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Deep inside the JYP entertainment building the dimmed studio lights buzzed faintly overhead above me, casting small shadows over the shiny polished wood floor. The speakers were paused mid-track, the room eerily quiet except for the sounds of my labored breathing.
I stood in front of the floor-length mirrors, fists clenched at my sides, my hair clinging to my forehead with sweat, and my tank top damp along my spine. For the fifth time in a row, I had missed the transition in the middle of the routine.
Behind me, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, was Leeknow-my ‘coworker’ at JYP, and for the last week, my makeshift dance coach. It was well known between all the trainees that Leeknow was one of the best dancers in the building if not the best. That was the reason I sought him out in the first place. It was supposed to be simple. He’d help me clean up the choreography before my audition next month. A favor. Nothing more. But somehow, every session ended with us snapping at each other like we were in a never-ending argument we both never had the nerve to finish.
“I’m doing it exactly like you showed me,” I said, looking at his reflection in the mirror, trying and failing to hide the glare in my gaze. Leeknow pushed off the wall and walked slowly toward me, his expression unreadable. “You’re not hitting the second downbeat. Your timing is off.”
“I know that,” I snapped. “But saying it a hundred times doesn't magically fix it.”
He exhaled through his nose, sharp and impatient. “Then try something different, don't just do it wrong over and over.”I turned to face him fully now, my cheeks flushed with more than just exertion. “God, you’re such a great teacher. Really. So Motivational.” His jaw flexed. “I’m trying to help you, Y/n.”“Yeah? Well, maybe don't talk to me like I’m stupid, and I might actually hear it.”Silence stretched between us, thick and humming with tension. I could feel more heat rising under my skin–not just from dancing, but from how he was looking at me. Like I was a math problem he couldn’t solve, no matter how many times he tried, no matter how many times he changed the formula.He took another step closer. “You’re not stupid. But you’re being stubborn.”“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, voice sharp. “Did you expect me to just smile and say thank you while you pick apart every move I make?”He tilted his head, looking away and running his tongue along the inside of his cheek, sniffing softly, frustrated but clearly trying to keep his cool before his gaze flicked back to meet my own. “You asked me to help. This is me helping.”“No. This is you standing there, acting like you’re better than me because you’re already on the other side of this,” I say, waving a hand at the mirrors lining the room, the speakers, the suffocating studio.”You already made it, Leeknow. You don’t get what it’s like anymore.”His eyes flickered away for a second–just a second–but it was enough.“God, do you ever remember what it felt like?” I pressed, stepping forward towards him now, too tired to keep my frustration in check. “Being a trainee? Being exhausted all the time, constantly wondering if you’re wasting your life chasing something you’re never going to reach?”His face hardened a shadow- no, a memory passing over his eyes. “Of course I remember.”“No, you don’t,” I say, taking another step closer and shaking my head almost chest to chest with him now. “Because you’re perfect. The best dancer in your group, the golden one who made it before you were even twenty. You don’t screw up, you don’t fall apart in front of mirrors like the rest of us.”“I did-” he trails off momentarily “I do,” he says tightly. “You just don’t see it.”I scoff, “ Yeah, right.”He stepped forward again, closing the distance between us, close now. Too close. I could smell the sweat on his skin and the clean scent of whatever soap he used that made him smell so stupidly good. “You think I don’t know pressure? You think I haven’t broken down in this exact room?”His voice was low, serious, and something inside me stilled as I stared up at him as if seeing him for the first time since meeting him over a year ago in this very practice room. He wasn’t angry anymore. He was raw. Honest.“I didn’t get here because I was perfect, Y/n,” he said. “I got here because I didn’t stop, even when I wanted to.”I looked away, swallowing hard. “It’s not that easy for everyone.”“I know,” he said, “That’s why I’m pushing you. Because I know you can do this if you’d just stop getting in your own way.”His words hit something inside me that had been locked up tight–a part of me that still believed I wasn’t good enough. That maybe I never would be.“You’re not my coach,’ I whispered. “You don’t get to decide if I’m worth it.”“No,” he said, stepping closer. “But I do know you are.”I frozeHe was inches from me now, and I could feel the heat of his body, the steady rise and fall of his chest. