Personal Trainer
Dean Imagine (Fluff/Angst)
Word Count: 2505 (warning: it’s really lame)
“I heard from your ex-manager that you wanted to become a better singer, isn’t that right?” Hye Jin, my new manager asked me.
I nodded, my heart beating really fast. I’ve always had the worst vocals. Ever since I was young, I would always scream and yell and I wouldn’t take care of my vocal cords, so now that I want to become a singer, I sing...not so great.
“According to you previous manager, I heard that before him, you had two other managers that dropped you. He also told me that you might be very sensitive and emotional since you’ve been through a lot.” She said as she looked down.
I looked up at her and seeing her sad gaze made me feel like she was a good manager. Then I looked down and reminded myself that I thought that way towards Min Jae.
Min Jae was my 2nd manager. He was kind at first, until he heard my voice. He tried being nice about it, he really did. But after a couple weeks, I stressed him out too much. He was so nice, he still always told me that I could become a great singer.
I walked into the company building everyday, skipping my way into my manager’s studio smiling. I always greeted him with a happy tone, until one day, he wasn’t there.
*flashback* I was very confused. I walked around the building for half an hour and went outside looking for him. I ended up going back to his studio to find him there, his hair ruffled and his knuckles bleeding.
“Min Jae-ah, what’s wrong. Are you okay?” I reached over to him. He turned his chair towards me, “Sit,” he said.
I sat and stayed quiet. He sighed, ruffling his hair some more. He groaned and stood up, dropping his chair. He grabbed his equipment and threw it across the room. Then that’s when I smelled it, the alcohol.
He turned around and grabbed me by the shoulders, pushing me to the wall. I winced, but looked up at him, noticing that he was looking at my lips. I know I shouldn't have done it, step on his foot when he was about to kiss me, but I wanted to lose my first kiss to the person I loved.
He growled and slapped me across the face. My eyes widened as the pain started hitting me. I grabbed my cheek and rubbed it, trying to make it feel better. Of course, being the person I was, I tried being strong. I looked at him and gave him a mean look. Then, for some reason, he gave me this creepy smile that sent chills down my spine.
“So it’s all fun and games to you, huh?” I shook my head, this time actually scared about what he was about to do. He grabbed me by the hair and threw me to the ground. Well, all that violence ended after an hour and a half when my to-be at the time 3rd manager popped up and saved me. *end of flashback*
I smiled at Hye Jin and told her that I was okay now, when I really wasn’t. Everyday I get anxiety when I walk to the company, feeling the same feeling I would get with Min Jae. But I mean, she does look like a nice new manager.
“Well, I just wanted to get to know you for today. I already assigned you a personal trainer, his name is Kwon Hyuk. He’s very chill and he doesn’t get stressed out easily. I have a feeling that both of you will get along very well.” She said and smiled.
Then, we heard a knock. The door opened and a male walked in, someone who looked around 3 years older than me, meaning he would’ve been 23.
He looked at me and his eyes widened. “Is this the girl I’m training?” My eyes widened. “Yup, that’s her. I didn’t want you guys to meet this way, but yeah, this is your new personal trainer.” Then she gestured her hand towards him.
“Feel free to call me Dean.” He said and gave me this cheeky smile. He put a straight face on and studied me. He smiled and looked at Hye Jin, “She’s cuter than what I thought she would be.” He looked back at me and grabbed my cheeks, pinching them.
I was looking at him as he did so and saw his very adorable smile and smiled at myself, until I realized that he was touching my face. I backed away a few inches and looked down. From the corner of my eye, I see Hye Jin giving Dean a cut it out signal and he nodded.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” I stayed quiet but nodded and told him that it was okay in a voice that was barely audible.
*SKIP TO THE NEXT DAY*
I walked into Dean’s studio, room 130, and saw him already in there working on some stuff. He turned his chair and looked at me, smiling. “Here, sit down and do some warm ups while I try to finish this.”
*13 MINUTES LATER*
I heard a sigh and saw Dean staring at me. During those 13 minutes, all I did was warm up my vocals cords by singing songs from my high school choir. He smiled and nodded. “Again, my expectations were low due to the amount of warnings, but you were actually good. Yes, you have a unique voice, but in my opinion, I think your voice is great. Here, let’s sing a pop song and see how you do. You pick your selection of song.”
I thought about it and chose a hard one, Jimin Park’s Try.
I sang from beginning to end, cringing at myself when I had voice cracks. I would glance at Dean and see him with him eyes closed, listening tentatively. I finished and he opened his eyes. He got up from his seat and came towards me. His hand reached for me, slowly, but me being the paranoid, I jumped back and gave him a what are you doing look.
He cleared his throat and put his hand behind his ear. “You have something in your hair and it’s been bothering me since you walked in. Sorry.”
He walked back while I took out a leaf from my hair. I went and sat next to a now awkward Dean. “Dean...I’m sorry it’s just I need to get used to you first. I need to get to know you and I need to trust you” He didn’t turn around, but he nodded and said he understood.
*A MONTH AND A HALF LATER*
*Dean and I are now really close and I got really good at singing*
“Hey Dean, do you think I’m pretty?” I asked him while he was composing a song in his studio, meanwhile I was just looking at myself in the mirror he had.
“Do you not remember the first time I met you? Of course I think you’re pretty, better yet, you’re beautiful.” I glanced at him and saw that he was still staring at his computer. I felt my cheeks flush and I look away.
