TANDU (1/1)

“Faster! Stomachs in! Feel the music Inna you’re behind! ” Sweat dripped down you back. Your muscles shook with the effort. “And one two! _____ What are you doing? Your arms are weak!” You grimaced and fixed your arms, yep, this was ballet alright. “Good job class, I’ll see you all tomorrow!” You collapsed to the floor breathing heavily. Catching your breath, you sat up, noticing Jongin standing at the barre brushing his leg from first into some of the worst degages, rond de jambes, and tandus you had ever seen. “Well,” You thought, “You have to give it to the kid for trying. But his form needs to be fixed. It’s horrendous, almost embarrassing.”  Walking over to Jongin you knelt down and straightened out his knee. Ignoring your thundering heart, you said, “Keep the knee straight.”  Jongin nodded. You hadn’t noticed, but a blush had begun to creep across his cheeks. Gaining confidence from your annoyance (Was that a thing? ) you exclaimed loudly, “And what are you doing with you arms? The elbows should be higher than the wrist! You look like a chicken,” Adjusting his arm you sighed. “And don’t forget to pointe your toes,” Now it was your turn to blush. Jongin had nice hands, his skin was so smooth… “What are you doing with your core!? Haven't you learned anything? The rib cage should be closed. Abdominals engaged. You should be shaking!”  What were you thinking? Jongin was your best friend! You’d never thought about him that way before? What was this sudden feeling. It was all fuzzy and …. You reached out to fix his posture. “Down, elongate your neck,” Your hands pushed down on his broad shoulders. UUUHHH pervert warning pervert warning. You snatched your hands back.  “Yeah like that, that's good, now hold it.” Patting down invisible fly aways, you looked up only to be greeted by Jongin's worried face.  “Are you okay _____ ? You look sick, and you've been acting weird.”