The Dance Teacher || Namseok

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"the hell? i don't owe you anything, in fact i'll just pay you the three dollars for your shitty coffee if your so hung up on that."

Namjoons eyebrows furrowed angrily, "it's not just the coffee shithead, you were also the reason as to why i was evicted."

"oh so its my fault that your poor and couldn't pay off your rent when you were supposed to? wow how fair is that?" Hoseok scoffed, his demeanour becoming more resistant because he couldn't understand why he was being pressured into getting Namjoon a place if it wasn't his fault that the other was in such a bad economic state.

Namjoon growled irritably, "I didn't ask for your unimportant opinion on my life, i demanded you to get me a place to stay, you don't have a choice in this matter. its get me a place or-"

"or what?" Hoseok taunted deviously as he lifted his eyebrows in awaitance to Namjoons answer, "you gonna sue me? huh? or are you going to beat me up with those noodle arms you have? in case you've forgotten kim, im the son of the jun-"

Namjoon rolled his eyes as he pressed his hand in front of Hoseok's frozen expression, "ya ya, i get it, your the son of the jung corporation and your really rich and crap. but guess what mr. imreallyimportant," Namjoon stepped closer to Hoseok's angered statue in an almost derided manner, "you practically made a bet with me as to how much i can learn in your dance class but, i cant attend those classes if ill be too busy working in order to find a home, and, that'll be unfair considering you were the cause of my eviction. so practically no one will win and you'll be titled worlds worst dance teacher and that's all because you couldn't find me a roof over my petty head."

"wait a second" Hoseok interrupted, his head violently swirling to the ununderstandable gibberish Namjoon just spilled to him, "i didnt.. ugh.."

Namjoon smirked cunningly, "what hoseok? too stupid to comprehend all that truthful information? damn who knew that the world's best dancer was also the world's dumbest idiot."

Hoseok's confused expression turned to agitaciously fuming in a matter of seconds and Namjoon couldn't help but mentally pat himself on the back. He guesses having an IQ of 148 did have its quirks considering he just completely switched the tables because he just went from victim to the bully. Its hilarious to Namjoon to watch Hoseok's attitude change by simply choosing the right words to say and at the right times, just like child.

"im not stupid, your stupid." Hoseok stomped angrily, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, "and im not fucking getting you a place to stay so just fucking drop it, go live in your car or something."

"oh i see.. you're too poor to get me a little home isn't it?" Namjoon pointed out slowly, "that's okay, i always knew your terrible style was because you didn't have the money to get good clothes. i don't want you to go bankrupt so ill go ask a richer guy to help me out."

As Namjoon began to steadily walk away with the ever most slowest steps, he couldn't help but replace his plump lips with an arrogant smile and that was because he knew exactly what the ending result would be. Namjoon also knew he could've just stayed still, he didn't need to unhurriedly step away from Hoseok but it didn't hurt to add some dramatic effect.

"wait!"

Namjoon stopped in his tracks and turned around.

"fine, ill find you a place."

Ah, there it was.

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The drive from Namjoons apartment to Hoseok's mansion was only a 35 minute ride but the awkward and angry tension between the two males made it feel like an eternity. Namjoon felt small in Hoseok's one of kind, limited edition, tesla because his little car was a rock compared to the luxurious diamond he was riding. But in a way he felt kinda cool to be in it, even if the male beside him was mentally planning his death.