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It's been about two hours since he's sat on the creaky chair in the corner of the library, Taehyung thinks. He isn't really checking time, and it feels like decades have passed with the threatening, loud sound of the clock ticking somewhere in the background. And he just sits there, another groan escaping his lips, eyes fixed on the blank sketching papers in his notebook.
It's a live client assignment, an end of the year final project, one that could possibly land him a good internship and Taehyung’s brain has decided it's a good time to hit the sack and take a three year nap.
He hasn't thought of a single concept and if he keeps going at this rate, he's sure he's going to have to sign up for some retakes. And he isn't going to do that in any case.
He rubs his hands over his face once more in frustration before pushing back and abruptly standing up, shuffling all his things together and shoving them in his backpack haphazardly. He remembers the dance studio and thinks that maybe, if he goes by one of his routines for a couple of times, then it'll get his gears working.
He swings his backpack over his shoulders, feeling a little better now that he doesn't have to stress his brain cells into scratching up some chewed out concept just for the sake of it, and can keep it away for a while. He still has three weeks until final submission, and he knows he'll end up with something decent at least. Not being able to find an idea isn't even what he's irritated about, it's the fact that his brain seems to be suddenly blank for a reason unknown is what's letting him down.
He figures it's probably because of how much work he's done all year, so much so that he doesn't even remember doing half of it and hasn't realised how the year has gone by already.
His feet take him to the direction of the dance studio, and it's a five minute walk so he decides to take it on his own relaxed pace, while thinking about which routine he could practice. He decides on not doing the one for the final showcase coming up soon, but the one he has choreographed for himself, just something light he likes to warm up to.
When he told Yoongi and Jimin that he had choreographed a routine to Versace on the Floor, he had received an unimpressed glare from his older roommate, and an excited squeak from his best friend, and then when he'd performed it, Yoongi was floored and Jimin was proud. Taehyung isn't the best dancer out there, and he knows it. Still, he's pretty fucking good, definitely one of the best out there and some people kill to have his skills, and yeah, maybe he does enjoy choreographing a little more than actually doing shows and stuff, and maybe he did actually take up dance as minor instead of a major solely because it's more of a hobby, and he's always been career passionate about art.
Dance is more of a fuel, to get him running, especially on days like these.
And then, suddenly, while he's making his way to the studio direction, he starts singing Despacito in his head, again, for what is probably like the tenth time in the day.
He loves the song but fuck, it's getting annoying now.
He still hums, tapping his fingers to the side of his thigh, slightly swaying. He starts singing slightly louder as he realises classes are on and there's no one to judge him, and his mood lifts.
And then suddenly he hears it outside of his head too. It isn't just in his brain and on his tongue, but there's actual background music and Justin Bieber’s voice belting in the background. Confused, since there's usually no one in the studio during this hour, he quickens his pace and walks around the corner to reach the last room on the floor.
And peering through the glass window seems like the biggest mistake he's ever done.
Because right there in front of him is what he'd call a whole seven course meal (not to his face of course), a boy probably around his age, killing some moves looking boss as hell, Despacito playing in the background. It's his tall guy with a fluffy tuft of dark brown hair swiped away from his forehead revealing sinful eyebrows, narrowed eyes as he analyses his own moves in the wall spread mirrors in front of him, denim shorts revealing some thick thighs that he thinks only the gods could have personally crafted, some good muscles on show and broad chest noticeable under a black muscle tee.
And he's sweating.
Taehyung thinks he himself has started sweating too, because of how everything is on show, and his assumptions are confirmed when the boy suddenly stumbles and looks at Taehyung through the mirrors, body whipping around in under a second, eyes wide and chest rising up and down with the heavy breathing.
Fuck, he looks fucking beautiful.
He raises an eyebrow, and Taehyung’s head quickly lowers as his cheeks flush in embarrassment of being caught ogling, and he quickly coughs out a pathetic ‘sorry’. Dancer boy hears it since the doors to the studio are open, and then he strides ahead, walking over near the doors to grab his water bottle. He looks up at Taehyung again, who, for some stupid ass reason is still rooted to his spot.
His tummy does weird things at the way the boy looks at him, eyes narrow.
“Wait,” He sounds surprised, and Taehyung just about melts at how smooth and sweet his voice is. “I know you.”
Taehyung's head shoots up in a matter of a second and his eyes go wide because- what?
Apparently he says that out loud because, “I saw you dancing here once during my slot, I think a couple weeks ago,” Taehyung opens his mouth to apologise for hogging someone else’s slot, but is dismissed by the boy casually waving it off. “You were… gorgeous , so I let you be.”
Fuck, Taehyung thinks, as the boy’s hand flies to the nape of his neck, a slight blush rising on his own cheeks, looking like he can't believe what he just said. Taehyung slowly nods, the tingling in his fingertips growing by each second.
