your parents signed you up for private dance lessons, with one of the most popular dance teachers in your city. they said you need to spend your time doing something productive, and since you struggle doing teamwork, private lessons work best for you. plus, the mentor was your age. which made your parents think you'll be more comfortable. he was a weird person, and seriously, he was already so popular but he just graduated

you weren't the best at dancing, or following someone's explanations, so you pretty much struggled with everything. and you weren't the best at communicating either, so almost all your dance lessons passed by without any of you saying a word

today, you were trying to do a harder dance, since minho thought you were ready, but you kept messing it up. he was starting to get frustrated, as he sat by the mirrors, watching you make mistake after mistake "you're hopeless" he said as he stood up, walking behind you, and placing a hand on your waist, guiding your movements. the other hand went down your leg, showing you where to step "see? you have to go to the left first, then the right. not the opposite. understood?" his voice was strict, but he was still gentle as he helped you do the dance properly