*3 DAYS LATER*
Today was Saturday, and today I plan on not doing anything. I sat on my couch with a bowl of cereal, only wearing a big shirt that goes down to my thighs, on top of my bra and underwear. Don’t forget the white socks :)
I grabbed my remote and turned on Netflix, browsing through the dramas they had. I decided to re-watch Descendants of the Sun since I had nothing better to do. Episode 1 came on and I was already laughing really loud while fangirling for Song Joongki. Once the episode ended, I got up and decided to make myself a very spicy ramen.
As the water was boiling, I heard my door bell ring. Who could that possibly be at 10 in the morning? I looked through the peep hole and saw Dean holding cups of ramen with him.
I opened the door and smiled while welcoming him in. He looked up and down, then turned his head sideways, his cheeks turning peach. I looked down at myself and gasped. He looked at me and shook his head, saying it was okay with him. “Well it’s not for me.” I told him with a straight face. I ended up laughing it off with him.
“Why all the ramen?” “Oh. I wanted to come over and eat some with you.” he said and smiled. I grabbed a cup and walked into the kitchen, only to step onto hot water. I shrieked and jumped back, grabbing my foot and massaging it. Dean came in and asked if something had happened. He turned and saw the water on the floor and the stove on. He turned off the stove and went back to me.
To my surprise, he carried me bridal style and took me to the couch. He was about to take my sock off when I pulled back in embarrassment. “What?” “No it’s just....I don’t like showing my feet.” “Your foot is burning, do you want it to keep burning?” My foot started pound. I shook my head and he nodded saying good choice. He went back to my kitchen and came back with some cold water in a bucket. Where the hell did he get that bucket from? I don’t know lol.
He gently grabbed my foot and took my socks off. I kinda pulled back but he held onto my ankle too strong. He dipped my foot into the bucket, and automatically, I felt a sting of pain and relief. I sighed deeply and sat back. He went into the kitchen again while I sat there wondering what he was doing. I heard stuff moving and was about to ask him what he was doing when he came back with a cup of ice. He grabbed two ices at a time and dipped them into the bucket, making my foot feel colder by the drop.
When he had finished dipping them all in the bucket, my foot was already starting to feel numb and very cold.
Dean sat down and asked me if I felt better. I laughed “I can’t feel my foot anymore but at least I can’t feel the burn anymore. He laughed his nervous shy laugh, making me not care about my foot anymore. My gaze lingered to his face. He noticed and asked if he had something on his face. I shook my head and looked away smiling.
*20 MINUTES AFTER PUTTING MY FOOT IN THE BUCKET*
By now, Dean made both of us delicious ramens, that we finished in less than 10 minutes (lol), and we were watching episode 2 of Descendants of the Sun. I didn’t mind my foot because it felt better, until I finally felt my foot getting wrinkly. Dean brought me a towel from the bathroom and took my foot out slowly. He wiped my foot clean and asked if it felt better. I nodded and told him that it feels like I hadn’t gotten a burn in the first place.
“Hey, um....I just wanted to say that I’m sorry since it was my fault. If I hadn’t come, you would have watched over the boiling water.” He said as he looked down.
I started laughing and lightly punched him on the shoulder and told him it wasn’t his fault and that if it was I would’ve beaten him up by now.
He raised his eyebrow and asked me if I was even strong enough to fight him. “Sure I can. I was in karate class when I was younger, I’ll probably beat you.” I lied.
He smiled and lunged towards me, but was too slow since I jumped down onto the floor and crawled away. I felt a hand grab my ankle from the foot that was okay and panicked. I turned to face him and saw him smiling from ear to ear. I forced a sit up and grabbed his hand, pulling him down to me. Well, that was a stupid idea.
He fell on top of me and I groaned in pain. He gasped and picked himself up, repeating the words I’m sorry. I started laughing. He smiled and lied down facing me and on his side.
“Has anyone ever told you that you look the most beautiful when laughing?” I looked at Dean, laughing even more at the joke he had just made. “But.....I’m not lying.” I looked at him and ended up getting on my side, facing him as well.
With a smiling face I told him, “Has anyone told you that you’re the most handsome man they’ve ever met?” He laughed. “Of course I have!” I gave him a glare and laughed along.
“I was really worried for you today. That’s why you shouldn't get hurt if you’re not close to me. I want to be the one to catch you when you fall. I want to be the one that gives you a shoulder to cry on. I want to be the reason you smile everyday. I want to be the person that makes you the most happiest when around. I want to be the one to always tell you to never give up, that I believe in you. I want to be--”
I cut Dean off by giving him a kiss on the lips, a peck you would say. I pulled back and smiled at him. “”Dean, it’s only been a little more than a month and a half since I’ve met you, but you’ve already accomplished all of those. You’re the reason that I’m still on my feet, working hard, trying to make my dreams come true. If it weren’t for you, I would have probably killed myself by now and--”
I was cut, this time, by Dean kissing me on the lips. This time, it wasn’t a peck, but it wasn’t a sloppy kiss either. It was a kiss that told me that he loves me. It was a kiss that made me know that I was really in love with him.
He backs away and we stare at each other, for at least 3 minutes, not bothering the awkwardness.
He broke the eye contact first and walked to the kitchen, coming back with an ice pack and a towel wrapped around it. He sat next to me on the floor again and put the ice pack on my foot. He got up AGAIN and brought 3 pillows.
He placed them below our heads and one below my foot. We ended up watching Descendants of the Sun on the floor together.
(a/n) Guys this was terrible. I kinda hurried through the ending because I promised I would post it, when I really wanted to put more cute stuff. This story was literally just her getting treated my Dean for an injury. Man, I need to improve in my writing lol. But, I mean, I hope you guys enjoyed lol. Oh, and I didn’t revise my work, so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes ^^