⭐️ — mvp with a capital P.
@jungwoork
meiqi has had herself locked up in a private practice room, watching herself dance in the mirrors for hours on end. no matter how hard she tries, she can’t seem to decide on what works best with her allotted time to do her solo freestyle. it’s tiring, and after chugging her third bottle of water, meiqi decides to take a quick bathroom break.
it ends up being the opposite of quick.
"mvp kim jungwoo~" meiqi drags out the last syllable of the name in an overly sweet voice, upon spotting the back of his figure in the hallway. seeing the male trainee has completely distracted her to the point where she's already forgotten her dire need to use the washroom.
she skips down the hall to catch up with jungwoo, jumping to throw an arm casually around his neck and pulling the taller trainee down to her height. "how's our golden boy doing? still shining like a star?" meiqi giggles, her fingers toying with the colourful material covering his shirt. "by the way, have you choreographed your little solo? can i see it? i kind of need some more ideas for my own dance."