You'd gone through every pair of shorts and tank top you owned, but nothing seemed right. You wanted to dress to impress for your first dance class. You had been lucky to get into the class in your last quarter of sophomore year. Most people had to wait until their junior year, but you'd managed to beg the professor for an override, promising you would perform well. It was the class that determined whether or not you would be accepted to your university's elite dance program.

You finally settled on a pair of black shorts and a pink Puma tank top. You laced up your shoes and headed to the campus which was only a short walk away. 

Your phone vibrated and you looked down to see a text from Ye-jin wishing you luck on your first day. She didn't go to university with you, she had already completed cosmetology training and was working at a hair salon downtown. Part of you wished that you could've gone to college with your best friend, but Ye-jin was happy and doing what she loved. 

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You arrived at the studio and felt your adrenaline rise. While you were often in the empty dance studios after dark practicing your own routines, but walking in seeing the other students excited you. You took a spot near the front of the class, near two girls who were obviously friends. They were talking and you sat down cross legged as you waited for the professor to show up and the class to start. 

"Can you believe he's the T.A.?" one of the girl's asked the other. 

"I know," the other girl said. "How could we get so lucky to get Park Jimin as our T.A. for the intro class."

His name echoed in your eardrums and you resisted the urge to whip your head to the side and ask the girl if she was serious. Park Jimin was a common name. There were plenty of Park Jimins, like the girl who hosted After School Club. Park Jimin could be anyone. 

Your worst nightmare was confirmed when Park Jimin walked into the room. He wore a pair of black ripped jeans and a black T-shirt, a silver necklace caused his T-shirt to crease perfectly, showing his defined pecs. 

You weren't the only one who noticed the boy. Everyone in the class seemed to be taking in his presence. If they weren't running their eyes up and down his body, they sat awed, as if he were some sort of God. You figured he must be pretty good in order to get the T.A. slot for the class, the few spots usually went to the seniors with the highest rank in the department. The students probably had reason to be awed.

He caught your eyes then. You tried not to react, but watching as his dark puppy eyes turn into hungry lion ones, made it hard to look away. His lips slightly upturned into a smirk and you found yourself shifting uncomfortably in your seat as you remembered the way his lips had kissed you and the way they trailed over your skin. It seemed he knew the train your thoughts were taking and he quickly licked his lips, another smirk crossing his plump lips. It happened in a flash, so quickly that you were sure no one else noticed. 

The professor came into the room; a woman with bobbed hair and a perfect body. You couldn't help but notice how Jimin's eyes flit over her quickly. 

"Hello class," she said. "I know you are all very excited to get dancing, but we need to go over a few things first. She glanced over at Jimin and motioned for him to come to the front of the studio. "This is Park Jimin. He will be assisting me this quarter. I would befriend him, he's currently the top student in the department and will be a great resource as your choreograph your audition piece throughout the quarter."

She went on to describe how at the end of class auditions would be held for those wanting to enter the department. Your heart beat quickly as you tried to think about what you would do for your audition. "Anyway, I'll allow Jimin to introduce himself quickly, as I'm sure he probably has more to say."

Jimin waved awkwardly, a blush across his cheeks. It was a different side of Jimin, but you felt the tension in your body released when you heard the shy tone in his voice.

"Hi," he said. "I'm Jimin, I don't really have much more to add than not to be too nervous about your audition and I'm always available for extra practice." His voice deepened and he looked right at you as he spoke the last two words. Bad boy Jimin was back. 

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"All right, we're going to start with something you're probably already familiar with--hip hop!" The professor turned on the music and started dancing, expecting you and the rest of the students to follow along. Jimin started out at the front dancing the routine next to the professor, and you had to admit, he was good. Okay, he was amazing. He got into the routines, his facial expressions and hand gestures adding in extra style and finesse. 

After running through the routine a few times, Jimin left his spot at the front and began walking around the room. He walked up to a girl to your right and wrapped his arm around to place his palm on her stomach while scooting up behind her. 

"Move your hips like this," he said, rocking his hips back and forth. He was practically grinding on her and she seemed not to mind, her head lulling back onto his shoulder. The professor seemed not to notice or didn't mind, but your eyes never left the boy as he walked up to another girl, placing his hand on the small of her back. "Straighten your back." 

It continued with varying degrees of contact. While his advice was helpful, it seemed his way of giving it was more than friendly. He caught your eyes more than once, but often pulled away quickly. 

You felt an arm wrap around your waist and looked up in the mirror to see Jimin's eyes meeting yours. You continued with the routine even though it became more difficult. His hit breath teased your ear before he spoke. 

"I see you watching me," he whispered. "Feeling left out, baby girl?"

You nearly let out a yelp when you felt his hard on pressing into you. The blush and the way your eyes widened seemed to be enough for Jimin because he released his arms from around you.

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Class ended and everyone was collecting their gym bags and water bottles. You dried the sweat off your forehead with a towel and finished off your water. You felt eyes on you and looked up to see Jimin watching you. 

You shot him daggers and looked away, though you still felt his gaze on you and didn't even have to look up to know he wore a proud smirk on his face. 

Jimin eventually left the studio and you began the walk back to your apartment despite the fact you were exhausted. Your neck was stiff and your legs hurt, but you knew it wasn't from the dance class, Jimin's antics made you want to punch that beautiful face of his.

You were reminded of when you were sixteen, what he pulled that night was part of the reason you liked him back then. He was an insufferable flirt, and even if you didn't want to admit it, watching him seamlessly flirt still made heat erupt between your legs. 

You smiled as an idea came to you and you fiddled in your bag as you searched for your cellphone. You scrolled through the contacts and clicked on the person you were looking for. 

"Hello?" his voice said, sounding a bit gruff. 

"Hey Jungkook," you said. "Would you want to help me out with something?"

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So, I'm not going to lie, I'm having so much fun writing this book. I'm sure I'll continue to procrastinate my other books to write this one lol. However, my finals are coming up so all updates will be slowing for a bit. I also work full time over the summer, so I'm not sure how much I will update then. But, regardless, I'm going to try and update as much as I can. 

Let me know what you thought! Comments always make my day and motivate me to write!

Drink lots of water, eat lots of food, get plenty of sleep, and take care of yourselves lovelies! 

I'll leave you with a Snapchat edit inspired by this chapter. 

 I'm warning you now~

-Alyce