hi!!! i love ur &team fics i think you write the members so well😭😭!! could i pls request a k oneshot (preferably on the longer side but wtv you are okay with doing!!) inspired by the song daylight or mastermind by taylor swift? maybe idol au too idrm? but complete creative reign to you!!! thank u smmmmm
Hello dear <3 Ngl writing this was a challenge and I loved every second of it. And thank you for the compliment!!!
The songs screamed to me to write this, but it's not really long, sorry...
Anyways, I hope you enjoy <3
I've been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night, and now I see daylight, I only see daylight.
It was all my design, 'cause I'm a mastermind.
Gender: female Warnings: i guess none
You kind of stumble around while you try to catch your breath. How the heck does the coreographer create those insanely difficult coreographies is beyond you. You can barely breath after a whole hour of dancing.
You've been trying to get this coreo right for the last week, but the problem is you don't seem to be making improvements.
You wipe your forehead with the sleeve of your long t-shirt and try to stand up properly. Thanking the teacher and greeting the other girls, you take back the sweather you discarded earlier and get out. Finally it's done.
It has been a really long and tiring day, but now you deserve your beloved coffee.
Are you going to sleep? Probably you'll not even try now since you need to go back and practice at least a little more. The next monthly evaluation is incredibly close, even if the last one feels like it was just yesterday. Therefore, the coffee is a good choice.
While you walk to the coffee shop, you try to keep yourself warm in your sweather. The weather's so cold during the night, but nights in Seoul are just something else. You've been here for a while now and the night never stops mesmerizing you for how pretty the streets are and how you feel loved: you, who's never been really loved by anyone before. You love practicing in the night, when the whole city is asleep and there's only you against the world, when you can take your time and fix every little detail with patience and love, taking care of yourself. A good coffee is all you need to keep going.
Coffee secured and ready to be drunk, you thank the guy at the register and take the wallet back.
Why doesn't this bag open? You curse in a low voice.
Your mum was right when she told you to get a bag that had a zip instead of such a complex type of lock, but when you got to the shop, this bag was definitely the prettiest.
While you fight with your bag, you are pushed sideways by a group of guys who are probably here to get a midnight ice-cream. You think for a monent to insult them or something, but in the end, you just side-eye the one who pushed you and keep trying to open your bag.
You end up on the floor, you don't even know how, but you probably bumped into someone and now your coffee is splashed everywhere, in particular on yourself. And the point is you can not even say anything because it's all your fault for not looking around.
"My shirt..." you look up and that's when you start to freak out. In front of you there's K.
He's one of the most popular guys in the whole company, and he was so popular even back in his trainee days, with the girls fangirling over him and desperatly trying to let him know how interested they were, even if it is not exactly allowed by your company. It's common for him to find a couple of sweets with handwritten letters here and there - he's even recieved one right in front of you just a couple of days ago.
But he's also really popular among guys for his perfect body and amazing personality. He's respectful towards superiors and teachers and even towards the other students and, when he works in a group, he leads well: just the perfect hyung.
You two had met before in random situations: once in the lobby of the company and you just bowed to each other and talked a bit - in a really, really embarassing small talk - once in a formal meeting and once in a training room. But you basically don't know him personally, except for all the voices about him.
Still, here he is, stunning and perfect as always and offering you a hand to lift you up the ground. And he's smiling to you, as if his shirt is not as stained as yours is - and it's all your fault. You can't even look at him in his eyes, but you remember from your previous encounters the warm color they have.
You accept the hand he is offering and you find it to be soft and gentle when holding yours; even his other hand that only slightly touches your side to help you regain your balance is delicate.
"I'm sorry for the coffee..." you try to tell him.
"Don't be, it's okay. I needed to wash it anyways after practice". And he laughs a bit. You smile in return, thankful for the fact he's not making it weight on you.
You'd like to slap yourself but you avoid doing so only because it would make the whole situation even worse. You opt to say the truth.
"Yes... you're kinda famous at the agency".
He laughs. You look at him in the eyes for the very first time since you spilled the coffee. You're probably red on your cheeks, since you feel them so warm. But he's just stunning while he laughs and thanks you for the judgement.
"Do you have time? We could take a coffee so you replace the one you dropped".
"Actually, I was thinking about practicing a little more" you tell him, feeling sorry to decline an invitation that would be every girl's (and boy's) dream.
"Oh, got it. The monthly evaluation is in just a week. You're a tough one. - he laughs - You must be the best trainee there".
And you feel a bit ashamed to confess that actually, you're one of the worst in your group. The teachers even told you that if you don't start improving faster, you could even never make it.
"And what's worst is that my weakness is dance. I can never get movements right and they are weak and I don't look catching while dancing".
"Ehy, I can definitely help you with that!"
"Oh no, I'm really terrible, I don't want to bother you".
"No, really, I'd love to help you. Dance is my specialty". He has an amused look in his eyes while he smirks to you and brushes his hair back with his hand.
Along with everything else, you think.
And just like that, the god of dance sent you an angel of dance to help your uncoordinated ass to debut.
And you agree to him helping you, pulling out all the courage you have inside to say yes and not to die there and then.
So, after ordering two more cups of coffee, he follows you back to the agency, trying to keep a low profile on the streets.
Once you get there, you both get changed, discarding the stained shirts and you show him the series of steps that you have to master for basically the next week.
