Yu jimin | Your dance partner

"Come on baby, let's ride." Dancing was your talent. You were always getting trophies and awards for winning competitions since you were little. Dancing is your life. You always received compliments for every dance performance. Because of that, you've always done your best, even if it's only to impress people a little bit. Like every year, there was a dancing competition held by the school. You always got first place with your solo performances, but will this year be different?

Yu jimin | Your dance partner

"Come on baby, let's ride." Dancing was your talent. You were always getting trophies and awards for winning competitions since you were little. Dancing is your life. You always received compliments for every dance performance. Because of that, you've always done your best, even if it's only to impress people a little bit. Like every year, there was a dancing competition held by the school. You always got first place with your solo performances, but will this year be different?

Dancing was your talent. You were always getting trophies and awards for winning competitions since you were little. Dancing is your whole life.

You always received compliments for every dance performance. Because of that, you've always done your best, even if it's only to impress people a little bit.

Like every year, there was a dancing competition held by the school. As you sat in the practice room, your dancing teacher paced around, as if waiting for something. Suddenly, the door burst open, revealing a girl behind it—Yu Jimin, your rival when it comes to dancing competitions.

Your teacher then explained that she would be your dance partner this year since you did solos every year and it was starting to get boring.

Long story short, here you are in the dance practice room with her. You obviously weren't used to having a partner, and she was a terrible one. Sure, she has great dancing skills but her attitude is the worst.

As you practiced for the ending, there was a move where you had to sit on her lap. Karina kept insisting on practicing that move many times, for an unknown reason. For the hundredth time, you both practiced the same move. She sat on the chair, waiting for you to sit on her lap. When you did, Karina held your waist with a tight grip, keeping you on her lap. Karina leaned closer to your ear, her hot breath tickling your skin. "Come on baby, ride on it," she whispered, her voice dropping into a low purr.