What I’ve Been Looking For
Idol: Taeyeon (snsd/girls’ generation / soloist)
Prompt: “So this is your real stage.” “Or a smelly practice room.”
Awkwardly, you laughed, unsure how to respond. Taeyeon pressed her lips into a fine line before glancing around the room. Emotionless, she gestured to the seat in front of you.
You dove into the chair, and you spotted the amusement in her eyes. Sitting, you awkwardly folded your hands on the table. The contrast between the two of you had never been more apparent, and it felt like all eyes were on you.
“You look different,” you commented, voice barely audible in the crowded area.
The last memory you had of the girl was in the dimly lit lounge. She had worn a pair of jeans and a hoodie, making her blend perfectly into the crowd. Now, she was sporting a Balenciaga top, and the bag on the table cost more than your paycheck.
Different was an understatement.
She ran a hand through her hair, a small smirk playing on her lips. “In a good way or a bad way?” When your cheeks turned a shade darker, she chuckled.
“What are you doing here?” You asked. “Are you waiting for someone?”
Amusement glazed over her features. “Finish eating. I’ll take you on a tour.” Taeyeon grinned at you, before leaning back into her chair.
You gave her a skeptical look, but she merely gestured to your meal. Nervously, you followed her orders. When you finished, Taeyeon hopped to her feet.
As you walked through the company halls, you couldn’t help but notice how a path was made for Taeyeon. As other employees passed, they would smile and bow. You knew that the company was friendly, yet this just seemed a little much.
But when you stepped out of the elevator and into the training floor, that’s when it clicked. “Annyeonhaseyo.” The crowd of younger trainees shouted with all their might, forming a perfect 90-degree bow.
“Soshi,” you gasped. “You’re her.”
She chuckled, steering you into the nearest conference room. “I’m just Taeyeon.” As the door closed, you continued to gawk at her.
“Stop staring,” she chastised, gently pushing your shoulder. “You’re making me nervous.”
Taeyeon’s words were enough to bring you back to your senses, causing an awkward smile to fall on your lips. At your reaction, she giggled. Before you could verbally respond, the door swung open.
She jumped to her feet, and you naturally followed suit. “Taeyeon, I see you brought a friend.” At his words, you immediately extended a hand.
“Hello CEO-nim,” you greeted. “I just transferred to the marketing team. It’s nice to meet you, sir.”
He gave you a small head nod, and you took it as your cue to leave. You retreated from the room after giving another bow, gently closing the door behind you. Less than seconds later, you felt your phone buzz.
Do you know where the main practice room is?
Eyes wide, you peered through the windows, back into the conference room. As if sensing your gaze, she glanced over at you, a small smile on her lips. Anticipation flashed through her eyes, but she looked away, and you typed out your response.
Eagerly, you waited for her to reply. The notification flashed across Taeyeon’s screen, and it caught the CEO’s attention. Rather than answer it, she flipped the phone upside down and placed it on the chair next to her.
“Yah, new hire.” Turning towards the voice, you spotted your team manager coming down the hall. “Where have you been? Two-hour long lunch breaks are not included in your contract.”
You were guided back to your cubical, much to your dismay. Glancing over your shoulder, you attempted to sneak another look at the singer. But it was no use.
Back at your desk, you tried to focus on the words floating across your computer screen. Yet, your thoughts were occupied by a certain blonde, and you found yourself dazed out for the remainder of the work day. Just as you let out a sigh, your phone came to life.
A disappointed manager merely watched as you sprinted out of your seat, but it went unnoticed by you. It didn’t take long to find the practice room, yet you froze when you placed your hand on the doorknob. Music blared from inside, with a lone figure inside.
You thought she was hypnotizing before, but it was no match to this moment. Taeyeon swayed to the beat, each movement demanding attention. And you gave it to her.
When the song ended, you watched as her chest heaved up and down, lips parting slightly. Her eyes scanned over her ending pose in the mirror. It wasn’t long before she spotted you, and she smiled while waving you inside.
“So this is your real stage,” you commented, gingerly making your way inside.
She chuckled, wiping the sweat from her face. “Or a smelly practice room.” At her comment, you smiled and walked over to her.
“I feel like I’m intruding,” you admitted, earning you a curious head tilt. “I’m invading King Taeyeon’s space.”
In response, she rolled her eyes. Plopping herself down on the floor, she gestured for you to follow suit. You mimicked her actions, and she scooted closer. When her hip bumped against yours, she stared over at the mirror, eyes locked on you.
“I invited you, remember?”
“I’m a little confused as to why though,” you replied, smiling sheepishly.
You turned your head towards her, but Taeyeon kept her eyes straight. “Infatuation.” After her one-word answer, she met your gaze.
Something about her stare made your breath hitch, and you couldn’t find the words to respond. Taeyeon ran her eyes across your face, head tilting to the side. The simple gesture made your heart pound even harder, and you watched as satisfaction seemed to slide across her features.
Abruptly, Taeyeon stood. You stared back at her, head tilted all the way up. With a smile, she extended her hand.
“Let’s go have some fun.”
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