Pirouette to Love chapter 4/?
Title: Pirouette to Love
Author: me
Rating: pg-13 (Nc-17 later...maybe)
Summary: Jaejoong one of the top gymnast is forced to take ballet lessons in order to improve his foot work.
( chapter 1 ) ( chapter 2 )( Chapter 3 )
"Jaejoong wake up, its already 2 in the afternoon, ballet starts in a half hour." Jaejoong’s mother announced shaking her son awake.
Jaejoong slowly opened his eyes; the sun seeped into his eye socks made Jaejoong flinch. He was silently praying the night before that he would be able to sleep through the ballet class but with his mother that wasn’t an option. Slowly standing up as his mother left the room, he headed towards the kitchen. Grabbing a bruised banana from the counter he quickly scared it down.
'please don’t make me do this, please anything but this let a snow storm blow through and cancel ballet (even though it was July).' Jaejoong silently prayed
It was time to face the music. Grabbing his bag with the leotard tights, and shoes in it, and Jaejoong’s car keys he walked out the door to his car. Every step he took came his legs feel like a thousand pounds. His whole body was shaking when he finally arrived at the class.
Sitting in his car for a moment so he could clear his head he spotted a few girl in pink tutu's walking in.
'Please shot me now' Jaejoong mumbled while letting his head hit the steering wheel, which caused the horn to blare out for a split second.
Jaejoong finally dug up enough courage to walk from the car to the Ballet studio.
Inside were completely wooded floors, a long mirror that stretched all the way across one wall and a long beam about 2 inches wide.
The walls were a plain white. The thing that made Jaejoong nervous though were the girls. It wasn’t as bad as Jaejoong though not all of them were five some around the age of ten but what Jaejoong noticed was he was the only boy.
'NO BOYS!!!!???HOW AM I GOING TO SURIVIVE THIS PLACE??!!' Jaejoong silently screamed out.
"Hey mister" Said a little girl no older than four that was tugging on the hem of Jaejoong’s pants "The changing room is right there. You’re going to be late for class"
Jaejoong looked at the girl. She was adorable. soft brown eyes and thin black hair pulled in a bun. Petite, and in a slender pink leotard. Jaejoong smiled softly
"Thank you little girl" Jaejoong said about to head to the dressing room
"Wait!" Yelled the little girl
turn back to the girl "Yes"
"Your pretty"
Jaejoong felt his face heat up. He quickly plastered on a smile and headed to the changing room. Jaejoong quickly but on his outfit.
'Ok breath in....and out' Jaejoong told himself. finally Jaejoong willed himself to get to class. Looking out all the little girls were lined up by the bar. Following them he took a spot at the bar. All eyes turned to him staring at him as if he was an alien from another planet.
Jaejoong could hear little whispered. 'He’s so pretty' 'is he new?' 'that’s a boy'
"OK class" A deep voice was heard that made all the whispers vanish. A man walked out. He was about five foot six inches. Black hair. hint of a mustache. Teeth with a big gap in the front that were stained yellow and brown as if he smoked and drank a lot.
'Ew' Jaejoong thought to himself. This guy looked so gross. Greased hair and a bunch of acne. Also his hair, not the hair on his head but his body hair. I looked like two bushes on his legs. Oh how Jaejoong wanted to tie him down and take a razor to his legs.
“I’m your sub for today your Ballet instructor is not feel well today." Announced the instructor "My name is Mr. Kang-Dae"
The class started with simple stretches. Since Jaejoong was a gymnast he could do all them perfectly. Next they did toe taps. This teaches you how to point your toes and rocks it. It didn’t seem to hard.
'This is such an easy class.' Jaejoong said a bit to cocky.
"Ok class lets work on balance." Mr. Kang-Dae announced
Balance was hard for Jaejoong. As he lifted one foot he immediately became wobbly. Jaejoong searched the class. All the other girls seemed as still as stones. Jaejoong suddenly lost balance falling on top of the little girl that called him pretty. Hitting the floor with a loud thud. He started to ear sniffles realizing he just made a little girl cry. Getting off of her as quick as possible. He looked at her face tears were running off her check.
"I am so sorry." Jaejoong apologized panicky. He held his hands out for the girl to take them so he could help her up.
Right when the girl was about the reach for his hands a women burst through the door. Anger clearly on her face.
"Don’t touch my daughter" She yelled on the top of her lungs.
Running over she scooped her crying daughter in her arms and demanded someone tell her what happened. After the instructor explained it was just an accident the women gave Jaejoong an evil glare before bursting out the room.
That big commotion caused class to end early. Quickly changing Jaejoong took off with out a word spoken. He has never felt so bad in his life. He made a sweet little girl cry.
'How am i going to go back tomorrow?' Jaejoong thought to himself as he drove off.