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt. I hated him a little, in that moment. For being right. For getting under my skin. For caring when I didn't ask him to–even if I technically had asked for his help in the first place.I blinked, reality setting back in as I took a step back, my wall building itself back up again. “I’m not a pity project,” I muttered, folding my arms tightly over my chest. “You didn’t have to say yes just because you felt bad for me.”Leeknow blinked like I’d slapped him. “That’s what you think this is?”I shrugged, even though I could feel my stomach twisting. “I’m a trainee. You’re–you. You’ve already debuted. You’re famous, You’ve got people screaming your name, and I’m just some girl busting her ass in a room no one ever sees.”He stepped toward me again, his jaw tight, his voice low. ”Don’t do that, don’t downplay what this means to you just because you’re scared.”“I’m not downplaying it. This audition means everything to me.” My voice cracked. “You think I’d still be here if it didn’t?”He studied me for a second, then let out a breath and held out his hand. “Then let’s get this right.”I hesitated“Y/n,” he said, softer now. “Let me help. Really help.”This time, I didn’t pull away when he closed the space between us. He stepped behind me slowly, carefully, like he was handling glass, his large frame towering over me. His hands found my hips–firm and steady–and he angled them the way they should’ve been during the transition.“Relax,” he murmured, eyes focused down on his hands at my hips before falling to my feet. “Weight on your left foot. Shift here.”I tried. He adjusted my wrist, my elbow, his fingers grazing along my forearm, leaving goosebumps in his wake as he guided my arms into place.“Now drop your shoulder.. And roll through–no, don’t stiffen. You’re fighting me again.”I exhaled shakily, staring at our reflection in the mirror, his voice having more of an effect on me than I’d care to admit. “I’m trying.”“I know,” he says, still behind me, still holding me like I might fall. “That’s why I’m not letting you go yet.”He didn’tWe moved slowly–just the section I kept messing up–his hand lingering at my waist, adjusting, correcting, grounding me. I felt everything too much–his breath against my hair, the warmth of his chest at my back, how my pulse wouldn’t slow down when he’d rest his hands back on my hips after a correction. It made it impossible to focus, and yet for the first time, I actually felt the rhythm instead of counting it.“See?” he said, voice low, almost a whisper. “That’s it.”I swallowed hard. “Why does it only work when you’re touching me?” I dared to ask.“Because you stop thinking,” he said simply. “And just move.”I turned around before I could stop myself. We were too close. His hands still resting on my waist, yet I didn't ask him to remove them. I couldn’t. Because I didn’t want him to.My voice was barely audible. “You make it look so easy.”“It’s not,” he said “It’s muscle memory and pain. And practice. Like what you’re doing.”There was no heat in his voice anymore. No edge. Just quiet truth. The kind that hurt more because I believed him.“I hate that I need you to fix it,” I whispered, frustrated with myself. “I hate that I can’t just figure it out on my own.” The truth behind my words hurt somewhere in the back of my head, but I pushed the thought away, lowering my head slightly.“I’m not here to fix it,” he said. “I’m here to remind you that you already know how… You just needed a push.”I didn’t realize he was leaning forward until our foreheads touched.The breath between us caught.Then his hand lifted–slowly, cautiously– and brushed a piece of hair off my cheek. Before dipping slightly, cupping the lower side of my face and gently, ever so gently tilting my head up, our eyes meeting through our lowered lashes.I let my eyes close, just for a second.Then he kissed me.It was soft, almost hesitant at first. Like he didn’t want to scare me off. But when I kissed him back, something in both of us gave way. He pulled me in, keeping his hand against my face while his other arm wrapped around my back, the kiss deepening–not rushed, not explosive. But…real.Like something we’d been building toward with every argument, every correction, every stubborn, frustrating beat.For once, neither of us said a word.We didn’t need to.—The first kiss wasn’t clean. It was messy, clumsy– teeth and breath and the kind of heat that knocked everything else out of my head. I’d barely processed the way his hands slid around my waist before his mouth was on mine, and it didn’t feel like a kiss so much as a breaking point. Like something had finally snapped inside him… Inside me. It tasted like frustration, sweat, and the hours we’d spent biting our tongues instead of saying what we really meant. His lips moved over mine like he’d been holding back for weeks. Maybe months. And when I kissed him back, he groaned low in his throat against my mouth–a sound that made my entire body ache.His lips were still on mine when I slightly pulled away and mumbled, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”He didn’t hesitate. “I know.”But then his lips were on mine again anyway–deeper, slower, like the taste of me was something he’d been starving for, his arms tightening their grip on me ever so slightly. My fingers threaded into his hair before I could think, tugging hard, loving the way it glided through my fingers like silk, when suddenly he pulled back far enough to look at me.His breath hitched in his throat as he look in the sight of me. Dazed and my lips were slightly swollen from the intense kiss as my eyes finally met his.“We could get caught,” I whispered, trying to convince us both of something–anything–that might make me stop... Make us stop.He leaned in, “I know,” he replied once again, lips dragging down my jaw against the sensitive skin of my throat, his breath hot against me.