Just another day at the studio, or so you thought. You walk up to the dance studio, slouching with discouragement. Your mother had signed you up, unwillingly, months ago. At first it was fun, but then all your classmates moved onto the next class and the next, while you stayed in the group with the first years. Elementary students and preteens alike were constantly surrounding you, and most of the time degrading you with their decent dance moves which you just couldn't seem to get down.

You were literally willing to do anything other than dance, or at least the "genre" you were assigned, hip hop. You kept telling your mother your body was not made for that. You couldn't lock and lock. Your joints wouldn't turn at the necessary speeds and your size was not permissable of the sport.

You sigh and lean into the door, expecting it to open as it always did. But alas, it did not open. The door was locked, causing your head to bounce off the door. You rub your throbbing head and look at the door. A post it note was placed on the glass door right next to the door knob. You lean down to read it wondering how anyone was supposed to see that.

Studio is closed for (insert today's date)

All classes are canceled and are to be made up at home

Sorry for the inconvenience

Oh great, you think to yourself, no practice meant being able to go home and check the mail for your incoming merch. You turn around to notice that your bag had spilt some of its contents when you ran into the door. With a groan you lean down to retrieve the scattered contents, a lip gloss, some mascara, your earbuds, water bottle, and wallet.

As you squat next to your stuff to pick it up you hear the studio's doorbell ring, signifying that the door was opened. "Um, excuse me, did you want to... practice?" You hear a voice say with a thick korean accent. Why would a person be there if the shop was closed, you glance up to see could could be there. You see the dark eyes of the man, and with growing horror you realize it is your teen idol, Park Jimin.

Turning your face to the ground you reach to grab your wallet. "Um, well n-no... I was j-just lea-" The contents of your wallet fall out, which is not much. Ten dollars, a few quarters (you tended to give your change to your younger cousins/siblings), a library card, and of course your BTS wallet photo cards.

"Let me help," You hear him say, he squats down across from you and reaches for the cards, only the back is showing so you still have time to hide your embarrassment.

"Aniyo(no)!" you accidentally scream as you reach for the cards. Your hand lands on top of the cards and his ontop of yours. He looks at you with large eyes and a slacked jaw.

"Hangug-eoleul hal su innayo?(You speak Korean?)" He says staring at you clearly amused.

"A little" you reply in Korean.

He smirks and squeezes your hand, "Then let me see these photos" He says in his native tongue.

*From now on you two will be speaking in Korean seeing as how his English is none too well.*

You blush and look down, he rips the cards from your immobile hand and starts to laugh. "This is what you didn't want me to see?" You look up at him smiling at you and back at the cards, "I've seen far worse then this! You have nothing to worry about." He starts to laugh and you can't help but join in a little. "So you never answered me," you look up to see him handing you the cards, "did you want to come practice?"

You look up at his smiling face, you blush and think to yourself, what do I even say to him? Should I just tell him I'm going to leave? "Um, well, I think I'll just go. I don't have anything to practice really, and I'm not that good."

"Come on," he says grabbing your stuff and placing it in your bag, "did you think," with one hand he grabs your hand and with the other he grabs the bag, "I was going to let you get away that easy?" He stands up, pulling you up with him, and walks into the studio.

You stand there awkwardly as he hands you your bag and says, "Go put it in your locker, then come back here." You walk over to your locker and shove your bag and coat in. You walk back into the studio to Jimin stretching. As you usually do you also go into your stretching routine. "What's your name? I'm Jimin, but based on your actions I would guess you already knew that." He smiles at you and goes back to stretching.

"I'm y/n..." you mumble and look away.

"y/n... I like it, very pretty." you giggle and thank him, continuing to stretch. "y/n..!" Jimin plops down in front of you, "did you want to practice, or do you just enjoy stretching?"

You look at him and blushed, "W-well... to be honest... I'm not really the best at dancing..."

He laughs and pulls you up, "Then let me help you." You stayed with him in the studio for hours, practicing things and learning others. He would correct you at times and congratulate you at others, eventually he said that you basically had it down.

"What's your favorite song?" He looks at you as you are practicing a move he taught you. "Is it one I sang?" He smirks in your direction, "Is it by my group?" he laughs, "I guess it must not b-"

"No! It's by Bangtan. I actually really like all of your songs, but my favorite would have to be (comment your favorite Bangtan song)." You look up at him and smile, while he taught you how to dance you seemed to stop being awkward around him.

"Hmmm, I see. So you do actually like our music and not just my shining face."

"Ugh you're hopeless," You groan, playfully punching his arm.

"Guh! I've been hit!" He moans and you laugh. He closes his eyes and leans against the wall, "Tell my parents I love them!"

You laugh, "Come on Jimin get up," you laugh even harder.

"Tell the boys, that I never really liked them, and that I won't miss them."

"Jimin..!" You laugh and grab his arm as he slides to the ground.

"Tell y/n that she smells like fish and that she's bad at dancing," he smiles as he lays on the ground.

"Why you little!" You scramble down to him kneel next to him, punching his torso repeatedly.

All of a sudden, you hear the door open, a young man walk in, and the smell of barbeque chicken, "Chicken! Chicken!! Chicken N!!!" You turn around to see Taehyung dancing in the doorway with a large plastic bag in his hand. You freeze, both fists in the air about to hit Jimin again. V freezes and stares you, then Jimin, then back to you, then back to Jimin. His eyes grow large and he covers his eyes, "Jiminie! Should I leave you two alone? Wait! There are windows! You guys should leave! Wait! Is she hurting you? Should I call the police?"

"Ugh TaeTae, she's just a friend I met, would you relax?" Jimin says in an irritated tone.

Taehyung uncovers his eyes and looks at you two, Jimin has sat up and is leaning against the mirror covered wall and you are sitting next to him, your hands still in fists. You stare at V like he's an alien, which isn't exactly wrong. "Can she understand what we're saying?"

"Yes I can" You say and grin.

Jimin laughs, "Yeah so make sure you don't say anything to offend y/n." Jimin elbows you and you laugh, though you still don't feel as comfortable in front of Tae as you are in front of Jimin.

"Well you guys may want to finish up, it's getting late." V says. You look at your phone to realize it was five minute from your curfew with a ten minute ride home.

You jump up and run to your locker, "I have five minutes to get home! I'm going to be late, I'm sorry I have to leave." You say as you run to your locker and grab your bag and coat.

"Come here for one second y/n." Jimin says smiling. You walk over to him and he takes your phone and opens up the camera. He takes a selfie with you and Tae, and one with only you two. "Open your phone." He says handing it to you. Without even thinking about it you open it, you are desperate to get home and time is money. He types something and hands you back your phone, "Don't worry about your mom, but you will still want to get home as soon as possible and explain stuff to her."

You smile and thank him and Tae and say goodbye. After you leave the studio you climb in your car and check your phone. Jimin had texted your mother the pictures of you two together and the ones with Taehyung. You laugh and look into the window of the dance studio to see V laughing at Jimin who is staring at you and he gives you the 'call me' sign. You look in your contacts and notice a new one at the top. Jiminie, the latest addition to your contacts shines brightly in your mind and you smile as you drive away from the studio. You prayed your mother wouldn't take away your phone for being late, because you had plans of what you wanted to do tonight.