AN: PLEASE COMMENT AND THANKS FOR READING
Author: me
Rating: pg-13 (Nc-17 later...maybe)
Summary: Jaejoong one of the top gymnast is forced to take ballet lessons in order to improve his foot work.
( chapter 1 ) ( chapter 2 )( Chapter 3 )
"Jaejoong wake up, its already 2 in the afternoon, ballet starts in a half hour." Jaejoong’s mother announced shaking her son awake.
Jaejoong slowly opened his eyes; the sun seeped into his eye socks made Jaejoong flinch. He was silently praying the night before that he would be able to sleep through the ballet class but with his mother that wasn’t an option. Slowly standing up as his mother left the room, he headed towards the kitchen. Grabbing a bruised banana from the counter he quickly scared it down.
'please don’t make me do this, please anything but this let a snow storm blow through and cancel ballet (even though it was July).' Jaejoong silently prayed
It was time to face the music. Grabbing his bag with the leotard tights, and shoes in it, and Jaejoong’s car keys he walked out the door to his car. Every step he took came his legs feel like a thousand pounds. His whole body was shaking when he finally arrived at the class.
Sitting in his car for a moment so he could clear his head he spotted a few girl in pink tutu's walking in.
'Please shot me now' Jaejoong mumbled while letting his head hit the steering wheel, which caused the horn to blare out for a split second.
Jaejoong finally dug up enough courage to walk from the car to the Ballet studio.
Inside were completely wooded floors, a long mirror that stretched all the way across one wall and a long beam about 2 inches wide.
The walls were a plain white. The thing that made Jaejoong nervous though were the girls. It wasn’t as bad as Jaejoong though not all of them were five some around the age of ten but what Jaejoong noticed was he was the only boy.
'NO BOYS!!!!???HOW AM I GOING TO SURIVIVE THIS PLACE??!!' Jaejoong silently screamed out.
"Hey mister" Said a little girl no older than four that was tugging on the hem of Jaejoong’s pants "The changing room is right there. You’re going to be late for class"
Jaejoong looked at the girl. She was adorable. soft brown eyes and thin black hair pulled in a bun. Petite, and in a slender pink leotard. Jaejoong smiled softly
"Thank you little girl" Jaejoong said about to head to the dressing room
"Wait!" Yelled the little girl
turn back to the girl "Yes"
"Your pretty"
Jaejoong felt his face heat up. He quickly plastered on a smile and headed to the changing room. Jaejoong quickly but on his outfit.
'Ok breath in....and out' Jaejoong told himself. finally Jaejoong willed himself to get to class. Looking out all the little girls were lined up by the bar. Following them he took a spot at the bar. All eyes turned to him staring at him as if he was an alien from another planet.
Jaejoong could hear little whispered. 'He’s so pretty' 'is he new?' 'that’s a boy'
"OK class" A deep voice was heard that made all the whispers vanish. A man walked out. He was about five foot six inches. Black hair. hint of a mustache. Teeth with a big gap in the front that were stained yellow and brown as if he smoked and drank a lot.
'Ew' Jaejoong thought to himself. This guy looked so gross. Greased hair and a bunch of acne. Also his hair, not the hair on his head but his body hair. I looked like two bushes on his legs. Oh how Jaejoong wanted to tie him down and take a razor to his legs.
“I’m your sub for today your Ballet instructor is not feel well today." Announced the instructor "My name is Mr. Kang-Dae"
The class started with simple stretches. Since Jaejoong was a gymnast he could do all them perfectly. Next they did toe taps. This teaches you how to point your toes and rocks it. It didn’t seem to hard.
'This is such an easy class.' Jaejoong said a bit to cocky.
"Ok class lets work on balance." Mr. Kang-Dae announced
Balance was hard for Jaejoong. As he lifted one foot he immediately became wobbly. Jaejoong searched the class. All the other girls seemed as still as stones. Jaejoong suddenly lost balance falling on top of the little girl that called him pretty. Hitting the floor with a loud thud. He started to ear sniffles realizing he just made a little girl cry. Getting off of her as quick as possible. He looked at her face tears were running off her check.
"I am so sorry." Jaejoong apologized panicky. He held his hands out for the girl to take them so he could help her up.
Right when the girl was about the reach for his hands a women burst through the door. Anger clearly on her face.
"Don’t touch my daughter" She yelled on the top of her lungs.
Running over she scooped her crying daughter in her arms and demanded someone tell her what happened. After the instructor explained it was just an accident the women gave Jaejoong an evil glare before bursting out the room.
That big commotion caused class to end early. Quickly changing Jaejoong took off with out a word spoken. He has never felt so bad in his life. He made a sweet little girl cry.
'How am i going to go back tomorrow?' Jaejoong thought to himself as he drove off.
AN: PLEASE COMMENT AND THANKS FOR READING