“B-but if someone walks in–”“I don’t care.”It came out guttural and rough. “Let them walk in,” he growled against my neck. “Let them see how big of a mess I'm going to make of you.. I. Don't. Care. “ He emphasized with a nip of his teeth against my neck.I whimpered at the feeling of his teeth before he trailed his way up once more, kissing me again–messier this time. No rhythm, no control. Just want.He moved like he was desperate, like the only thing keeping him sane was the touch and taste of my body and mouth, he glided his tongue over my bottom lip, asking– no…-begging for entrance, which i happily obliged, letting his tongue slide past my lips as his hand trailed up my back coming to softly grip the nape of my neck as if loss of contact would kill him.He pulled us down to the floor and into his lap so fast we nearly tipped over. My thighs bracketing his hips as he pulled my mouth against his again, our tongues meeting together once more in a fight for dominance. Using my nape to control my movements, his free hand gripped my thigh, grinding me against his hips. My breath catches as I feel him drag my hips once more against him, feeling… Him… hard and warm beneath the layers, making me moan against his lips.I could feel everything: his breath, his wild heartbeat, the way his hand gripped my hip like he couldn't remember how to let go as he ground me back and forth against his cock.His mouth and tongue danced against mine until we were breathing through each other before we parted, panting like we hadn’t had air in hours.I tugged at his shirt for permission before being granted with a nod, before I bunched the fabric in my fists, pulling it off over his head, tossing it to the side. “This is insane.”He chuckled breathlessly before running his hands up my ribs as he dragged my shirt up and up before pulling it off and tossing it away to join his shirt, scattered somewhere on the dance studio floor. “Say it again.” He whispered, marveling at my body, before I placed my hands on his shoulders, dragging them down his chest and over his abs.My teeth grazed his lip. “This is insane...But I-I don’t want to stop, I can’t stop.”He crashed his mouth to mine, like that was all he needed to hear.I don’t remember him pushing me back onto the floor through the frenzy of tongue and teeth. Just the feel of the cold hardwood against my shoulder blades and the heat of him hovering over me, his body flush against mine. He was huge, his body nearly encompassing mine as he pressed me against the floor.His hands were everywhere– my waist, my thighs, my breasts, and my ass. We weren’t careful. We weren’t quiet as he trailed his mouth down my jaw to my neck as I tilted my head back breathily moaning before he finally reached my breasts where he paused eyeing the fabric of my bra before his eyes slid to mine a near silent plea begging for permission which I answered with a small nod of my own before he unclasped it sliding it from my body leaving me half nude beneath him.He panted breathlessly as he gazed down at my bare body, his hands slowly sliding up my ribs to run over my breasts, gently kneading them as if he were afraid to hurt me. “So beautiful…” He whispered as he glided his thumbs over my hardened nipples, rubbing small tight circles around the buds entranced in them, before his gaze drifted back to my eyes, his hands leaving my breasts to glide up my arms, lacing our fingers together on both sides.Before pulling them above my head, gently pinning me down, pressing his forehead to mine, barely holding any semblance of control together as he ground against me.“Fuck… I can’t stop.”“Then don’t,” I whispered, voice wrecked and shaking.His mouth was back on mine before the last syllable even left me.We didn’t stop.We didn’t slow down.Soon enough, he was dragging my panties down my legs, stuffing them into the pocket of his joggers before gripping me beneath the knees, dragging my body towards him across the slick wood.I shuddered as a ghost of his breath danced over the smooth skin of my hip as he trailed kiss after kiss up my hip, ribs, breast, till he reached my collarbone. His leg hooking beneath my knee, pushing it up to spread me open for him. Wider for him.My hands instantly found his shoulders, holding onto the warm muscle resting there beneath the skin as he lowered his mouth toward my clavicle, placing a small, shockingly tender kiss there. As he propped himself up on one arm above me, the other caressing me before trailing his fingers down my body through the valley between my breasts, over my stomach, before finally coming to rest between my legs, eliciting a small relieved sigh from me at the contact.His mouth turned into a wicked grin, hearing the small noise escape my lips as he dipped his fingers lower, gliding them through the slick already coating my inner thighs. “Holy shit baby..” He groaned softly, running his fingers back up and down again, this time letting them glide over my clit, earning a whimper from me as my legs unconsciously twitched. As his arm begins to tremble slightly above me from holding the near plank above me. I look up meeting his eyes. “If it’s too tiring cou- Ahh~” He cuts me off as a moan breaks through my throat as he slides a finger inside me, his thumb running lazy circles over my clit. “Shhh princess, let me take