He sits on the floor in a relaxed position, looking at you - in particular, focused on your body - with full attention.
"What's your action plan?"
"Yea, the strategy to master all of that in the short time you have".
"Y/n, if you fail to plan, you plan to fail. You need an action plan".
K stands up and, for just a split second , you think he's going to open the door, get out, and never come back again, but he actually just grabs a pen and some paper and come back to where you're sitting.
"Let's say we have five hours. You can practice the first chorus for the first hour. It's the most physically demanding part, and it probably weights the most during the evaluation, so we should definitely work on that first. And then we can focus on expression and..."
He keeps using "we": we should practice, we have time... You feel a bit warm in your chest to see how he takes helping you improve by the heart. He could be sleeping right now or practicing his own coreography for the comeback or anything, but he's here helping you. You can't fail.
You've already been practicing for two hours and yes, the breaks are almost nonexistent, but till now he has kept it funny and light, with nice talking in between the practices and a lot of words of support.
The problem is this small sequence that he had to show you twice and then explain really slow and still you can't get it right.
He stands up and comes behind you.
You feel a rush of heat to your cheeks as soon as he comes closer.
"The leg should be bent like this, - he holds your knee and moves it a little downwards, causing shivers to start from your knee and reach your whole body - and your hand should reach your knee fastly this way". He grabs your hand and his touch is still as soft and gentle as earlier while he brings your hand to your knee, showing you the right timing.
"Why are you shivering, are you cold?"
You feel heat come up to your cheeks and you start mumbling some absolutely random words: "No, no, just a little tired..."
You look at the mirror to check the position he led uou into, but all you notice is your red face: you're blushing like crazy and that makes you even more embarassed. In the mirror, you meet K's eyes. A shiver runs up your spine again while you just can't move your eyes away from his face, so incredibly close to yours. His black hair partially covers his eyes and the hem of the tshirt leaves his neck exposed. He's just that attractive.
You can even feel his breath on your cheek when he speaks again: "Repeat this part again."
The music comes to a halt and you keep your final position for the standard three seconds.
"YAY, Y/n that was perfect!" He jumps and in a moment he is on his feet and hugging you.
For the first second you don't know how to react and the only thing you're thinking about is how sweaty you must be after all these training hours, but then you give in and hug him too.
Now you get why everyone says he has a warm personality.
He caresses your hair and then lets you go.
When you two are distant enough, you look into his eyes and see how much he's smiling to you, his cheeks just as red as yours are.
"Y/n, how far is your dorm?"
"Actually, I'd need to take the bus..."
"No way I'm letting you take the bus this late".
"Yes but how do I get there?"
"By car, of course. Jump in".
He stops near a car that bips segnaling it's now unlocked. It's a small black car, but seems to be in really good conditions.
"How is it possible that you always knew what I need?"
"I'm wonderful, I know" and shoots you an enormous smile.
"I love night car rides. They're magical". You two have all the windows down while he runs on the higway and you look outside at the lights that alternatively flash or shut and the brushes and the few other cars that pass you by in the opposite direction. You look at K, whose eyes are fixed on the road. You can see the shine in his dark pupils.
"They are. And what makes them special is the person you're with". And he shoots you a little look. You are a little puzzled, but cannot help but smile too.
For the rest of the ride you keep talking about your lives and you're surprised that K knows you so well, as if it's not the first time you two meet and laughs it off with the same excuse you used earlier: you're famous among trainees, but you know for sure it's a lie because you definitely are not that famous. He must have made researches about you and that thought only, even without a certainty, makes you shy. And then you two fall silent, but it feels comfortable nontheless.
"We're here" K looks out of his window to check the building you live in. Then turns to you.
"Thank you so much K, I can't express how much I needed this help and support. You seemed to have exactly anything I needed and to be exactly in the perfect place".
He laughs in a way that feels somehow awkward and then clears his throath: "Actually, there's something I must tell you." He is not looking at you anymore, while your eyes are fixed on him.
"The few times we met eachother have never neen fortunate accidents. I've always known where you were and desperatly tried to meet you."
You stay silent, hoping he continues. And he does: "The first encounter, at the company, when we first met, do you remember it? That was actually the only encounter I didn't plan and the one who went the worst, considering I just couldn't speak comfortably and made the whole thing embarassing". You laugh at the dear memory. You've never thought about how cute that first time was.
"And even tonight, I knew you'd go to that coffee shop and I knew your dancing lacked and you needed help".
"So you did foresee your tshirt splashed by coffee too?"
He laughs: "No, of course no!" And his answer made you laugh too.
"But I've wanted to meet you and speak this comfortably to you for so long. I just hope it's not too creepy". That's when he looks at you.
"K, it's not. I kinda figured out at some point - you smirk, while he sends you a puzzled look - becayse you knew too many things about me. Like, come on, you'd be a terrible spy. Anyways, seeing you, one of the most popular guys of the company, an amazing idol and an incredible person embarassed and shy like this... it's cute."
Then you turn your gaze down to your hands, unsure weather to continue or not, but after a while add: "And I kinda like you too".
He's still and looking at you for a while, but then, with the side of your eye, you see him moving closer to you, one hand still on the steering wheel. When you turn to look at him, his face is incredibly close to yours.
He leaves a soft peck on the side of your lips: it could be anything in between a respectful kiss on the cheek and an attempt to kiss you on the lips, but you don't complain.
"Y/n, if you'd like, we can meet again".
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