It's been around three weeks or so and I'm starting to notice something about the new kid.  When he would talk to others, he came off as mean and cold, and when he talked to me he was sarcastic, but he was actually nice to me. It was strange.  He would walk me to the classes we had together and he would always wave goodbye to me for the ones we don't have. He would always ditch his group of friends to sit with me when I was alone. 

And I mean, I have friends, but they go to another school. I guess Jungkook felt a pity for me or something. I had told him to fuck off and that i was fine but he insisted on staying. The worst part about this, I don't completely hate it. Jungkook was cute, like on another level cute, I'll give him that, but something about him....I just don't know about him sometimes. 

"(Y/N)!" I heard from the parking lot one day after school. I was just about to put on my helmet and take off. I looked up to see Jungkook. "Where you headed?" He asked. 

"I'm heading to the dance studio."I explained. This, the highlight of my day, practicing and dancing my heart out, alone, no parents, no Jungkook. " My parents insist on me staying there until 9." This was, very sadly, true. My parents are very involved in their work. My dad is a Lawyer and my mom is a doctor. 

I couldn't help but to laugh a little at the look on Jungkook's face when I said this. "So you're there for 6 hours?" He asked

"7 and a half, actually." I corrected him. "It takes me about 15 minutes there and 15 minutes back. " I explained. 

"Damn.." He said. "Well, I was just heading out to my dance studio, too." He grabbed his bag. Damnit. There's only ONE dance studio complex in this damn town. 

I tried to cover up the fact that I was pissed. At what? I was pissed at life for forcing me to see Jungkook basically 24/7! I just hope I don't have dreams about him. Instead of screaming at the top of my lungs, I asked "You dance?"

He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I have practice with my band." He explained to me, resting his arm on the handle on my moped. "We're trying to make it big, so we practice every day. What's your excuse for going there all the time? You stay so late, you must be busy." 

"My parents are psycho, they want me to practice for 4 hours, and they tell me to study 'till 9. Then I can come home. " He made a face. 

"Well, I guess I'll see you around?" He told me. He ruffed my hair, smiled and walked to his car. Ugh. No. No no no. I do not want to spend more time with Jeon Jungkook! I watched him open the door, back out of his parking space, and drive away. 

As soon as his car was out of sight, I sped through the nonexistent traffic to my dance studio. I fumbled with the keys as I heard noise from the studio next to mine. I peeped through the window and I saw a bunch of boys in the room. They were dancing to a song I knew, but I just couldn't think of the name. I watched them for a while before noticing that one of the boys was Jungkook. 

I shook my head and headed to my own studio, where I turned on the music and began reviewing the choreography I had made for it. Slowly, the thought of Jungkook dancing right next door to me slipped away and I was 100% concentrated on the dance moves. I did, however hear a lot of noises coming from the other room, and every time I did, I fumbled on my own dance moves. 

Nearly 3 hours later, I heard cheering from the other room and the music stopped. I heard voices and I saw the boys from earlier through the window. I knew they were watching me, So I turned to the mirror and continued my dance. One, two, three, four...five, six, seven, eight... I thought to myself. I didn't know if they were still watching, but I didn't want to look. 

Finally, I heard a knock on the door. I looked through the window to find the boys. But not all of them. In the front was Jungkook. Ugh.." What do you want?" I asked. 

"We want you to come here," Jungkook said, grabbing my wrist. He began to drag me into their dance studio. I tried to pull away, but all I could do was twist and turn. The boy was strong. 

"Why?" I asked him. "Let me go!" I told him this until we were in the room. The two boys behind him locked the door. 

"You're good." he told me. 

"At what?" I asked him, looking back at the two boys. One was taller and had red hair and a longer face, while the other one was shorter and had blond hair. 

"Dancing, duh." He laughed. "We watched you dance, you seem to know what you're doing." Jungkook said. 

The boy with red hair walked up to us and extended his hand. "I'm Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi!" I shook his hand and he bowed. "I have 3rd period with you,(Y/N)." I nodded, not saying anything, although I had never seen this kid before. "So does that short blondie over there." He pointed to the blondie , who waved. "That's Jimin." He told me. 

"Well, hello Hobi, Jimin. Can I go now?" I said bowing, then jolting for the door. Too late. Jimin grabbed my wrist. 

"Not so fast, (Y/N)." He said. I tried to pull away from him, but he was strong too. "We want you to dance with us. Teach us your moves." He said, folding his arms. "Please?" He asked. 

"If I teach you, will you let me go?" I asked him. The boys nodded. So for the next three hours, I was teaching them my dance moves. The boys were all extremely talented and fast learners. It was past nine, and I was having fun for once. 

At around 10:30, we decided to wrap it up. I got the boys' phone numbers and was told to keep in touch. I headed home on the dead streets and to my surprise, my parents were asleep, so I ran upstairs to take a shower and change. 

And you remember when I said I hope I didn't dream of Jungkook? Well, that night, I did. And I loved every moment of it.