care of you and this needy little pussy.” He nearly purrs above me, pressing down on my clit as if for emphasis as my legs jump and I whimper.Soon enough, our mouths are on each other again. I moan into his mouth as he slid a second finger inside me, stretching me out, the pain of the stretch dulled by the overwhelming pleasure of finally having this man, at least part of him inside me. His fingers glide in and out of my dripping core, pressing and rubbing against all the sensitive places inside me as if he already knew my body like the back of his hand.He moaned softly, breaking the kiss finally a small tendril of saliva connecting our lips momentarily before he leaned back, the strand snapping “I want…I need you to cum for me baby. I need to feel you cum on my fingers please.” He nearly begs his fingers, slightly speeding up, urging me along as I feel that knot in my stomach tighten impossibly as he whispers. “I’ve been thinking of doing this to you since the moment I saw you in this dance room all those months ago. Dancing for just you- not the audition and God the way your body moved when you danced-” He leaned down nipping my earlobe with his teeth. “-It was fucking intoxicating.”He nearly moaned against my ear, his fingers curling and hitting that specific spot inside me that had me tipping over the edge of orgasm, my body tensing then spasming as I gripped onto his biceps, a moan ripping through my throat, echoing around the empty practice room. The look of pleasure on my face mirroring his own expression as he stared down at me, watching the waves of my orgasm wreck my body. “So fucking beautiful…” He whispered, slowly withdrawing his fingers from my core, bringing his soaked fingers to my mouth.“Show me how good you are, kitten. Show me how much you want it.” He purred, tapping his soaked fingers against my lower lip, requesting entrance. Which I obliged opening my mouth up to him and letting his fingers slide in. Before I closed my lips around the digits running my tongue over his fingers, cleaning away the remaining mess he made of me.A small pleased noise escaped his throat as I sucked his fingers clean before he retracted his fingers from my mouth and pushed himself up, making quick work of removing his joggers and the rest of his clothes before his body was on mine again. His warm, slightly slick with sweat skin pressing against mine as he spread my thighs open wide for him, taking in the sight of my flushed skin as I slightly panted, my heartbeat still quick.“P-please, I need you inside me,” I whined and begged softly.A smirk danced over his mouth before he angled his hips, still keeping his grip on my thighs as he slowly ground his cock up and down my dripping slit, pulling another whimper from my throat as he grazed my clit over and over again. “You sure you can handle it, princess?” he asked breathlessly, not tearing his eyes away from his ministrations against my clit. “I can handle it please, I can handle it.” I beg my brain fogged with desire. He glances up into my eyes for a brief moment, confirming the look on my face was pure need and want before he angles his hips and slowly sinks inside.A loud moan rips through both of our throats as he sinks inside, stretching me to the brink of a small sting. But neither of us seem to care, holding onto each other tightly as he finally bottoms out, the tip of his cock kissing my cervix as my head falls back with pleasure. “Holy shit~” He groans out, looking down at where we’re connected. “So fucking tight for me baby” He growls giving me a moment longer to adjust to his massive size before he slowly pulls out completely, his cock coated in slick, then slams himself back inside earning a loud moan from both of us that sends us spiraling into the abyss of pleasure.He slides his hand from my mid-thighs towards the underside of my knees, pulling my legs up until they rest on his sturdy shoulders, before he moves again, resting his hands on either side of me against the ground as he begins to pound in and out of me, nearly folding me in half. “Fuck, Good girl. You’re taking me so well,” He growls from above me as I whimper, gripping onto his arms, my nails digging into the skin there. My legs already trembling near violently as he pounded into me, hitting my cervix pleasure laced with pain, making my eyes roll back as he drove himself in and out of me.He pants, cursing under his breath before pulling out, allowing my legs to come off his shoulders but keeping them spread open. “What are you-” I’m cut off with a sharp cry as he scoots back, lowering his head flicking his tongue over my clit before sucking it slightly into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue. My hands find his hair gripping it tightly, moaning as his mouth dances over my clit. Licking and sucking like a man gone mad.Another earth-shattering orgasm hits me seconds later, a near scream ripping out of my throat as my back arched off the ground, my thighs clamping around Leeknow's head, suffocating him, yet he didn’t seem to mind as he continued to let his tongue stroke against me throughout my orgasm, letting me ride it out, wave after wave of pleasure crashing into me. I finally release his head from my locked thighs, and only then does he remove his mouth from me, his face flushed, but there was no mistaking the look of ravenous hunger in his eyes.