The Dance Teacher || Namseok

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"can you stop staring at me, you're scaring me."

Hoseok rolled his eyes and squeezed Namjoon's waist tightly, causing him to let out a high gasp. "i wasn't staring at you dipshit, i'm watching the couple behind you because their footwork is wrong."

"oh, oops."

"anyways," Hoseok turned to face his students, "everyone, we've already gone through the first three parts meaning there's now only two left before the showcase. i expect all of you to be paying attention because if you don't pass then we all know what that means."

Oh fuck, Namjoon had completely forgotten about the showcase that will determine whether he wins the bet with Hoseok. If he somehow earns higher than a seven on the final then Hoseok would have the satisfaction of being called the best dance teacher in Korea - even though Namjoon could easily tell them that now since it's honestly the truth. But, if he fails, he's kicked out of the studio, but still gets something out of Hoseok for proving him wrong. In all truth, the second choice sounds a lot better than the first.

However, it's not that he's trying his best in class to pass the final but it's because he really wants to actually learn how to dance. After all, it's a good hobby to start picking up after having so much free time now since he was kicked out of school, and he doesn't exactly like getting judged in a gym.

Taehyung raised his hand from the back of the room, "wait what happens if we don't pass again?"

"you're kicked out," Hoseok responded uninterested, "and you should know considering you haven't passed the past three finals because you never show up."

"well in my defense, they start at like eleven am and no bitch wakes up that early."

Namjoon cocked his head, "wait, if you get kicked out if you fail, how come taehyung is still here?"

Hoseoks eyes widened as he suddenly noticed the same thing, "oh fuck, why are you still here?" he glowered at the smirking student. Taehyung merely flipped his hair to the side and winked at the teacher before turning back to his partner to avoid responding to his secret. Hoseok growled and decided to just leave it at that, there really wasn't a point in trying to get an answer out of an idiot who barely knows his own name.

Jeongguk narrowed his eyes at his partner, "why don't you ever say the truth tae."

"well what can i say kookie, i'm a man of secrets." He responded as he snapped his fingers and flipped his hair in the most dramatic way possible.

"more like a man of decievement. you said you couldn't make it to the hip hop final because you were in mexico. you literally left me alone to do a two-person dance all by myself!"

Taehyung held up his hands, "i can explain.."

"and on second thought, you don't even speak spanish! how the hell did you spend a week alone in a place where you don't even speak the language!"

"i do know spanish!"

Jeongguk lifted a brow, "oh yeah? then prove it bitch." Taehyung cursed silently as he quickly thought of a quick phrase, but the two classes he took in high school in which he used to flirt with cute latin boys didn't seem to come back to him. And if he can't come up with something quick then Jeongguk will know him as a liar, and he is not a liar! Well, not always.

"i'm waiting.." Jeongguk urged as he tapped his foot repeatedly. Taehyung huffed through his nose and crossed his arms, "i can't come up with something to say, after all, i know so many words fluently."

"fine then, say justin bieber has great hair."

"mi madre se comió mis pantalones."

Jeongguk thought that the sentence didn't really sound correct but at the same time he didn't know spanish in the first place either. But, it did sound like actual words so he decided to leave it at that and not make the immature boy go into a hissy fit. Maybe later he'll try to google translate just to make sure though.