As the class retreats out the front door, Hoseok and I stay back to speak with our dance instructor, we both felt the uneasy nature of our impending doom lurk around us and it isn't pretty.
I impatiently rock on the balls of my feet, silently wishing that the class would make it out of the room faster, I don't miss my friends' send me an apologetic look as they're pulled away with the crowd and I can't help but to send them a confident smile to ease their worries.
Hoseok looks down at me and I hear the boy huff as he observes my confidence cower back down the second my friends leave the room.
I expect him to send me the same apologetic smile, I expect him to bid his own friends goodbye, I expect him to impatiently wait for our teachers next words and overthink his situation, what I don't expect is for the boy to reach down, tightly grip my hand and interlocking our fingers.
I can't help but look between my hand and the nervous boy, confused as to why he was holding my hand. But then again earlier he did have his arm around my shoulders so it was evident that the boy was touchy either way.
I on the other hand was not used to close physical contact and the simple gesture of kindness resulted in what seemed to be my life spiraling to an end.
Hoseok finally notices my baffled look and only sends me a teasing smile. "I thought we could both use the comfort." Says the handsome boy, holding our intertwined hands up in between us to emphasize his point. I can't help but nod slightly and look away in silence, the blush evidently creeping up my face. It would be hard for anyone even remotely looking in my direction not to notice the glowing fervor blatantly displayed on my face and Hoseok was no different, he nudges my shoulder with his and gives my hand a soft squeeze... what he thinks is "helping" but is only adding to the intensity.
With that our teacher finally decides to address us, I don't fail to notice the woman look in between at our hands, then to my glowing face and then to Hoseok, who looks away slightly.
Mrs. Song only sighs, adjusts her standing stance and continues on with what she has to say, "I won't lie, Hoseok, Mina, that was a phenomenal execution."
Hoseok lets out an audible sigh, he lets go of my hand slightly... this class must mean so much to him...why? Still, I couldn't help but feel my heart swell with pride knowing that he was at ease because out or compliment.
Happiness is the best gift one could give another, and that meant that this was one assignment I could not afford to receive a grade anything less than perfect. For some reason, I really wanted to make Hoseok happy.
"Beauty was a given for your performance, but," Mrs. Song begins again and this time I clench onto his hand, for his comfort, Hoseok looks over to me in surprise and I only send him a small smile, just as he had done to me, "Please tell me how that had anything to do with sexual tension? Like common," to our surprise the college professor lumps down onto the floor and sits down crisscross applesauce, leaving the two of us to awkwardly look down on her, "I was expecting Twilight and you two gave me Disney Channel."
My partner and I exchange a surprised look at our teachers blunt words, I speak up, "Mrs. Song, we apologize." Taking my lead, Hoseok slightly bows as if to second my words.
Our professor jumps up off of the floor and sighs once more, putting a hand on either of our shoulders, "Try again. I'll leave my studio to you today, don't forget to lock the doors when you're done."
Hoseok and I watch silently as the women grabs her handbag from her desk and struts out the door. The second the door closes Hoseok drops my hand, I look to my side only to see the tall boy no longer next to me, but exaggeratedly groaning on the floor, splayed out like a starfish and looking at me innocently from the ground, "I am going to die." He finally huffs, groaning some more.
I can't help but to laugh at his childish antics, I take my first step away from him but the ground is swept from under my feet, the second I realize that Hoseok had purposefully tripped me was a second too late and the ground was already coming inevitably closer and closer.
Until my so called inevitable destination was changed with a swift hand movement.
Before I knew it, Hoseok had grabbed the hem of my sweater and changed my direction, forcing me to fall... straight on to him.
I close my eyes at the anticipated blow but all I feel are two strong hands at my shoulders and all I hear is Hoseok's soft grunt alongside the air swooshing around me.
I open one eye only to be met with the handsome man's far too close face. In shock, I open the other immediately and look around at my situation in shock... how the hell did I get here?!
I try to do the math in my head, putting two and two together in attempts to figure out how the fucking hell I ended up HERE! I revise my steps
Hoseok tripped me, check.
I was falling to the floor, check.
Hoseok pulled at my shirt mid fall and pulled me to him, check......
....Hoseok put his hand on my shoulders and flipped us over, set me down gently, got himself on top of me and broke his own fall by placing his arms on either side of my head all in seconds before my body could even think of colliding with the floor...
That much was ok, that much made sense. How Hoseok did all of that at an inhumane speed? We're not going to question that.
What we are going to question is—
Hoseok sends me a low chuckle before I can even continue on with my thought process.
I watch his eyes trail up and down, all the way from the top of my head to the tips of my feet.
I would be less embarrassed if my legs weren't cradling his waist and my top half wasn't fully exposed due to the 45 degree angle my hips forced my body to be.
My thankfully clothed chest was fully exposed to the man. But hey, at least I was wearing a sports bra. Sure, it was one that revealed more of my body than usual but whatever right? I wear nothing but a sports bra to the gym right? Whatevs. It's not like this position made it any different. Pssshhhh noooooo....
Without wasting a minute more I drop my hips onto the ground aggressively, sounding an echo around the room and I huff in embarrassment realizing that doing so only trapped my shirt in its revealing state.
I decided that I would have one last try at attempting to prevent myself from further embarrassment. (As if my burning red face wasn't enough evidence as to what just happened.)
I attempt to raise up my arms from their placement above me only to realize that they won't move. I immediately look up above my head to see what was restricting them, only to feed to my own embarrassment, noticing that Hoseok held my hands comfortably in his own above my head.
I feel Hoseok shift his weight onto one of his arms and he lets go of one of my hands only to grasp it with his other in other to hold both of my small ones in one of his large.
I groan quietly as I watch his free hand slowly make its way up to my chest.
I swear to fuck if he even tries to touch me I will kick him in the balls so fucking hard that he sees fucking li—!
The man's hand grips the hem of my shirt softly, careful not to touch any of my exposed skin and delicate pulls the fabric down, he speaks up, breaking our silence, "I-I didn't mean for all of that."
I stare the guy dead straight in his eyes and send him an utterly confused look, "Obviously, because having my hands pinned up is a totally causal thing."
Hoseok's eyes widen as he finally snaps fully into reality. He lets go of my arms immediately and rolls off of me, "Oh my gosh!" He squeaks, "I really didn't— I didn't mean to— I'm so sorry!"
As the boy stutters over his words, I jump up off the floor and wipe the dust off of my butt. With a final sigh I make my way over to my bag and pull out my laptop, "So we start from square one on the assignment." I announce, ignoring our incident as though my red face want exposing my true emotions.
"M-Mina I am so sorry I really did not mean to do that— oh my god— you hate me now huh?" The boy softly plops himself down onto the floor, legs spread apart and his hand cutely in between, "I swear I'm not a pervert, Mina! I feel so bad."
I roll my eyes, not a pervert my ass. I groan and slam my computer shut, further addressing my partner in a more serious tone. "What the fuck were you thinking then Hoseok? That you could purposely knock me off my feet to save me and have me swooning over you?! That's gotta be a fucking joke! That's not something you do to a near stranger!"
This is where I saw our personalities clash. Hoseok was touchy, childish and forward whilst I was modest, quiet and collected, we were destined to be a match made in hell. The devil himself speaks up once again, stuttering on his words for the millionth time, "I didn't mean to have you held down like that! It was just instinct I'm always in that position when I'm above a girl!!"
Silence.
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