Dance Instructor

Chapter One

I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly to get control of my nerves as I boarded the plane leaving LAX airport for Seoul, South Korea. My name is Grace Park and this wasn't the first time I had left America but it was my first time living in my families native country as a choreographer for a major band. Having just graduated top of my class from New York's most prestigious dance academy and already having traveled the world with my dance routines, I knew I had what it took to excel; however that didn't keep me from being nervous. Even though I spoke Korean, it would be obvious that I'm a foreigner and I wasn't sure I'd be able to fit in.

In my carry-on, loaded on my iPod, were the many videos and songs the band I would be working with had already produced. I was slightly amused to find my new coworkers were part of a K-pop boy band, BTS and it took me back to the days I danced around my mother's ballet studio to Backstreet Boys, when I first began dancing. How ironic, I thought as the plane flew over the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean, that my first real dancing job starts just as my love of dancing had.

Getting comfortable between the rows of seventeen and nineteen, I pulled out my iPod and a notebook and began envisioning the flowing movements of the dancers.

*Yoongi's POV*

I couldn't wait for the new dance instructor to arrive. The previous one had been a disaster, constantly fighting with the manager of our band until he couldn't take it anymore and quit. The producers hadn't been very happy, so they sent for an American instructor from New York in the hopes that a change of pace and fresh ideas would help us make a stronger comeback.

Jin, the oldest member of our band, led the way parting the crowd until we came to the arrivals board. It was Namjoon, our leader, that spotted her flight first, "Her plane came in early. She should already be waiting at baggage claim for us."

Hoseok, always eager and full of energy, exclaimed, "Excellent! Let's go get her, then. Manager gave me an exclusive preview of her audition tape and her moves are insane!"

"You also said she was insanely gorgeous," Jungkook, the maknea, piped up.

Hoseok blushed, "That's true, but we have to be professional and make her feel welcome."

Jimin scoffed, "All the girls you like are crazy."

As we headed for the claims, I couldn't help but asked, "So, how hot is she?"  You had to give Hoseok some credit, he did have an eye for gorgeous women, even if they were crazy.

Before Hoseok could answer, our attention was drawn to a crowd forming just outside the claims area. Of course, being the curious young men that we were, we dove into the crowd. I fought my way to the front, elbowing a dozen onlookers as I did. Hoseok popped out of the crowd next to me and we got a good look at the commotion.

Right there in the airport was a dance off. Three tall, black haired men were egging on their friend who was break dancing in the center of the circle. Music came from a boom box nearby. When the man was done, the crowd cheered as he nodded to his opponent, daring to do better. When his challenger stepped up, I was momentarily stunned.  She was just a few inches shorter than me with long curly brown hair pinned haphazardly in an up-do. Her rich chocolate eyes were full of energy and when she began dancing, it was the most hypnotic thing I had ever seen. She was gracefully, beautiful, and the way she bumped to the music brought it to life.

Screw the new instructor; I wanted this girl to teach me how to dance. When she stopped dancing, the cheer was deafening. Hoseok and I cheered and clapped, forgetting the reason for our trip to the airport.

Suddenly, Hoseok turned to me, his eyes wide, "Dude! That's our new dance instructor."

I was so stunned I didn't know what to say. Unfortunately, Hoseok did as he waltzed over to where the girl was picking up her luggage. Of course, I had enough sense to at least follow behind him.