Everglow Aisha x fem!reader
words: ~1.8k
genre: fluff, Idol AU
warnings: suggestive
moved from @sxcret-garden
Desc.: You’re a trainee at Everglow’s company, and you used to train with them, but in the end you didn’t get picked to debut with them, so you’re still stuck as a trainee. Meanwhile your girlfriend Yoorim never left you behind and she’s still cheering for you to make your debut too one day.
You look yourself in the huge mirror in front of you, your tied up hair having gotten a bit messy and your chest rising and sinking. There’s a layer of sweat covering you from practicing for hours. Behind you, there’s a second trainee packing her things and drinking the last gulp of water out of her bottle.
“Then I’ll be off!” she announces. “You should come home soon too. It’s past 2 a.m.!” You send her off and nod, though you’re planning on staying here for at least another hour, and when the door closes behind the younger girl, you’re finally alone. You too make your way to your bag to wipe your face with a towel, and then you walk over to the stereo to turn the music back on. You return to the middle of the room and keep dancing, paying attention to every single little detail as your body goes through a dance routine you’ve done countless of times over the years. You don’t notice someone opening the door and coming inside until the song ends and you hear a lone person cheering for you.
“Y/N, you’re doing great!” she shouts from across the room before approaching you.
“Aisha,” you call out to her, “what are you doing here this late at night?” She would’ve answered your question right away, if she didn’t become extremely flustered by the way you just called her.
“Why are you using my stage name? That’s weird between us…” she states, almost mumbling, and you have to smile at her reaction. Then she holds out the two plastic cups in her hand that, judging from the logo printed on them, she got from the nearby coffee shop. “Which one do you want?” They’re both sweet drinks with lots of ice, and you point at the one with a pink-ish color.
“Grapefruit?” you guess and Yoorim nods. “Then I’ll take the other one.” Knowing it’s a flavor she likes, you choose the other drink.
She makes you take a little break and you both sit down in the middle of the room. She isn’t supposed to be here, as this practice room has been designated for the trainees only, but if it’s this late at night nobody will mind the two of you being here together. You two used to train together and eventually you watched her make her debut, while you didn’t get chosen for the new girlgroup. Now ever since then you’ve been stuck here, continuing your journey as a trainee. Some would say you’re lucky that the company even took you in and kept you until now, but your frustration levels are rising, the longer your future stays uncertain.
“Wanna try this?” Yoorim tears you out of your thoughts, holding out her drink. “You’d like it too,” she adds. You take a sip from the pink liquid and feel the sweetness spread in your mouth. It makes you smile, so you nod to show your appreciation for the taste.
“It’s good,” you say.
“Right?” she responds. You let her try your own drink as well, before putting it on the ground next to you and getting up. The other girl questions, “You’re not gonna keep practicing, are you?” You reply with a stern look.
“I need to,” you say. “Or I’m never gonna make my debut.” Yoorim sighs and frowns at your words. She gets up and stands behind you, putting her hands on your shoulders.
“I know it’s hard on you…” she starts talking, but hesitates.
“So?” you utter. You’re prepared for her making up an excuse on why you weren’t able to debut yet, and just the thought of it turns your mood sour. You’re done with making up excuses. All you have left now is to work as hard as possible. But to your surprise she says something else.
“There’s a rumor that the company wants to cut down on trainees soon… I heard they want to sell some of you to other companies,” she speaks the uncomfortable truth, but if you think about it, that might not be such a bad thing after all.
“Well… maybe I’ll be able to go to a company that’s willing to let someone like me debut,” you say. “Because I’m sick of this…” It’s not that you dislike being a trainee. You remember well the first time you entered the company and how everything was so new and exciting to you. You didn’t mind the strict rules or the competition, because your motivation always gave you a big advantage. It would give you the strength to stay up well into the night to practice, and it gave you the optimism you needed to avoid thinking about the what if’s. Failure was never an option, and so you were always among the highest ranking trainees during the monthly evaluation, but somehow in the end you did fail to debut.
