Dance Dance

“ok good– i thought you were mad.”

“literally what right do i have to ever be mad at her for any reason? she’s perfect.”

“I didn’t know that it’ll be this difficulty to debut. I mean i had the chance to show myself during idol project season two and gladly became a member of creed. But i’m craving for a debut under alpha i really want to be a part of a permanent group. And i know i’m asking for too much, i only can keep dreaming and work till i collapse on all my failures. Sometimes i wonder if it wouldn’t be better for me to start an acting career instand of trying to be an idol singer?”

“okay, dude, no offense, but everyone knows how hard it is to debut. sola trained for twelve years before even getting to be on idol project, let alone unity and her solo,” seokyu said, uncharacteristically serious. “you debuted. you’re one of the lucky few. even if it’s not permanent, you have a chance that very few get.”

“wait, actually?”

“yeah, but i mean....neither of us are really the type to make a big deal of things like that, so it’s no issue.”

“no, hana.”

“girl-on-girl. nice.”

“I don’t know, fans love it when I act like an annoying little brother.“

“there’s nothing like an annoying drunk little brother.”

sola was stubborn, but clearly not as stubborn as seokyu was, so her protests and attempts to continue their conversation quickly dissipated as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, leaning into him more. for someone so lean and wiry, he was strong– even if she had wanted to get away from him, she probably couldn’t have pulled away without much effort. but she didn’t want to. she’d been starved of affection ever since her solo debut, and this was her only opportunity she would get in a long time to spend time with him and she knew it. she had schedules and so did he, and it wasn’t like they had their own places– he was staying in the creed dorms, and she was getting her own apartment soon, but until unity disbanded she was stuck in a dorm too. and neither of them could drive on their own. “not by default, then, but i think even if there were others, we’d be the best. no one else would know it, but you’re so sweet and considerate,” she admitted. 

she blushed, burying her head in the curve of his shoulder to try to hide her face, half mortified and half letting her mind run away with her. as much as a closet wasn’t the best place to hook up (and she’d rather die than be caught fucking someone there), she really missed him. and the more he pulled her close, the more contact they made….well, the more she wanted that. the more she wanted him. she hated herself– before she’d met him, these kinds of thoughts had been foreign to her. if she didn’t love him so much, she’d say he corrupted her. “i’m not saying yes, but i guess i’m not saying no either,” she finally answered him with a sigh. “just…..spend time with me first, and we’ll see where it goes. i’m not making any promises.” she smacked his chest, chiding, “stop talking about yourself like that. people love you. shut up.”

“i don’t think you’re a bad dude, seokyu. at least not deep down,” she said, sighing. “however, i also know that how you act when you’re with me is different than how you act around everyone else. do you remember how we got together, seok? because i do; you kept hitting on me and annoying me over and over for years, and eventually, sure, i decided to give it a try and here we are now. but if that’s how you pursued someone you were interested in, i’d hate to see what you’d act like around someone you perhaps didn’t like,” she pointed out. she frowned– it was hard to keep a solid train of thought going when he was kissing her neck like that. “i don’t think you’re a shitty person! you can just be kind of an asshole sometimes is all.”

he really liked living at the creed dorm-- there were way less people than there had been living at the ds trainee dorms. but though there were many bonuses, there were some cons too. he was a lot farther from the company, so sungbin had to drive him everywhere. plus he was so busy now, and had way less time too see his girl. that was the part that fucked him up the most. he loved her so much, and just as they’d started becoming a real couple, the universe tore them apart. or their careers did at the very least. and don’t get him wrong-- he was grateful to be part of creed and happy she was doing so well. he just missed her. and wished he got more time with her, because the few moments every couple weeks weren’t enough. not even in accordance with all the snapchats and text messages that followed along. “okay, so even if i am, you keep your mouth shut,” he said warningly, though he couldn’t conceal his laugh. “my entire image would be ruined if anyone found out i’m actually kind of compassionate. you guard that secret with your life.”

seokyu couldn’t help but laugh, cradling her in his arms and running his hands gently through her hair. though he was more experienced in more...risque forms of intimacy, he’d found an appreciation for more innocent moments like this since they started dating. “you don’t have to decide right this second. just enjoy my company first. we’ve got a couple hours until you have to go, yeah? stay with me, and we’ll see if it goes anywhere from there,” he replied softly, in agreement with her. it was kind of funny-- she’d probably say he ruined her innocence or whatever, but he was still always chasing her. she always left him wanting more. nothing had changed in that respect. “i have fans, yeah, but i’m in no way a fan favorite. i wouldn’t even be that remarkable if i weren’t part of creed-- aka the most hyped up boy group in the past year.” he pointed out with a little shrug.

