Your whole life you felt like you didn’t fit anywhere. You were adopted into a chaebol family when you were twelve. they groomed you, trained you and gave you a great education. You were grateful but you weren’t happy. They’d neglected you baser needs love, attention and understanding. It was by pure coincidence that you bumped into Tres every time you dined at your favorite restaurants. The two of you became lunch buddies and met regularly.
During one your lunch dates Tres invited you to come by the studio. You were wary about it but eventually took advantage of the offer. You’d been coming by the studio regularly watching them practice in the morning and going to lunch with Tres during their break. Everyone apart of Woo Fam welcomed you warmly well everyone except Youngwoo. For the first time in almost forever you felt like you fit.
You breezed into the Woo Fam studio with a smile on your face. Today was the day you’d get your lesson. After watching Woo Fam practice for over a month you wanted to try it at least once. Pushing open the door from the reception area to the actual studio you didn’t hear the usual laughter. Glancing around you didn’t see member coats and bags. There was no sign that anyone was there until you heard the click of a phone.
Youngwoo was standing in front of the sound system his back facing you. Dumping your belongings in a corner you approached him. “Youngwoo what gives?” You asked.
“Don’t worry you’ll still get your lesson.” He spoke with his back still facing you. He was intentionally letting you know that you weren’t worth his time or attention. “I know that” you clipped out “I just wanted to know where everyone was at.”
Youngwoo picked up on your clipped tone and set his phone on the sound system. He turned you quietly assessing you. He was so used to seeing you in jeans and loose t shirts that your curves took him by surprise. Surprise gave way to attraction as he continued to openly stare at you. He admired the way your sports bra cupped your breast wishing his hands could do the same. His eyes traveled to your stomach and was again surprised to see you had a belly ring. He didn’t peg you as a girl who would have piercings.
He raised an eyebrow “nice piercing.” You knowingly smirked “really?” You questioned. Youngwoo nodded his head “when’d you get it?”
“A few years back.” you replied. Youngwoo studied you more intently now in the month that you’d been showing up at the studio he filed you away as some uppity chick wanting to slum it for a while. Maybe he judged you too soon.
“So where’s the Woo Fam? you asked again. You didn’t like that the conversation was veering into your personal life. Especially with Youngwoo. You knew what he thought of you and your presence in his studio. You didn’t feel the need to correct someone who judged you before you even opened your mouth to say hi.
“They have the day off” he gazed at you in a way that let you know he knew you purposely changed the topic.
“Oh well” you said with a smile “I guess you’ll be the only one to see me make a complete fool of myself. On a laugh you turned your back to him and walked towards the opposite wall that was covered in mirrors.
He studied the way you hips swayed while enjoying the view of your ass. he was baffled by the tattoo that covered your lower back. A lotus he mused.
“Why a lotus?” You could hear the curiosity in his voice. You smiled inwardly before looking over your shoulder at him. “To remind myself that beautiful thing grow out of mud.”
Yeah, he definitely been wrong about you Youngwoo decided.
While you stretched out in front of the mirrors Youngwoo returned to his phone to pick a song.
“You do yoga right?” Youngwoo asked remebering something Tres had told him. “Yeah, twice a week. Why?”
“We won’t have to start with balance.” He tried to study your body professionally this time but failed. He couldn’t stop wondering if you skin was a smooth as it looked or how soft you’d feel under him. Would your body mold to his if he held you?
“We’ll work on your isolations” he decided quickly trying to shrug off the impulse to run his hands through your hair.
You rotated your head and shoulders perfectly but you couldn’t rotate your chest without rotating moving your your shoulders or stomach. As if sensing your frustrations Youngwoo stepped behind you. He placed one hand on stomach and the other between your bodies against your back. “Try now.” He whispered in your ear.
Shivers crept up your spine. Your ass was pressed against his dick. His fingers were splayed across your stomach. You took a deep breath in a attempt to concentrate when what you really wanting to do was melt into him. You could so easily get lost in the mutual desire you shared. Instead you took another deep breath and tried the move again.
