“Hoseok! We’re going to be late!” Jimin shrieked as he rushed to his closet. It was 4:50 pm and dance class started in ten minutes.
Chanwoo’s Dance Studio was a fifteen minute stroll from Jimin’s house. Hoseok and Jimin weren’t even dressed. Also, Jimin still didn’t have any proper dance clothes, so they had to improvise.
“Here just wear this hoodie and these shorts!” Jimin yelled as he threw his clothes at Hoseok. Hoseok quickly got dressed as Jimin looked for clothes for himself.
“I’ll be outside,” Hoseok replied as he ran towards the door. This was going to be the first time Hoseok was ever late. He was a modeled student with perfect attendance.
However, this was about to change.
The couple got too caught up in an intense game of jenga and didn’t realize what time it was. “We’re losing time!” Jimin yelled as he ran out the house. “Jimin!” Hoseok shouted.
Jimin stopped in his tracks and turned around towards Hoseok. “What?” he frantically asked. “We won’t make it on time, even if we run. Let’s just walk,” Hoseok suggested.
“Won’t Chanwoo get mad?” Jimin questioned. “There was traffic,” Hoseok winked. “Right,” Jimin smirked.
They walked down the street, hand in hand. “Are you nervous?” Jimin asked. “No. Are you?” Hoseok asked. Jimin hesitated, then answered, “To be totally honest, yes."
“Why?” Hoseok pushed on. “Sunhwa made the whole class believe rumors about me. She did that in a day! A day!” Jimin cried.
Hoseok could tell that Jimin was clearly distressed. It hurt Hoseok to see him like this. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” Hoseok reassured Jimin as he squeezed his hand.
“Thank you, Hoseok,” Jimin smiled. Until they reached the studio, Hoseok made sure to ease Jimin’s mind with nonsensical stories.
He did everything and anything he could think of to make sure Jimin was happy.
As they reached the studio, the pair saw Chanwoo standing outside. “That’s weird,” Hoseok muttered. “Do you think he’s greeting everyone?” Jimin asked.
“I don’t think so. Class started ten minutes ago, so he must be waiting for us,” Hoseok theorized. Hoseok began to drag his feet. He had a bad feeling about this.
Suddenly, Chanwoo looked their way. Hoseok and Jimin smiled at Chanwoo, but the gesture wasn’t returned. “Oh no,” Hoseok thought to himself. Chanwoo waited for the pair to reach him.
“Sorry we’re late,” Hoseok said. “There was a lot of traffic,” Jimin added. “It won’t happen again,” Hoseok promised as the pair bowed. Chanwoo didn’t respond.
Hoseok reached for the door handle, but was stopped by Chanwoo. “I need to talk to you two,” Chanwoo finally revealed. Jimin felt a lump form in his throat. “About what?” Hoseok questioned.
As Jimin peered in the studio, he saw all the students huddled up together, talking. Sunhwa was in the center.
“Follow me,” Chanwoo demanded. As soon as he opened the door, the students dispersed. They got into their pairs and began to practice, acting as if nothing ever happened.
Chanwoo led Jimin and Hoseok to his office. Once they entered the room, he closed the door and blinds. Hoseok and Jimin sat in the two chairs across Chanwoo’s desk.
Chanwoo slowly walked to his seat. He sat down and placed his head in his hands.
Hoseok stated, “Chanwoo, I j-” “Are you two dating?” Chanwoo asked. Hoseok and Jimin frantically looked at each other, not knowing what to say. “What?” Hoseok asked.
“Just answer the question,” Chanwoo sighed. Jimin felt as if the room was spinning and he couldn’t focus on Chanwoo’s words.
“We don’t have to answer that,” Hoseok retorted, “You don’t have any right to snoop around in our personal lives.”
“Stop treating me as if I’m the bad guy. I’m trying to help you. What am I supposed to do when five parents call me demanding that I kick you two out before you turn their child gay?” Chanwoo declared.
Hoseok and Jimin froze.
Jimin felt as if he was going to vomit. “You’re lying!” Hoseok yelled. “I wish I was,” Chanwoo muttered.
The trio sat in silence, no one knew what to say. “So, are you two dating?” Chanwoo asked again. Jimin opened his mouth to answer, but the words wouldn’t come out.
“Yes,” Hoseok finally revealed. Chanwoo sighed as he pushed his hair back. “Until I figure this out, you two can’t come to practices anymore,” Chanwoo explained.
“Why?” Hoseok yelled as he jumped out of his seat.
“First of all, the students outside can barely concentrate with you two here. All they talk about is you guys, no one gets any work done.
Second of all, I can’t have the students going back home saying I did nothing.
Lastly, the competition is in two weeks, I need my studio to be drama free,” Chanwoo emphasized.
“But,” Hoseok began. “Do you understand, Hoseok?” Chanwoo asked.
“No, I don’t understand,” Hoseok muttered. “Think of this like a vacation. You’re only taking a couple weeks off,” Chanwoo reassured.
“But the competition is in a couple weeks,” Hoseok said through his teeth.
“That’s the point,” Chanwoo explained, “I don’t want this getting out to the board of directors. So, if you guys don’t participate in the competition, then the parents will feel as if their demands were met. By the time you two come back, this whole problem will be forgotten.”
“Chanwoo, but-” Hoseok bellowed.
“I know this competition means a lot to you, but you don’t accept the offers anyway. If you just want to dance in front of a crowd, then you can busk. There’s always next year,” Chanwoo assured.
Hoseok sat back down in his chair, he was trying to understand what exactly was going on.
“I’m really sorry, but I have a class to supervise,” Chanwoo sighed as he stood up.
Hoseok and Jimin made their way towards the door. “Wait,” Chanwoo demanded. Slowly, Hoseok turned around, but Jimin stayed facing the door.
Chanwoo stood in front of Hoseok with his arms outstretched. “This is for the best,” Chanwoo murmured. “Goodbye,” Hoseok muttered as he bowed.
The pair left the office, in a despondent state. They cut through the studio to exit the building. The students stared at them, whispering amongst each other.
Jimin exited the building first. Hoseok hesitated at the door, then turned around.
“You’ll be sorry,” Hoseok warned as he glared at Sunhwa. “I bet,” Sunhwa sneered.