Y/N POV

Hobi picked me up the next morning as usual and we started class by having one of the students in our class count the votes for us and announce the winner of the scrimmage match.

"The winner of the scrimmage match is...Y/n!" they exclaim.

I jump up and down and squeal when I hear my name and Hobi hugs me and congratulate me on my win. I release him to celebrate with all the dancers on my team and I offer to pizza for everyone after class.

After that, we get back to class and it ends too soon, and as promised I take the girls to go get pizza and we are at the restaurant for about 2 hours. Hobi came along since he was my ride and enjoyed some pizza and conversation with some of the girls in his fan club, especially Miyoung.

Miyoung was absolutely livid that this was the first time that she was with Hobi outside of dance class, I try to ignore the fact that she reaches across the table to grab his hand before he slides his hand away as politely as possible. It literally took her 2 seconds before she gathers up the audacity to fix her mouth to ask him for a date.

"Oppa, don't you think that we should get to know each other better. Are you free this-"

Hobi deflects by pretending not to hear her and turns to me, "Hey, Y/n. The theme you wanted to do for tomorrow's class was supposed to be a sexy theme, right? What style of dance were you thinking about for it?"

I glance quickly at Miyoung's dejected face before relieving him of his misery, by answering with, "I was thinking of doing either a pole dance or a lap dance type of thing. I'm leaning more towards the lap dance right now."

"That's a really good idea, we should talk more about it back at the studio." he compliments.

I paid for dinner and everyone said their goodbyes. The ride back to the studio was relatively silent, but when we got back to the studio we started talking about my idea again.

"And I was thinking that the girls who have boyfriends can bring them to class and let them dance with them. And those who don't could pair up with others in the class." I explain excitedly.

Hobi agrees to this and we text the dance group chat about the details and what to bring to class tomorrow.

We head out and lock up not too long after that and he drops me off at home and we say our goodbyes.

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The next morning, I woke up to notifications coming from my phone. Disgruntled, I rolled over and squinted at the screen.

Message form Hobi ❤❤

Hobi ❤❤: Get up rn! I'm on my way!

Hobi ❤❤; I have food 😒 I wished u cared ab me like u care ab food

Y/N-ie 💞: I'm getting ready now. also I do care ab u a lot... just not as much as food.

Y/N- ie 💞: but u get serious points for bringing me the foood I love so much

Hobi ❤❤: 🙄🙄

I head downstairs with my full dance bag and wait outside my building for Hobi, who pulled up soon after. I hop in the passenger seat, greet Hobi, and receive my food.

"So what's in the bag??

"Oh, just a pair of heels, knee pads, shorts, and my usual stuff," I answer offhandedly, concentrating on my phone so hard that my brow creased with frustration.

"What's going on over there?"

"My landlord just texted me saying that he's hiking up the rent because maintenance needs to do to the building, and since he can't afford it, I guess I need to find a place to live. I'm tryna figure out something right now, actually,"

"Why don't you come to stay with me for a while," Hobi suggests.

"Hobi, that's so sweet, but I really don't know how long until I get an apartment. I can't ask you to do that for me,"

"You're not asking me to do anything, I'm offering! I want my best friend to move in with me, c'mon it'll be fun."

"Okay, fine."

"Yay! We're roomies now!" H e says, poking my arm repeatedly.

"I'm already regretting this decision." You sigh, turning to look out the car window.

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"Hi, ladies! Today's class is going to be extra special because thanks to you ladies, we won the scrimmage match and also because the ladies brought their boo thangs!"

This caused the room to erupt into cheers and screams.

"So ladies, today your partners are going to help you learn choreo and perform your choreo today, but first we will practice and learn the dance without them." I announce, "Heels up!"

It takes us about an hour and thirty minutes to actually get to the practicing with their partner, which was when I remembered that I didn't have a partner. And since, this class was meant for the ladies and their partners, there were no other single men in the studio at the moment.

Except for Hoseok.

"Ladies, get your chairs and your partners."

I slide up to Hoseok, whose looking down at his phone, and ask, "Hey, could you help me with this demonstration? Disclaimer, it's mildly sexual,"

"Yeah, no problem, let me just take this off," He says, pulling his jacket off and following behind me. He takes a seat in the chair and awaits further instruction.

"Okay, so ladies, the choreography is still the same, but at the end, you can freestyle as you please for about one minute." I turn to Hoseok and ask him, "You good with this?"

He nods, and I continue, "For example," I squat in front of Hobi with a hand on his knee, "Eye contact." Upon hearing that, Hobi looked straight into my eyes, and I kept talking, "And light touching, are all a part of the art of seduction,"

I stand up abruptly, holding Hoseok by his chin keeping eye contact, hearing him hiss. "Lap dance gets a really bad reputation, it's been called dirty, slutty, and cheap." I keep my voice steady and do not break eye contact with Hoseok, and I can tell he's paying attention to me only.

"But, lap dancing is just a part of the art of seduction in physical form," I say as I strut behind Hoseok's chair, "It's simply just teasing your partner until they can't stand it anymore," I run my finger through Hobi's brown hair, scratching lightly, and then yanking it, pulling his heading into my chest.

I continue on with the demonstration, "You have to make it so hard for your partner that they just melt in your hands from how enthralling, gorgeous, and unresistable you truly are." I lean into his shoulder, breathing against his skin, placing my hand on his shoulder, trailing it down his chest, to his stomach, but before I could reach the crotch of his pants, he grabs my wrist in a vice-like grip.

He swallows, "No, don't."

I straight back up, and stand to his left, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. The number one rule of lap dancing is that the person in the chair cannot touch the dancer unless the choreo calls for it."

"Sorry,"

"It's fine, It's actually a good example, remember ladies that testing your partner's limits is an important part of this, but disrespecting boundaries is not, and gentlemen, remember that your self-control has to be impeccable."

"Okay, now that our little demonstration is over, we can practice the choreo with our partners, everybody please give a warm round of applause to Hoseok,"

They give him a few claps and cheer, and Hoseok gets up and returns back to his original seat.

I play the song, under the influence by Chris Brown, and count everybody in. Once they get a few 8-counts ahead, I head towards Hoseok.

"Hey, are you good over here?"

"Yeah, I think so? I just...wow!"

"Wow?"

"I didn't...you just...I-"

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