Springing back from each other, me and Taehyung both cast each other nervous glances, scared that my mum somehow managed to figure what was happening.  

"Let go school," Taehyung went to the counter to get a bag and slipped the remaining pastries in, dragging me off my seat.   

"You need to have your coffee!" I exclaimed, taking the coffee cup and shoving it in his face. He sighed and downed it all in one go, leaving a slight mustache of coffee above his top lip. I stared at his lips intently.

"I have some my lip?" He came close to my face, his eyes slightly wider. Should I do what he did to me? Would it be too bold for a foreigner to do that?

He kept on staring at men wanting an answer. My hand was shaking when I pointed to his lips.

"Get for me?" 

Is he being serious? I gave him a death glare, releasing a quiet sigh. Should I really do this?

I slipped my hand behind his neck pulling him in towards my face. I heard a gasp escape his lips at my sudden action. I pressed my lips against the top of his lips, off the coffee remains. I pulled away slowly, looking into his surprised eyes. 

I coughed slightly, "it's gone now," I laughed nervously, tucking some of my hair behind my ear, "let's go." I gently tugged at his arm, leading us out of the shop. Ah my heart was racing so much! Why did I even do that?!

 

With dance being our a lesson that lasted two hours, we parted into the changing rooms. I took a moment, leaning against the wall taking deep breaths, "calm down Hannah, what you did wasn't too over the top..." I paused, rethinking what I'd just said, "argh, it totally was!" I whined, scrunching my face up, sliding down the wall, cuddling my knees. The door to the changing room opened, and some other girls walked in, focusing their eyes on the scrunched up me.

"Geunyeoneun gwaenchanhseubnikka?" One of them muttered. I moaned into my knees, and they all scurried away. 

"I should probably get changed..." I sighed to myself, and went around to the lockers, finding an empty space to place my belongings in. 

Emptying my bag, I could feel my heart puncture. I shakily lifted up the shorts I'd randomly picked out, absolutely certain that I was about to cry, "why do I always have clothes that are either too short, or too small?"

"What wrong?" A girl next to me asked, a genuine confused look rested upon her face.

"These are too short and too small," I mumbled, showing her the shorts.

She started giggling, "it good. Outline bum!" She smiled inanely before skipping off into the class. 

"Is she serious...?" My tone was empty and drained, "do all girls want to outline their bums here?" I sighed heavily, undressing myself from my school clothes.

"Wo! Geunyeoui sicheleul bwa!" I heard one of the girls screech. I turned around with a frantic expression, seeing that the girl was pointing at me.

"What is it?" I asked, looking at myself from all angles.

"Your body so good!" Another girl squealed, clapping her hands.

"Oh... ah-haha..." I laughed in embarrassment, turning around awkwardly, squeezing into my shorts.

"A! Geunyeoleul bwala. Neomu himdeul-eo!" I heard the girls screeching, I turned around slightly to see them pointing at my bum. My cheeks were bursting with flames as I quickly slipped on my tank top. 

"No, no!" One of the girls turned me around, looking me up and down. 

"Whoa, what are you doing?!" I exclaimed worriedly. 

"You need like this!" The girl quickly grabbed another tank top and ed it in my face.

"Haha, that exposes too much of my sides..." I said quietly.

"It good! You show body off!" She grabbed the current top I was wearing, bringing it forcefully over my arms and tugged the other one over me. My armpits felt way too exposed, and you could see my bra, along with the rest of my exposed skin.

"Guys... half of it is cut off!" I exclaimed. All they responded with were 'tuts' and sighs.

"Geu yeojaaega deo jasingam-eul gajyeoya hae!" The girl who presented me with the top muttered. I creased my lips together and scowled, huffing before walking out of the changing room, into the class where everyone was warming up. 

I feel so self conscious right now...

"Lim Eunsol, remember your partner, Kim Taehyung," the teacher pointed over to Taehyung who was stretching. I couldn't help but feel nervous, remembering the awkward moments from earlier this morning. I shuffled towards him, and started stretching with him.

