honest. I didn't want you guys doing this dance, but we're all getting payed a good amount, so we can't reject. It's a duo performance. Mrs. Heather emailed me and told me the member's name, but she allowed me to choose who I want to be a part of that duo. So, I decided on Y/N."
Your posture straightens as she calls your name. Your teammates clap for you and congratulate you.
"I chose Y/N because she's most familiar with this type of dance," Blake added as she clicked the play button.
Everyone's jaw dropped. Then, laughter spread throughout the room. Blake tried to quiet everyone down.
"Oh no," you whisper.
Contemporary dance. Contemporary! CONTEMPORARY! Even worse, this dance is so seductive. Ah, why was I the only one who learned contemporary dance in school?
"There's only one member of BTS that knows contemporary as well," Blake said.
"Who?" you asked.
She pulled up the picture she showed yesterday in class and laughed as she put the mouse on his face.
"Wow Y/N. Isn't this the guy you said was watching you dance at the club last night?" Blake questioned.
"Yup. Yup yup yup," you stutter. Did I do something to deserve all this??
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dance | park jimin
Teen Fiction"Your bodies collided as you moved your feet to the beat. His hands going places, your hands going places, it was a mess. But, it was the dance, it was your mess. You felt his hands slide down your thighs, almost groping your butt. If only you could...
