"We're here!" Jungkook says, parking in the front space next to Hobi's car. I grab my bag and hop out of the car. "You, (Y/N), have got to teach us some new moves." He says, turning to me. I shrug and explain that I'm not that big a deal.

"It's not like I'm a professional." Jungkook unloaded my moped into a parking space. We all head inside the studio complex and Jimin gets the keys to the dance studio. 

He turns it swiftly and we quickly pour into the studio. I hear a ding. Yoongi pulls out his phone and sighs. "Apparently, they want us to film a new dance practice video." He turns his phone off and leans against the wall. "The director's coming soon." He explains. The boys groan. 

"For what song?" Jungkook asks, messing with his hair in the mirror, his back turned to the rest of us. "It's not like we haven't recorded stuff for every single hit song we've had..." He says, quieter. 

Taehyung lays down on the floor, spreading his arms and legs to look like a starfish. "We have two new tracks that let out, remember?" He closes his eyes and lets out a loud huff, making me jump. The boys groan again. 

"Remind me, why am I here?" I ask. 

"You're going to teach us how to dance!" Hoseok says. he slides on the wood and stumbles. He falls down with a thud. I laugh. I rush over to him to help him up. 

Yoongi taps his foot impatiently. "So are we going to start learning or no?" He hisses.  I roll my eyes at him and cross my arms. Jungkook laughs and walks over to me. He places a hand on my shoulder and for whatever reason, I suddenly have chills. 

"She doesn't have to teach us today.." he smirks. "You can take as long as you want." I scoff. What's with him today? I shake my head. he creases his eyebrows, that stupid smirk still on his face. "Waah, I'm kidding." he puts his arm around me. "What's wrong?" I brush him off.

"If you expect me to continue to teach you-" I push him away as he attempts to get closer to me, "-then you're wrong." I pick up my bag from the floor and sling one strap over my shoulder. Just as I'm about to leave, Jungkook rushes to the door. 

"You're not going anywhere-" he smiles. "-without dancing with us." 

I roll my eyes and sigh. This boy had some nerve. "I can report you, holding me hostage-" I waved my hand, "-and forcing me to do things I didn't agree on." 

"Ahh, but that's where you're wrong." Jungkook's smile fades into a smirk. "You see, you did agree to come with us and dance. And I'm not holding you hostage." he puts his hand on my face and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. I can just feel myself blushing. 

I push him away from me. "F-fine! I-I'll do it! Yeesh!" I cross my arms. "But this is only a three person dance." I snap my fingers. 

"I'm out." Yoongi says almost instantly. Hoseok and Jin both opt out as well. 

"So it's between Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook." I tap my foot impatiently. "One of you three are gonna have to just, you know, not." I look at myself in the mirror behind the three. My face was still red. 

"I want in." Jungkook says breathily, stepping closer to me. I feel myself blush again. God would he stop? I take a step back and inhale sharply. "And I think Jimin should join in. Namjoon-" he says, pointing at the tall, dimply blonde, "is really bad at dancing." 

"Hey!" Namjoon yells. "I-I'm not that bad! I'm doing...okay.." he says, slowly becoming quieter. 

"So it's settled," Jungkook says, stepping closer again, getting closer to my ear. I look away and bite my lip. "You have your trio, now what?" 

"Woah, woah, woah." Jin says, separating us. "Can you not see she's uncomfortable?" He puts his hand on my shoulder, I feel calm, a piece of peace. Jin wasn't wrong, and I was thankful for his stepping in. It's not like I couldn't tell Jungkook to back off, but when I looked at him, I felt uneasy. I back away and clapped. 

"Okay so the first set of moves go like this." I motioned the two boys to come over. "So Jimin, you start like this..." Jimin moved to his spot and got into position. 

"Like this?" he said. I nodded. 

"And Jungkook.." I said, turning around fast. I bumped into his chest and fell down, Jungkook going down with me. He landed on top of me, his arms trapping me. 

"So this is the move?" He asked. He smirked that stupid, stupid smirk as I struggled to escape his arm trap. No use. I felt my cheeks flush and I knew I was bright red. "It's a little racy, don't you think?" 

"N-n-no!" I tried to push him away from me, but he resisted. "G-get o-o-off of me!" I heard the door click and I looked up to see what made the noise to see a short, round man with glasses and a bunch of people with camera equipment staring at us. We quickly scrambled to our feet as the man approached us.

"Jeon Jungkook!"  He boomed, rolling up his newspaper.I jumped. the man was small, I'm talking tiny, but man, did he have a voice on him.  "You. Are. Not. Allowed. To. Date!" He yelled, hitting him with the newspaper with every word. 

"I'm sorry, director. " Jungkook bowed twice, bending at a full 90 degrees. The director wacked him one final time before stepping in front of me. i crossed my arms behind my back and bowed. 

"What are you doing here?" he asked, scanning my face. 

"She's our friend and-" Namjoon began. 

"I don't want to hear it from you!" He motioned to me. "I specifically asked her a question! You-" he said, pointing to me. "Who are you and how do you know my boys?" 

I bowed and told him my name. "I go to the same high school as the boys." I explained. "They knew I danced and invited me to dance with them. I'm sorry for any misunderstanding." I bowed once more. The man's expression changed and he shook my hand. 

"Why didn't you guys say so?" he said, putting his arm around me. 

"Um, Hyung we tried but-" 

"Did I ask you to speak?" he said. "So, (Y/N), you're not dating?" I shook my head rapidly. 

"Oh, god no." I explained. "Jungkook just tripped and took me down with him, sir. I'm sorry." 

"You apologize too much." he said. He patted my back. "You can go now, we have to film something. It was a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N). " He bowed. I did the same and grabbed my bag. 

"I'll see you guys at school!" I waved and with that I was out the door. 

While I was driving home, I kept on thinking of Jungkook and him falling on me. I knew it was an accident, but I wondered if it was on purpose. 

I shook my head and pushed Jungkook all the way to the back of my mind and focused on driving. I came home and turned on the oven. I placed a frozen pizza in the middle of the rack. I set the timer for 45 minutes. 

I pulled out my notes and began reviewing what I had written. I told myself to concentrate, but I found myself daydreaming about Jungkook falling on me. 

How he licked his lips. How he gazed into my eyes. How he smirked that stupid smirk. I jumped when I heard loud beeping. It was my smoke detector. 

I took the pizza out of the oven and threw it outside and began to fan at the detector until it stopped beeping. How had I not realized that the timer went off? Or that it was smoking?

Goddamnit, Jeon Jungkook! Your evil ways jacked up my brain.