"Hei Eunsol-ah," he greeted. I looked up and saw him gawping at me all of a sudden.

"What?" 

"You l-look..." he gulped before continuing. "shy."

I choked slightly, not wanting to believe what came out of his mouth despite his horrendous pronunciation. I slapped him on the arm, "get on with stretching!" I hissed. 

"Ya! Eunsol!" Another voice hissed beside me. I peered up and saw Jimin's face inches away from mine. 

"Whoa!" I leapt back slightly, surprised by the limited space he left between us. 

"Hmm, you nice," I saw his eyes tracing every part of my body whilst my face was flushing a bright red. 

"Shh!" I also slapped him on the arm. He winced slightly, but left with a cute smile and a wink.

He did not just wink at me...

"Okei! Majimag sueob-eseo han il-eulhago geu chum-eul yeonseub hae naega neoleul sewossda," the teacher suddenly bellowed, waving his hands around.

"What's he saying?" I whispered to Taehyung.

"We go practice now," he tugged at my hand and brought us into our own mini dance studio. I was sort of scared, being on my own with him...

 

"Eunsol-ah! No give up!" Taehyung wailed, stamping his feet, "I need lift you right!"

We came to a certain part of the dance where he had to lift me up and twirl me around, but I was too afraid that his hands would slip elsewhere... 

"Eunsol..." his voice suddenly deepened, and his eyes became demonic and somewhat domineering, I couldn't help but fear for my life, "we need do this. Now." I was held by his glare, as I reluctantly stood up and positioned myself, ready for the jump. If I was being honest with myself, I couldn't help but feel self conscious about my appearance, especially with what I was wearing; it didn't make me feel any better.

"You can do this Hannah," I whispered to myself. I looked up at Taehyung who was in a stance ready to catch me. I started running towards him, leaping into the air as he grasped my waist... under my top. He started spinning around until he tripped over his foot, resulting in us collapsing on the floor in a heap. My head was laid against Taehyung's chest, and I felt his heart beating rapidly. I wanted to stay like that, and I think that he did too; but it couldn't, as a knock was heard at the door.

We both sprung up from the ground and went to opposite sides of the room. 

"Ne!" Taehyung shouted. The door opened, and Jimin's face popped round it, beaming and full of light.

"Ulineun hyusig-eul chwihagoiss-eo," he exclaimed happily, finally closing the door and standing there with his arms folded, "wae dul da bang-ui bandaepyeon-e issni?" He gave me a mischievous grin, "something happen?" His face told me what he was thinking.

"NO! Absolutely not!" I snapped. 

"Ya! Hyung, 2si 37 bun-ei bubun-e daehan doum-i pil-yohabnida," Taehyung looked completely fed up and exhausted with dancing.

"You no strong enough!" Jimin stated cheekily. A low growl came from Taehyung as he glared at Jimin with his arms across his chest.

"Me show you," Jimin turned to me, "let practice." I widened my eyes at him. Is he serious? 

"Eunsol-ah!" He wailed whilst pouting. 

"Fine," I muttered. I started running towards him, leaping at the final moment. I felt his warm hands wrap around my bare waist, startling me slightly. His muscles shone with sweat and bulged impressively as he lifted me up smoothly, my hands only having to rest on his shoulders. After doing a full turn, he gently let me down, his hands gradually moving up my sides. He giggled, "you have nice body." I looked at him with an appalled expression.

"Ya! No say that to Eunsol!" Taehyung leapt up from his sitting position, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me into him. 

"Okay, okay," Jimin grinned mischievously giving me a quick wink before leaving the room.

"Aish geu kkoma ya," Taehyung muttered under his breath, still keeping a firm grip around me, "but Eunsol-ah," he spun me around to face him, "you do have nice body," revealing his box like smile, I was left with juxtaposed emotions, because I couldn't understand how you could say something like that, yet be cute at the same time...

These guys...