Bangchan || Ballet class

You loved ballet, spending hours practicing steps and perfecting your technique. You were a ballet teacher at an academy in the city. Across the street from the school was a café where you often went to buy tea, and that's where you met Chan. He was young and very handsome, and a great person too; he was a football player—the quarterback—and although he was apparently famous (something you only found out much later), you didn't know him at all. But you both liked each other, and now you were dating.

He went to the dance school every afternoon after you finished your classes. That afternoon he had asked you out on a date, but you had forgotten because you had a performance that weekend and had been training hard.

You were rehearsing when you saw his wide smile in the reflection of the mirrors; he was leaning against the living room door, watching you with admiration. You smiled at him and called him over; he came towards you and gently took you by the waist.

"The leotard looks good on you... Pretty good." He said it as if it were the first time he'd seen you dressed like that. But you had a better idea.

"Dance with me, I'll teach you how to dance." You said

"Oh no, no. I play soccer, I'm not a dancer." He told you with a sarcastic smile. A smile you ignored to make him dance.