“Wish I had a super cool party guy image.”

“never too late for an image change.”

she was stubborn enough to try to keep talking through his kisses, but like she always did, sola eventually gave up, knowing that he liked making out with her far more than she liked arguing so he’d win. “no, they’re not overworking me. i’ve got plenty of time to get everything i need to get done finished. and even if they were, you would do nothing about it because i care about your career and well-being far more than i care about a few extra hours of sleep,” she scolded, eyeing him. she smiled a little as he began to list his faults, raising her eyebrow and teasing a little. “really? because i think you’re always pretty when you smile. it’s impossible for you to not smile pretty. i think we’re already the idol project power couple, though. just by default. i don’t think any other past contestants are dating each other,” she laughed.

“You really want to have sex in a closet?” she asked, though should she really be surprised? the first time they’d slept together, it had been in a studio. now that they were more comfortable with each other, he didn’t have to roll out the red carpet anymore apparently. “yeah, i guess that works fine. so long as you don’t accidentally leak the choreography before the comeback or something,” she said with a little roll of her eyes. 

“you know, i don’t like that reply,” sola said, eyes narrowing. “that implies that you bully some people. seokyu, you better not bully anyone. that’s unacceptable,” she informed him, letting go of his hand and crossing her arms. “i’m not about to date a bully.” she cocked her head to the side. “strive harder. don’t bully people and i’ll be happy as a clam.”

hey, it was her fault for carrying on. the best way to shut sola up was to try to kiss her-- or seokyu thought so anyway-- and if she wasn’t going to stop worrying and fretting and getting upset, then she was forcing his hand. while she tried to tell him off about worrying about her too much and lecturing him about her career, he hummed (pretending like he was listening and agreeing) here and there, mostly just focused on kissing her and pressing kisses all over her face and having her right there, up against him. “i care about your well-being more than anything,” he finally told her, pulling her into an especially deep kiss before she could reply. “i want to rightfully be the power couple, sola. none of that by default bullshit. i’m not about to get something good just because no one else is fighting for it-- that’s lazy and stupid.”

“yes. literally, yes. i mean, i’d want to have sex with you anywhere, but right now we happen to be in a closet. private and tucked away. so i mean, i’ll take it when i can get it,” he answered her, shrugging. “what can i say? i need my sola fix, even if the only place i can get it is in a janitor’s closet. not that i can’t do good work in here, though. doesn’t matter where we are, you know-- i know how to fill your needs. i’m a great boyfriend, after all,” he snickered. “i’m not gonna leak anything. not enough people pay attention to me for that to even be an option too,” he shrugged.

“probably. but they also didn’t have an image to keep.”

“sure they did! a super cool party guy image.”

“Seok, that’s not fair. I’m sorry you’re not the rank you wanted to be, but you don’t get to make fun of me for being tired. I have tight schedules that I never asked for, you know,” she whined a little– she knew he was just teasing her, but it was still a bit of a sore spot. It seemed like she could never complain, because she’d have someone on her ass telling her she was ungrateful.

“You don’t get to decide that for me! And what if you’re wrong– I’m the leader. I won Idol Project. All eyes are going to be on me. If I fuck up, I’ll never hear the end of it,” she told him stubbornly. “Yeah, well, neither of you understand. Knowing the choreography and being mentally prepared are two very different things.” She stopped arguing though, closing her eyes. She could complain all she wanted, but she missed him, and she was really happy to have him there with her. It was something she definitely needed.

“Fine– I’ll be mad at you for bullying my best friend. I though you were better than that,” she grumbled, squeezing back. “….No. a little indignant and exasperated, but not unhappy. Never unhappy.”

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head and shushing her, and when she protested and continued, kissing her. And again until she went quiet. “I’m teasing you, baby-- don’t worry too much, okay? If they’re overworking you too, let me know. I’ll storm the fucking building and demand you get a break or something.” He smiled at her. “My rank was my fault. I’m a cocky dumbass who doesn’t know how to smile pretty and be nice for the camera, and I know that. Do I wish that I got first place so we could be the ultimate Idol Project power couple? You better believe it. But it doesnt’ matter to me that much. You matter to me more than some number on a fucking chart.”

“Okay, so after we’re done catching up in here, I’ll help you run it then. We’ll sit, make out, maybe fuck if you want-- all relaxing de-stressing stuff. And then we’ll go to the studio. I’m a great dancer, you know. It’d be dope to get outside feedback and everything, right? Everything will be okay. Trust me,” he assured her, rubbing her back. “You’re great. You’re always great. And you’ll be great this time too.”