* ☆ ·˚ — this hit, that ice cold
* ☆ ·˚ — nova dance classes !!
dance classes sounded like a fantastic idea for someone like taehyung. he’s certainly improved in the past year, but he’s also so far behind some of the people he used to know, but has lost contact with.
he didn’t really know anyone from nova, and decided to just pick a class and go for it.
he’s already chatted around with a few people, he asks for some pointers and absorbs the advice he’s given with a bright smile. always so eager to learn, albeit slowly when it comes to this particular skill. as the class goes on, he realizes that maybe this hadn’t been the best idea, stumbling over his own feet with the fast choreography that was definitely a bit too much for him. but still, he gets words of encouragement from those he’s talked to, making him smile once more.
but then he recognizes a very familiar face.
blinking, his mouth drops open as he sees yuta practicing some of the moves they were just taught. he hasn’t seen yuta in nearly a year, mind playing back the spring festival and the triple threat challenge, where yuta had become a trainee for trc. they’d spoken for a short time even after that, but then nothing. tae bites the inside of his cheek, staring with a slight frown. he assumes they both just became too busy to continue talking regularly, but taehyung still thinks about yuta often.
he looks up to the older boy a lot, or did, anyways. taehyung doesn’t know what he’s up to now, but he’s sure his schedule is packed with trc schedules and other things tae just doesn’t know about. from what he remembers, yuta always had something going on. he wonders how life at trc is going, he longs to ask but yuta looks focused, so he doesn’t want to bother him. it’s been so long, he isn’t really sure how to approach him. especially now that he’s a trainee for taehyung’s dream company, when his luck for auditions has been so awful. it’s a sore spot, despite the simultaneous desire to ask him so many questions.
instead, he tries to pick up on the dance steps from him, watching him as discreetly as possible and copying his movements to the best of his ability. as the class continued, taehyung situated himself closer and closer to yuta, putting forth every muscle in his body to mimic the older’s moments. he wanted to be as good as him, to catch up to him— it makes him sad, that someone he’d been friends with has surpassed him by nearly a year at this point and taehyung is still straggling behind. the sharpness and fluidity in yuta’s movements just show taehyung that he needs to work harder, to make up that year of lost time and skill.
taehyung puts his heart into it, eventually getting the dance down well enough for compliments to be given at the end of the class. a few of the people he’d talked to pat his shoulder, or ruffle his hair and it makes taehyung so happy to hear their praise, despite not being the best in the class. still, his gaze wanders to yuta, who hadn’t noticed him at all, or if he did, he chose not to say anything.
either way, taehyung leaves the class with a renewed vigor, despite the slight ache in his chest over seeing yuta.