You’ve been meeting with Youngwoo twice a week for over a month. It wasn’t something the two of you talked about. It was kind of just silently agreed upon. Every lesson was felt like tempting fate. It’s was dangling meat in front of a tiger eventually the tiger was going to jump you. In it’s own ways that was pretty hot.
You breezed into the studio as you did every Saturday for the last month. Today you came bearing food. You heard female laughter as you pushed the door open with your hip.
“I can’t believe you agreed to help that little twit Woo.”
You stopped in place they obviously hadn’t heard you come in. Arie and Youngwoo were leaned against the speakers. They looked extremely close, too close and you didn’t like it.
“She’s not what I thought she’d be.” he retorted.
“Please” Arie rolled her eyes. “She’s just a little rich bitch slumming it.” Youngwoo winced at Aries’ hasrh words. He couldn’t evn chaste her because he once held you in the same light. Arie would just have to meet you to understand that the description didn’t fit you. Over the last month he’d spent hours with you alone. Talking to you, touching you just being in your presence had gave him something he didn’t think he’d have. Peace.
What started out as a favor to Tres had become personal. Youngwoo constantly fought with himself on weather or not to make a pass at you. He didn’t want to ruin the still fragile friendship he had with you.
You cleared your throat finally announcing you presence. Youngwoo made it clear by his silence had no intention on standing up for you.
“Did I get the day wrong?” You asked knowing you didn’t. “No” Youngwoo ran his fingers through his hair as he checked the time on his phone. “I just lost track of time.”
“Oh well” You glared at at Arie “I only brought enough for two.” You lifted the bag of food.
“I’m not hungry.” Arie replied
“Good” you smiled slyly “’cause you know us rich bitches don’t like to share.” You weren’t talking about the food.
Youngwoo had to stifle his laughter with his hand. You smirked at him before removing your coat.
You didn’t know what pissed you off more. Arie calling you a rich bitch or Youngwoo not coming to your defense. The situation ate at you as you ate your bagel in silence. When you finished you tossed your trash then turned to Youngwoo. He was still talking to Arie but you really didn’t give a fuck about that.
“Mr.Kim” you said condescendingly “are you ready to start?”
Arie stayed through half of the practice before telling Youngwoo to call her later. You rolled you eyes but bit your tongue. their was never any use in arguing with people like her. She summed you up and judge you before she even got to know you. Like Youngwoo and you were kidding yourself if you thought he liked you.
“Your stiff.” Youngwoo commented massaging your shoulders. “Yeah” you stepped out of his embrace. “Maybe we should call it a day.”
“Your mad” he stated.
“Damn right” You turned to face him. You couldn’t keep biting your tongue. “You know I thought we were at least friends.” Embarrassed by your outburst you ran your fingers through your hair. “I should go.” you said it quieting before walking to get your things.
Fucking Arie. Youngwoo swore inwardly. he realized to late the effects Aries’ words had on you. “(Y/N) WAIT!” he yelled across the studio. When you didn’t heed his words he came after you.
Grabbing you by your wrist he tugged until you were facing him. “Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic? Arie’s opinion doesn’t matter.
“What I think” you pointed your finger in his face. “Is that a man I kinda liked was letting some girl he’s fucking talk about me.”
“You kinda like me?” He asked drawing you closer to him.
“That’s really besides the point Youngwoo.”
“But you do kinda like me?” he asked again. When you didn’t answer he pulled you to him.
“I kinda like you too” He kissed you. He let go of your wrist wrapping his arms around your waist. You tilted your head deepening the kiss. he slid his tongue past your lips and tasted you. Moaning against his mouth you entwined your fingers in his hair. Molding yourself to him he nipped your bottom lips. Breaking the kiss Youngwoo rested his for head against your.
“Damn that shit was hot.” While untangling your fingers from his hair he nuzzled your neck. “I waited a long time to do that.”
“Not what?” you asked him.
“Now you become my girl.” He slapped your ass playfully.
“Just like that.”
“Just like that baby.” His words came out muffled because they were already back on yours.
