The Dance Teacher || Namseok

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After waking up the following morning, Namjoon had eagerly jumped out of his bed and started his day swiftly and enthusiastically. It's been a while since he felt so hyper and in need to be proactive that he was honestly thrilled he was back to his old state.

Normally his daily attitude consisted of a dead look with cursing and inappropriate remarks to his friends, caused by the pressure of being a college student. His stressful agenda had him looking like woman on her period that no one dared to mess with, not even his own mother. But luckily, that wasn't today and hopefully, ever again. He didn't know if his change was because of the class he was attending with Taehyung but he guesses  it has a roll in it somehow since it's the start of his path to getting fitter.  

He had already dressed himself in a gray pair of sweatpants along with a loose black shirt and some white tennis shoes. He hadn't showered yet but he wanted to wait till the dancing was over in case he got sweaty and he wouldn't have to retake another one. Once he was finished, he had decided to clean his his small apartment and do his laundry that hasn't been touched in forever. By the time he opened the dirty casket of clothes, he had to hold his nose from the awful smell of bad hygiene erupting from his garments. Luckily he had a washer and dryer in a little closet in his home so he didn't have to go all the way downstairs to the laundromat.

Although by the time he had finished his chores, it was only 12am and the class didn't start till 5, meaning he still had a lot of leftover time. He did have the possibility of starting on his essay for his 'broadcasting and performing arts' class that was due in 4 days but he could also go and play on his xbox. 

Namjoon looked between his laptop on the center table of his living room and the tv situated in front of him. should i be responsible or nah?

After a moment of hesitation, he sighed and grumpily picked up his laptop before walking to his room and placing it on his desk. He gave the gray object a long hard look before turning and running out of his room, entering into the living room and swiftly grabbing his remote, turning on his TV. His Xbox starting up right afterwards and displayed the ' Just Dance ' logo on his screen.

If he was going to attend a dance class then he might as well prepare for it, after all, priorities first. He clicked on the first song that came up and awkwardly stood waiting for the music to begin.

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A few hours later, Namjoon was on the floor panting and trying his best to catch his breath with the song 'call me maybe' playing in the background. He had lasted 10 songs before his legs got the best of him and caused him to crumple to the floor in pure exhaustion. After not exercising for a long time, he didn't have the energy a normal 22 year old should have. He may look like a healthy young adult but in reality he felt more like an 80 year old man. Namjoon didn't know how long he'll last in the dance class but hopefully he can make it for at least 2 hours.

Namjoon got up from his starfish position on the ground and sat down on his leathered couch instead, resting his head on the back cushions and closing his eyes.

Last night, he had slept at 2am in the morning because Taehyung had not stopped sending him pictures of himself in a bra. His sister had apparently visited him a few days ago and had accidentally left her undergarment in his laundry basket. And of course him being the immature 21 year old he is, he put it on and began sending images of himself to Namjoon, saying they were his 'noods'

And since Namjoon's cheap little phone was old and extremely worn out after dropping it so many times, most of the features had stopped functioning such as the volume button. Namjoon had tried shutting off his phone and putting it on vibrate to stop the dinging but sadly his efforts were met with no avail. That night he was stuck having to deal with a ding echoing from his phone every 2 minutes. Taehyung hadn't stopped sending the pictures till 4am either but luckily namjoon had shoved his phone in his bathroom cabinet to stop the sound from distracting his sleep. He did still hear the faint beeping but at least it wasn't as loud.