However, there’s another reason why you could always pull through no matter what. The first time you saw Yoorim was during one of your first evaluations. When you watched the other girls walking into the room you saw that she was among the tallest, but that’s not the only thing you noticed her for. Her stunning beauty left you speechless, and the fierce look in her eyes when she performed a small dance to showcase her skills fascinated you. Just like her shyness when you first talked to her after that. She became someone you looked up to, someone you wanted to be a bit more like and also someone you wanted to surpass, before you noticed another kind of feeling that grew everytime you saw her. And before you noticed time passed in the blink of an eye, she debuted, but never left you behind. She came to see you during your extra hours of practice many many times before, just like she did now.
“Don’t say that,” she answers. You feel her warm breath in your neck as she speaks.
“What if… in the end nobody wants me?” you finally put the doubts that have been circling in your mind for weeks now into words. You feel safe to tell her, and finally you have the courage to admit to yourself that maybe this time you could fail. “What if I’m not good enough? Or not pretty enough? What if I don’t dance or sing well enough, or if I never end up having good chemistry with a group of other girls?”
“Y/N,” she calls out your name and takes a step to the side. You feel her placing her index finger under your chin, tearing your gaze away from the mirror and turning your head so you face her. “You’re good at what you do. I say that because it’s true. I know that one day you too will be able to debut and stand on the same stage as me. I don’t know when that is, but it will happen.” You almost lose yourself in her serious but kind expression. Something about her words makes you think how reliable she seems. And when her gaze drops to your lips, you shut your eyes and you feel her kiss you.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” you whisper after you two part. “What if someone comes in…?”
“It’s past 2 in the morning, Y/N. Who’s gonna catch us?” she reassures you, her voice soft, and you must agree that somebody walking in on the two of you seems highly unlikely.
“You’re right,” you breathe, before letting her kiss you again. You sense the emotions deep in your heart that you feel everytime you two are together. You really don’t see each other often enough.
You turn your body towards her fully, and you put your arms around her, bringing one hand up into her hair. She’s taller than you, so you have to tilt your head up to kiss her, but it’s not a bad thing. You quite like your height difference. It makes you feel safe when she holds you.
“Are you sure you’re gonna practice more?” Yoorim asks in between kisses.
“Yeah.” You can’t say any more than that, before your lips meet again. She moves her lips against yours smoothly, but you feel the hunger behind her kiss. When she releases you, she furrows her brows and you find a slight pout on her face. She brushes back a strand of hair that freed itself from your ponytail while dancing earlier.
“Don’t you wanna come with me? Spend some time with your girlfriend?” The tone in her voice isn’t the only thing that tells you how much she misses you.
“It’s the middle of the night…” you say, taking her hands into yours. You avoid looking her in the eyes while you entwine your fingers with hers. You don’t want to see the hurt you’ll cause her to feel in just a second. “You should get some sleep. I’ll stay here another hour or so.” The room is silent for a while. You know she hates this about as much as you do, but she also knows how serious you are about your practice. However, you expect her to get mad, because it wouldn’t be the first time. Instead she surprisingly keeps her composure, and she takes a deep breath before leaning in and placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Then let’s practice together,” she offers and you raise your eyebrows.
“Really?” you ask and you watch her nod.
“We haven’t danced together properly in a while, so… let’s have a little dance battle, what do you say?” You find a certain fighting spirit in her eyes, like a flame being lit up, and you feel like you just fell in love with her all over again because of that expression. At the same time it makes you want to win, so you can’t stop your lips from curling up into a challenging grin.
“Then what are you waiting for? Let’s make some space!” You run over to the stereo to put on some music to dance to, while Yoorim puts away your half-finished drinks.
“I won’t go easy on you, just so you know!” she shouts at you, and you turn on one of the playlists you usually practice to. Then you return to the middle of the room where she’s waiting for you, already warming up a bit.
“I’m not expecting you to,” you say when you stand right in front of her, and you get on tiptoes to place a kiss on her lips. “Winner buys the other dinner?” you suggest. Yoorim returns your kiss, and she makes you feel the burning passion from her own unwillingness to lose to you.
“I know something better,” she whispers, putting her hands on your shoulders and letting her fingers dance down your skin. “If you win, I owe you dinner.” You find another spark in her eyes, before she starts dancing for you. “And if I win, you’re coming over to my place.”