Taehyung realised he's said a whole of one word (that too muffled and shy) in this entire presence when the boy speaks again.
“Can I ask you something?”
“U-uh, sure.” Taehyung shrugs, trying to make it look like he isn't flustered out of his mind, and nods.
“Will you dance with me?”
What now?
This boy who doesn't even know me properly (but dances like a god) (and looks like one too) wants to dance with me?
Bitch why?
“Uhh. Why?” Taehyung voices his thought.
“You know, honestly, you were really good, as I said before. Versace on the Floor, was it? I don't know if it was for something or just something you did for yourself, but your moves are really good. And I'm honestly doing this by myself for the showcase coming soon, but I couldn't get a partner. And I really wanted one. So you know, I just wanna see how it would have been.”
Taehyung gulps because wow, that was a well planned out answer and he knows the boy isn't joking around, can hear the sincerity, and honesty what the fuck is the harm in dancing with someone who has moves like that and looks like that?
So he nods.
“Okay, okay let's do it.”
And so, Taehyung finds himself in the middle of the studio, body standing close to the boy, who's actually the same height as him, hands awkwardly fallen to his sides.
The boy smiles and slowly closes the gap completely, palms situating themselves on Taehyung’s waist and fuck- why does it tingle there- Taehyung thinks. An unexpected squeak tumbles past his lips as he's pulled closer, and then warm fingers slot in the gaps of his own ones.
“Okay, let's go.” The boy pressed down on a button on the remote control that is attached to his tee collar, and the music starts blaring.
Taehyung honestly still doesn't know why he agrees to this, but then they've started moving and he's gobsmacked at how natural it actually feels to dance with this boy who's name he still isn't aware of.
He's spun around as the boy attempts different moves, and Taehyung never thought he'd be doing salsa with a beautiful unknown man in the middle of the studio with Despacito playing in the background when he got out of that library chair a few minutes ago.
But he likes it.
He feels the boy’s strength as he's easily spun and moved around and then he takes the stride to try some moves out too, and they fool around a little bit and do some silly moves, laughs thrown in the air as they both really begin enjoying it.
Taehyung accidentally steps on the boy’s foot too, but they both laugh it off, and Taehyung can't help but love the adrenaline he's getting from doing something so stupid but impulsive after a long time. The assignments and work piling up had just eaten his life up. And this is nice.
When the song comes to an end, they both stop with their bodies pressed close, the boy is sweating even more now and Taehyung thinks his skin feels clammy too, and they both breathe a little hard, but the smiles are evident on both their faces. Taehyung gulps at the touch of the boy’s plan still around his waist and the other intertwined with his own fingers, hands fallen to the side. Taehyung feels his broad chest under his muscle tee from where his palm is resting on the other’s torso.
Taehyung purses his lips to keep himself from smiling too hard like a fucking lunatic.
“So…” he trails off, speaking first for the first time since they met. “What now?”
The boy laughs, the sound airy and soothing to the ears.
“I don't do things like kiss and tell, but I'm up for, you know, dance and a date.”
Fuck. Where has this boy been all my life? He moves like that, looks like that, seems like a nice human bean , and is smooth like that? The hell?
Taehyung splutters.
“You- what, that was so smooth what-” Taehyung coughs, cheeks heating up again. “I'm shook.”
“Trust me, I totally made that up on the spot. I'm not usually like this, I don't know what's gotten into me today but it must be that Despacito playing in the background and it's vibes.”
Taehyung laughs.
“Okay, I'll go on a date with you,” the boy’s face lights up like a lamp. “But three conditions.”
“Shoot.”
“One, you tell me your name-”
“Jeon Jeongguk.” Taehyung nods.
“-Two, that date better be a great ass date, and three-” Taehyung sheepishly smiles at what he's about to say. “Kiss me, already.”
Jeongguk doesn't need to be told again before he presses them closer even further, if that's even possible, palm flying to Taehyung’s cheek and pulling his face closer, soft lips connecting in a curious kiss.
Jeongguk’s lips are soft as hell but firm, like he knows what he's doing and Taehyung can confirm because fuck, he knows how to kiss, and has Taehyung clawing for more under thirty seconds. Taehyung’s fingers clutch around Jeongguk’s tee shirt fabric as they break apart for air.
“Are you wearing strawberry lip balm-”
“Yeah”
“ Shit, Kim Taehyung, if it's with you, even this is a great ass date.”
Taehyung grins ear to ear and dives in for another kiss, lips pecking in a much delicate one before he suddenly gasps and jumps apart.
“Wait,” he narrows his eyes. “How do you know my name?”
Fuck , Jeongguk thinks. How the hell do I get out of this one?
“Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk sighs.
“I asked Park Jimin about you the day I saw you dancing here.”