13.

| 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 & 𝐬𝐞𝐱. |

Hoseok P.O.V

The sun had already set by the time Jimin and I returned to the hostel, after many very eventful and fun games at the bowling alley.

Jimin won all the times, and that was because I purposely let him win, and didn't put in much effort; definitely not because I always slipped up and didn't know how to be a pro at it.

But did that even matter? Jimin was happy, so I was happy.

That was how it always went.

Both of us got a notification on our phones simultaneously. It was from our teacher, giving us a final reminder about a project we had to submit by tomorrow, unless we wanted to fail.

A project I hadn't done yet.

Well, shit.

"Did you do it?" I gestured towards the message.

He nodded. "I did it the day it was given, since I had nothing better to do. I don't think it's very nice though, but I still gave it in, since the emotions were real and raw."

"I'm sure that anything you performed was beautiful, so don't worry much," I reassured him, almost completely ignoring the problem I had on my hands.

Jimin smiled.

"And, I think I better go and make my own, otherwise I'll fail," I said, laughing slightly whilst backing out of the room.

"You didn't do it yet?! Oh gosh, go do it quick! Fighting, hyung!"

He cheered me on, and I suppose that it did help me loads, since I had managed to make the choreography for my dance in less than an hour.

This time, thankfully, we didn't have a specific theme, and so I could simply freestyle, and make a good dance on my own.

I was practising the self-created dance for the nth time, in an empty dance studio in the campus, trying to get it perfect, when a caretaker came and told me that the studio lights will be switched off early today because of the sudden rain.

I was frowning and cursing the rain the entire time I was packing up my things, because it chose today to fall, of all days, when I needed the studio the most.

I ran towards the hostel, getting drenched in the sudden heavy rain. I guess I would just have to perform and record it in my room.

As I climbed the slippery stairs up towards my room, I planned out everything; I would move the table and chair a bit, and place the camera beside the bed. I'd have space to dance properly then.

My already wet shirt (curtesy of the sweat I produced while dancing) was getting even more wet in the rain, and so I did nothing except roll my eyes at Lili's umpteenth attempt at a harmless prank, and rushed inside my room.

The prank involved her switching the room numbers so that mine read 218, instead of its usual 219.

She always did that, every chance she got, because, according to her, the number 218 belonged to me, since it was my birthdate.

Lili said that it was an unfortunate accident that I hadn't gotten the room next to mine, and that fate had left it up to her to fix it.

After the hundredth time she had attempted to fix nature's tragic blunder, I stopped batting an eye at it, and just let her get away with it.

That was loads easier than trying to get her to stop.

Since my neighbour and I, both knew where our rooms were, we didn't bother anymore, although, when the staff come for weekly visits, they fix it back, only for Lili to switch it again.

I shook my head, a fond smile making its way to my face at her childishness, as I changed into dry clothes.

Lisa, or Lili, as I liked to call her, was a phenomenal dancer, who also happened to be a close friend of mine. We met because of this academy, more than a year ago.

She's a real character, never fails to makes us laugh at her goofiness. She's the one who had danced on 'Baby Shark' in front of the whole class once.

Her dancing, though, is unquestionably brilliant.

Jimin and I sometimes spend time with her, whenever we could, since she's really popular, and has quite a lot of friends of her own.

I reset the camera up, after tweaking with the arrangement of the furniture in my room, and found that my calculations were more or less accurate; there was plenty of space to dance, but the background of my unoccupied bed wasn't the most ideal.

I brought out the best-designed bedsheets I owned, and neatly made my bed, so that the background wouldn't look so boring.

Many people don't know this, but the space and environment where we record our dances also matter, and make an impression.

My highest-ranked video was one I took in front of the campus garden, the sun setting behind me, and I still don't think that that was a coincidence.

I pressed record on the camera, and quickly came back to my position, dancing meticulously. When I had ended, and went to review my performance, I realised that I had forgotten quite a few of the steps.

Hitting myself, I redid my dance, again, and again, till I was slightly out of breath.

This had to be perfect, and I couldn't afford any errors.

After three more tries, I stopped for a break, and took the camera, deleting all the previous recordings. I had recently gotten the camera repaired, so it was in a close-to-perfect condition, but still, I didn't wanna keep extra, useless videos on it.

My body was hurting, and I was really tired. 'Maybe I should just wake up early tomorrow morning, and record before I leave for the class.'

As I stared at the camera in my hands, I sighed, fixing it back on its stand, knowing what I was about to do.

'One last time won't hurt anyone.'

Every time I wanted to stop, I just had to give it one last try before stopping, no matter how many times before I had tried. That was just something I always did, out of habit.

I pressed record on the camera, and walked back to my position, ready to dance, one last time for the night.

Just as I started, a series of loud, frequent knocks echoed in the room. I glanced at the door, frowning a bit, but continued dancing nevertheless. 

'Whoever is knocking like that on my door at this time of the night can wait for a bit.'

However, when it seemed as if the person on the other side of the door just couldn't wait for a few minutes, I stopped dancing, and went to open the door, fully ready to shout at the person on the other side.

My mouth shut quickly, though, when I saw a feebly familiar lady standing in front of me, wet from head to toe, due to the rain.

I ignored her incessant gaping at me, and opened the door wider, to let her inside.

No one would want to stay outside under that pouring rain.

I couldn't quite put my finger on where I had seen her before, and pushed the thought away, dubbing her as one of Lili's friends, who I had seen once or twice before.

The lady was shivering and panting a little, and no wonder she was; by the looks of it, she had been getting wet in the rain for the past ten minutes.

Just as I was about to ask her if she wanted a towel to warm herself, she said, "Let's get this over with," and did something most peculiar.

She removed her pullover, which unfortunately happened to be the only thing keeping her privacy, and came closer to me, and I, wanting to maintain a good distance, moved back, but she continued walking towards me, till the back of my legs hit the bed.

She didn't stop, and came closer, pushing me down into the bed and literally falling over me.

I felt a sudden chill when her skin came in contact with mine, and realised that her wet clothes were wetting mine.

A single thought run in my mind as I felt her touching my body, moving closer than ever; 'What the fuck is happening?!'

When her hand inched closer to a private place, my body unfroze and moved on its own accord.

I pulled her shoulders, quickly twisting us, so that she wasn't dominating me anymore, but vice versa; I was hovering over her body now.

This change in dynamics didn't deter her, and she continued staring up at me as if nothing happened, and she was waiting for me to continue.

I pulled myself back up, and asked her, "Woah, woah, hold on for a second. What in the world are you doing, woman?"

She sat up straight and stared at me as if I had asked the most stupid question in the world, and proceeded to say, "Doing what I was called for," simply, as if it were the most obvious thing.

"And, that is?" I asked, but was definitely not prepared to listen to her answer, and choked on air.

"Having sex with you."

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A / N

unedited.
yayyyyyy cue the curtain drop for the interval
this was one of the very first scenes I had envisioned for this story haha I hope y'all liked it!

this is (I think?) the end of the first part of the storyyy and I feel so happy that I'm halfway done with a story aaahhh

the story after this is a bit hazy, because I had clearly planned out everything up until this very moment,, so I will be taking a slight break for this story, so I can think more clearly and make the story a nice one, and mainly because I do need a break oof

I bet y'all are mad at me because this may just be the greatest cliffhanger I've come up with LMAO but yes this is necessary.

until next time,,,,, vote spam and comment for smut?? jkjk unless👀

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