Notice me | y.s

5

To say that Yoongi was freaking out was an understatement. Not only was it a stressful day at school and work (God how he hates his job) but the dance competition was tomorrow and he didn't even know the routine.

It was now late at night, his parents already fast asleep as he sat on the couch watching TV though, there was really no way he could focus on the show in front of him when there was a possibility he could embarrass himself in front of the whole school. He worried at his bottom lip, wondering what he should do. He debated about calling either Jimin or Jungkook and asking for help but voted against it, not wanting them to think their Hyung was a desperate idiot.

Then, he remembered that yesterday Hoseok said he would email him a tutorial for the routine. Immediately he jumped off the couch and ran up to his room, careful not to wake up his parents. He locked the door behind him and sat on his bed, logging into his laptop and checking his email. Sure enough, there was a new message in his inbox and he opened it, seeing there was a video attachment with it. He clicked the black thumbnail and a video popped up on his screen, hesitating before pressing play.

The video was still black for a few seconds and Yoongi thought he didn't actually press the play button until he heard some wrestling in the background and the camera was moved. There he saw Hoseok, sitting cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the screen as he messed with the camera, trying to focus it.

"Is this dumb thing even on?" Hoseok grumbled, bringing the camera up close to his face and Yoongi couldn't help but chuckle at the angle. "Okay, I think it is." He brought it back down and propped it up against something out of view, waiting until the focus wasn't blurry.

Yoongi took the time to observe the setting behind the dancer. He was sitting on a wooden floor, similar to the one in the practice room at school and there were numerous trophies and awards on the shelves behind him. He also noticed what the male was wearing- A pair of tennis shoes, black athletic shorts and a muscle tee. (Yoongi tried his best to not let his eyes wander over his muscular arms)

He pulled out a small remote from his pocket and pointed it towards something Yoongi couldn't see, then, the song Yoongi recognized for the routine began to echo though the speakers. Hoseok put the remote back into his pocket and got into starting position. Yoongi got up, moving his laptop to the foot of the bed and making sure he had enough room around him before getting into the same position. 

"So this part is pretty easy. You really just stand here for two eight counts kinda like you're waiting for the beat to drop."

Hoseok did as he said, standing with a slight pose. His eyes weren't looking into the camera, more like behind it and Yoongi assumed he was watching himself in a mirror.

"Okay, now with this next part you're going to bring you right leg back like this and lean forward slightly with your left shoulder. Bring your right hand from your hip and away put in front of your body." He carried out the steps. "Next, you just do the same thing with your other side."

Yoongi copied Hoseok's movements, feeling stupid as he realized that he was dancing to a video from his laptop. He cringed, feeling as if there were a hundred pairs of eyes on him.

"Next, you bring your body up like this and five, six, seven, eight."

Hoseok started to dance, Yoongi trying to keep up with the steps as he watched the dancer intently. He was determined to learn this routine, even if it killed him.

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The routine was literally killing him. He was pretty proud of himself as he now got the first half of it down but shit, it's taken him an hour to do so and his body was starting to become sore. He's got sweat practically pouring off his forehead because again, he's definitely not athletic.