With numerous attempts of the same section of the dance we were called to have a break as the first lesson was over. We met with Jimin and his partner in the main dance studio, collecting drinks.

"Think you too warm Eunsol-ah," Jimin smirked, "you should take top off."    

My face was enraged with a new shade of red. His partner was giggling, slapping his arm lightly.

"Ya! Wae geuleohge bulchung hanga?" Taehyung's voice went to a whole new level of demonic as he glared at Jimin.

"I no disloyal!" Jimin flung his arms up, pouting, "we should all have shot with Eunsol-ah."

"Hey! I'm not an item!" Sitting there with a face like a tomato, I couldn't help but feel like I was some sort of prize, "if you guys are gonna' treat me like some award, then I'm off!" With that, I stood up and walked into the girls changing room, attempting to calm myself down. Why do I feel so angered all of a sudden?

"Eunsol-ah!" I heard Taehyung's voice call out. Why on earth is he in the girls changing room?

I frantically leapt behind one of the lockers, in hope that he wouldn't find me.

I heard his footsteps coming closer, my heart beating vigorously in my chest. They then faded away, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I peeped round the corner and saw no sign of Taehyung. I smiled to myself, turning around to be greeted by a pair of beady eyes.

"Argh! Taehyung, you scared me," I laughed nervously, trying to turn around. He slammed his hand against the locker right before my face. I turned the other way, but he did the same; trapping me completely. 

"Why you so moody?" His voice was husky, and I could feel a slight shiver crawl up my spine. 

"I-I feel like you and Jimin see me as some sort of diamond to c-claim," I stuttered, not being able to handle his closeness. 

He started chuckling, smiling slightly, "why you say you diamond?"

"Hey!" I squealed, about to scream some more, but his large hands clasped my mouth as he shushed me. I felt patronised by such instructions.

"Ya... no get angry with me," he brought his face closer and I was able to see every drip of sweat slide down his face; the way it made part of his fringe wet and stick to his forehead. His arms glistened, and I swore that my heart melted right on the spot leaving my insides completely wrecked.

"T-Taehyung... this is awkward," I tried moving his arm, but it was as if it was stuck to the locker.

"You let me kiss you almost," I could see a childish smile creeping across his lips, "you want now?"

"T-Taehyung, I've only known you for a few days!" I exclaimed, but he'd already grabbed my waist and pulled me closer.

"I not care," his eyes looked like a child who'd fallen in love with a new toy, "love not something controllable," this time he leaned towards my ear and whispered, "you interesting."

I could feel his hands creeping up my bare back, his fingers tracing my spine, "ahh, Taehyung," I didn't know whether I was in delight or urging him to stop, but he carried on. 

I couldn't help but grab his arms as I felt his soft lips gently lay upon my neck. Why the heck was he doing this to me? 

A low rumble was heard from him as he faced me finally, "you taste nice," his face closed in on mine, so I squeezed my eyes shut; preparing for what was about to come. Yet again, I could feel the tender warmth of his lips radiating on mine as they were millimetres apart. Just as they grazed one another, a voice suddenly boomed into the changing room.

"Ya! Taehyung! Gananhan yeoja hante mwohago issni?" Jimin's girly voice interrupted. I could feel Taehyung's body tense, and a forced sigh came not long after. 

"Hyung! Ulineun yeogi mueongaui hangaundeissda!" Taehyung shouted.

"Naneun sang-gwanhaji anhneunda. Ulineun jinan sigan dong-an dol-agaseo yeonseubhaeyahanda," Jimin's voice came closer, so I slipped under Taehyung's arm and stood next to him. Jimin raised an eyebrow at me before turning to Taehyung, "naneun god nae chalyeleul maj-eul geos-ilago hwagsinhanda," he gave a cheeky smile before walking out.

"You get no turn!" Taehyung shouted after him. Turn? Turn for what?

"Let's go," I sighed, and walked out after Jimin, with Taehyung not far behind. 

 

The remaining hour was just constant hard work, repeating some parts over and over again where I finally got fed up with it. In the end, me and Taehyung had only just managed to accomplish the dance. With little inputs from Jimin, we were able to perform the dance fluently without any mistakes.

In some ways, I felt extremely proud of our achievement, yet the other part of me was about to die from exhaustion, and to think that we still had three hours of lesson remaining dampened my mood further. 

I came to the conclusion that I was a sweaty mess, and felt like my face was a volcano. Every heat particle had managed to cling onto every part of my body, and I knew it'd be impossible to even bear the stickiness of my school uniform. I groaned and rolled around on the floor, hoping that it would cool me down.

"Eunsol-ah," Taehyung giggled, standing beside me, "what you doing?"

"Cooling down," I mumbled.

"Stop moving," he said whilst a pair of hands wriggled underneath me, lifting me off the floor.

"Whaaa-!" I started wailing, and clung onto Taehyung's shoulders. He was about to walk out of the door, but I realised the position we were in, and frantically started flapping my arms and legs around.

"Ya! Eunsol-ah, stop it!" Taehyung snapped. 

"We can't go out like this!" I screeched.

"Eunsol-ah, stop it no-ahhh!" He suddenly stumbled over his feet (once again), and we ended up in a heap on the floor. 

Opening my eyes, I realised how close I was to Taehyung's face, blushing all of a sudden. I was about to pull away, but Taehyung's hand clutched the back of my neck and held my head in place. I widened my eyes, about to say something but to have them closed by his lips...

HIS LIPS?!

The obvious had collided with my mind and I quickly pulled away, scrambling to my feet.

"Taehyung!" I wailed, "why did you do that?!"

The only response I got was his box smile along with his low, childish giggling.

"It's not funny!" I screeched, kicking his side.

"Ow..." he suddenly stood up, "love me really!" His deep voice was enough to drive me nuts, but he pinched my cheeks and ran off whilst saying, "meet outside changing room!"

I will seriously make that kid regret what he just did.

But... I can't deny that the softness of his lips were pleasant. I couldn't help but notice the tenderness they carried whilst pressing onto mine, the warmth transferring in a way that made me go dizzy. Despite it only being for a few seconds, I traced my lips with my fingers, giggling to myself as a tingly feeling spread throughout my stomach. 

What is this feeling?