pov: “baby, teach me how to dance,” you begged jungwon which made him chuckle. he looked up from his phone before leaning back against the couch. “you?” you immediately frowned. “what’s that supposed to mean?” jungwon laughed. “nothing.” “you’re being rude.” you raised your eyebrow. “i’m being realistic.” you gasped dramatically while jungwon continued laughing. the truth was, jungwon had been dancing for years. whether it was competitions, performances, or simply practicing for fun, dancing came naturally to him. you, unfortunately, were the exact opposite. your coordination disappeared the moment music started playing. which was exactly why jungwon looked so amused right now. still, he eventually stood up. “fine.” your eyes immediately lit up. “really?” “don’t get excited.” too late. you were already excited. which lasted exactly three minutes. because apparently dancing was hard. very hard. “left.” you moved right. “no.” you immediately switched. then stepped on his foot hard. jungwon closed his eyes slowly. patiently. as though reminding himself your his baby. “i’m sorry.” “i know.” “did that hurt?” “a little.” you laughed. jungwon looked offended. then the lesson continued. unfortunately, things didn’t improve much. every time he taught you a step, you somehow created an entirely different move. every time he demonstrated something, you managed to confuse yourself. eventually, jungwon placed both hands on his hips then sighed deeply. “how are you this bad?” you immediately pointed at him. “teacher issue.” he looked genuinely offended. “absolutely not.” ”it is.” “it’s not.” “it is.” “it’s you.” you laughed. jungwon shook his head before walking over. then suddenly grabbed your hands. your laughter immediately disappeared. because now he was standing way too close. “pay attention.” you blinked. “okay.” “stop looking everywhere.” “okay.” “focus.” “okay.” jungwon narrowed his eyes. “you aren’t listening.” “i’m listening.” “you smiled.” “i always smile.” “no, you don’t.” you laughed again. which somehow made him smile too. eventually, the two of you started improving. well—mostly you. kind of. at least you stopped stepping on his feet. which jungwon considered progress. the lessons became a regular thing after that. sometimes you’d practice in his apartment. sometimes in yours. sometimes in the living room while music played in the background. and somehow those became your favorite moments. because dancing with jungwon never felt like practice. it felt like spending time together. which was probably why you kept asking for more lessons even after learning the basics. one evening, the two of you were practicing a slower routine. something simpler and softer. the room was quiet except for the music. jungwon’s hand rested on your waist while your hand sat on his shoulder. you tried focusing. you really did. unfortunately—jungwon looked unfairly handsome today. which was distracting. “you’re staring.” you immediately looked away. “i’m not.“ you lied “you are, babe.” “i’m learning.” you chuckled. “yoi forgot the entire routine.” you paused. because unfortunately—he was right. jungwon laughed. then gently fixed a strand of hair behind your ear. the action was so casual. so natural. yet somehow your heart reacted like it had never seen him before. “let’s try again.” you nodded. the music started once more. this time you followed properly. one step. then another. then another. until suddenly—you got it right. completely right. jungwon blinked in surprised, then smiled. a real smile and the proud kind. somehow that felt better than actually learning the dance. “see?” you immediately pointed at him. “i told you i could do it.” “after two weeks.” “details.” jungwon laughed, then pulled you a little closer. “you did good.” your heart immediately softened. because compliments from jungwon were rare. for a moment neither of you moved. the music continued playing softly. the lights felt warmer. everything felt quieter somehow. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #jungwon #jungwonenhypen #fyp - @jayaein_