“W-what was that?” I stutter through my panting as he slowly crawls on top of me again, gliding his hand down my thigh, lightly tapping it, commanding me to wrap my legs around him, which I obey as he answers. “You’re remarkable… I didn’t want to cum too fast when there is still so much I want to do to you and that pretty pussy.” He whispered, kissing up my throat, then jaw, making me shiver a blush creeping across my cheeks.Slowly, he pushed back inside me again, my body welcoming him as he sank himself inside to the hilt before he leaned down further, pressing our bodies together as his lips covered mine, kissing me passionately before he began to move, thrusting in and out of my tight wet walls pulling a moan from both of us as we ground against each other. I gripped my legs tighter around his waist as we broke the kiss, his head sinking low to run his lips along my neck, leaving bites and bruises in his wake, as I lifted my chin to give him more access.He keeps pace with his thrusts steady and deep, pulling me closer and closer to the edge as his cock glides against that sweet spot inside me as I feel my legs begin to tremble once more. “F-fuck, I think I'm going to-” He growls, “Me too baby me too.” he moans against my neck, causing a shiver to run down my spine before he pulls back to look at me breathlessly. “Cum for me baby. Let me see how much my cock wrecks that little pussy of yours, show me how much you love my cock.” He demands the look in his eye near feral.A few thrusts later, I’m coming undone beneath him, body trembling as I cry out and cum on his cock his thrusts never slowing as he helps me ride out my orgasm. I grip his shoulders tightly, trying to keep some semblance of reality as I orgasm. “P-Please come inside,” I beg through teary eyes from my orgasm, looking up at him in a daze that leaves him cursing as he shoves his cock deep inside me stilling as he growls, his body seizing as his cock pulses deep inside me, his cum coating my walls as his orgasm wrecks him, filling me up with every last drop. Till he collapses on top of me, both of us breathing raggedly as I wrap my arms around him.“That was so fucking amazing.” He pants against my skin as I nod breathlessly. We lay there, tangled on the studio floor, the mirrors reflecting back versions of us I barely recognized. My chest was still rising too fast, my skin hot where it pressed against his.He shifted slowly, pulling out of me moving to lie beside me, his arm draping lazily across my stomach, his breath brushing the curve of my shoulder. “You okay?” he murmured, voice low but soft in a way that made my chest pull tight.For a minute, neither of us said anything. The silence didn’t feel awkward. It felt earned. Like a breath we both needed.Then he sat up slowly, brushing his hair back from his face, the strands curling around his ears again. His cheeks were still flushed, lips pink, skin still slightly shining with sweat. I hated how pretty he looked when he was undone like this. Hated it because I couldn’t stop staring.He caught me. “You always look at me like that?”“Like what?”He gave me a crooked half-smile. “Like I’m about to ruin you.”“You already did,” I muttered with a small grin, clasping my bra back on and pulling my bottoms back over my legs.He huffed a quiet laugh and helped adjust the fabric once it was on, fingers lingering at my waist. “Still could… Might.”I hid my smile and shot him a look, but it didn’t carry any heat.He passed me my shirt next, brushing a wrinkle from the sleeve before holding it out for me. I slipped into it slowly, watching him as he watched my movements. There was something heavier hanging between us now, even though neither of us said it.“They can’t know,” I said finally, voice low.He nodded, mouth pressed in a line. “I know.”“I mean it,” I added, more tense than I meant to be. “It’d be bad. For both of us.”“I said I know.” His eyes flicked to mine, a little firmer this time. “I… out of everyone understand.”I looked away, eyes faltering. “I know..”A pause.Then softer—“I just… I don’t want this to be ruined by the world outside.”His fingers brushed mine again. “Then we don’t let it be.”I looked up at him.“When we’re out there,” he said, nodding toward the door, “we play it cool. We’re fine. But in here?” His voice dropped. “This stays real. Nothing else matters in here.”I swallowed hard, looking into his eyes. “You make it sound so easy.”He tilted his head toward mine, his forehead barely brushing mine. “It is. When it’s just you and me? Yeah. It is.”We leaned against the mirror together, fully dressed now, but still flushed and breathless and raw. My hand found his again without thinking. His thumb dragged slow circles over my skin, like it grounded him. Like I was grounding him.No words for a while. Just the quiet thud of the studio clock ticking overhead. The hum of fluorescent lights. The residual heat from something we weren’t supposed to want—but did anyway.His fingers tightened around mine, thumb brushing over my knuckles, slow and steady. We were quiet, breathing the same air, hearts still racing under our skin.“I love you,” he said, like it wasn’t heavy at all. Like it was just the truth.I looked up at him, and he was already watching me—eyes soft, mouth tilted in the barest smile.“Even if no one else can know,” he added. “I’m still yours.”I didn’t say anything.I just leaned in and kissed him again.And in that moment, it was enough.