daebakinc - Tumblr blog

daebakinc · 11 days

Text

Dirty, Dirty Dancing Pt. 4

A Dirty Dancing AU

Pairing: Yunho X Female Reader X Hyunjin (polyamorous relationship)

Word Count: 4.6K

Synopsis: The college campus where boyfriend, Yunho, is a visiting dance instructor seems like every other university you've visited until a secret party reveals it's anything but. After a drunken mishap, promising dance student, Hyunjin, is left without a dance partner. Enlisted in helping him before a big audition, you begin to catch feelings for him. Can you help him and maintain a relationship with your boyfriend?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

~Admin V

Hyunjin sighed in frustration, and you couldn’t really blame him. You too were frustrated with yourself.

The problem was keeping count. It was a very new concept for you, but as an experienced dancer, Hyunjin just couldn’t understand why you couldn’t grasp it.

Even warming up wasn’t regular stretching like you thought it would be. It was quick movements that followed counts. Counts never started on one. They started on five or two. And then when music was added, it was hard to keep track of the count.

You’d been in a spare dance studio since 8:00 a.m. with Hyunjin and though 11:00 was soon approaching, not a whole lot of progress had been made.

He was trying to teach you the same routine both Yeji and Changbin already knew so well, and part of you wished you’d just kept your big mouth shut and let Changbin perform with him at his audition.

He stared at you, impatiently, as you showed him the steps he’d just taught you.

“Do you know the moves?”

“Yes,” you exhaled and wiped sweat from your brow.

“Then sharpen them. It looks sloppy and careless.”

Sighing in exasperation, you let your arms swing down.

“What?” he huffed. “You thought you only needed to know the moves? This isn’t a school dance. It’s an audition. It has to be polished.”

“I’m not stupid. I know it has to be polished. But considering I’ve been a dancer for all of three hours, silly me, I assumed I could learn the moves first then work on sharpening them after.”

“We don’t have time for you to fix it later. If you know the move, do it full out.”

Gods why did Yunho have to have classes now. At least if he was here, he could give some much-needed encouragement.

With no choice but to grin and bear it, you did the moves again, stronger, tighter like he wanted. But, you also had to remember other things he’d told you throughout the morning, like not leaning back, but lifting your frame so you weren’t hunched forward, and keeping your shoulders down.

He didn’t say anything, but as his hands swept through his hair, you knew he was unhappy. He lifted his hand and motioned with his finger for you to go to him. “Come here.”

Hands on your hips you walked towards him.

“You’re thinking too much.”

You wanted to slap him. “Could it be that it’s because I’m doing and learning things I’ve never done before and I’m trying to remember everything? Counts, moves, positions my body should and shouldn’t be in?”

“Just listen to me. The steps aren’t enough. You have to feel the music.”

Maybe your head would explode from information overload and that would get you out of this mess. It felt impossible just keeping count and making sure your frame was how it should be. Not to mention actually knowing the steps, and now you had to feel the music?

Thankfully, Felix and Yunho walked in.

“How’s it going?” Yunho smiled at the two of you. His smile fell a little when he saw there was absolutely no cheer from you to be had.

Neither you nor Hyunjin said anything, which is when Felix cleared his throat.

“Hyun, we have class in about ten minutes. I was just making sure you hadn’t lost track of the time.”

He looked to the clock on the wall. “Yeah,” he mumbled. “Maybe a break would be beneficial.” He looked back to you. “Can you meet back here at 2:00?”

Did you have a choice? No one had contacted you about catering or dining hall duty, so you were free and clear. “Fine,” you grumbled back.

Hyunjin nodded to you and to Yunho, then left with Felix.

Once he was gone you screamed in annoyance and threw your hands in his direction.

Yunho’s smile was back. “Going that well?” He reached for you and loosely held onto your waist.

“How did I let myself get wrapped up in this? I agreed with him when he said I wasn’t really a choice to be his partner. And yet, here I am, like a big idiot.”

Chuckling, he pulled you into him. “You’re not a big idiot. You just have a big heart and wanted to help.” He swayed with you as he hugged you against him. “It probably doesn’t help that you’re stubborn and don’t like being told what to do, and when he said you couldn’t do it, you had to prove him wrong.”

“Well I’m proving him right,” you mumbled against his shirt. “I can’t do this, and both of us are painfully aware of it.”

“You’ll get the hang of it. No one is perfect right off the bat.” He stopped swaying. “Your energy is probably flagging. Let’s go get some food.”

You grumbled against him and hugged him tighter. You didn’t want to move.

Laughing softly, he pushed you back and lifted your chin with his fingers. “You’ll feel better with food in your system. Isn’t that what you’re always telling me?”

“Why must you be so reasonable?”

Grinning, he took your hand and led you back to the instructors’ offices. He shared pasta salad with you, and he let you eat most of it.

His next class wasn’t until 2:30, which gave you time with him before Hyunjin returned.

While the two of you were digesting lunch, he did simple stretches with you. When you felt comfortable, you showed him the moves you learned, or at least remembered.

Unlike Hyunjin, he didn’t snap at you or get irritated. Even when he knew you messed up, he was patient and asked you to try it again.

Once you were finished, instead of dictating what you did wrong and how to make it better, he came behind you and helped you move into each step. He explained the movement and how your body should feel doing it.

You felt better with him behind you, holding your hips and moving with you. It was more comfortable knowing he was there to help you if you goofed a step. After practicing with him a few times, he asked you to try it on your own. Some of your confidence deflated, but you felt like it was an improvement from the morning with just Hyunjin.

Before long it was 2:00 and Hyunjin was back in the studio. Seeing him, any confidence you’d gained dancing with Yunho left.

You asked Yunho if he’d dance with you first to show Hyunjin. He agreed, and to your surprise, you actually saw what could be considered approval on Hyunjin’s face. Nerves kicked in when you had to do it alone, but Yunho stood next to Hyunjin with a reassuring smile.

Closing your eyes, you exhaled slowly and imagined Hyunjin wasn’t about to scrutinize your every movement, but instead it was only Yunho watching you. When you opened them, you did the part of the routine you knew. There were still a few mistakes and missed timing, but overall, it was your best performance yet.

Hyunjin actually smiled and clapped Yunho on the shoulder. “Now I know how you got your reputation.”

Yunho laughed easily then looked down at his watch. He had to get to the other studio for his class. He patted Hyunjin back on his shoulder. “Go easy on her.”

You scoffed. There was zero chance of that.

The next moves you were to learn involved spinning and height changes. Hyunjin started out calmer in his instruction, seeing how you did better with Yunho’s praise rather than criticism. But once you seemed to grasp the new steps, he wanted to see everything together with music.

Overwhelmed with just how fast everything was, you easily made mistakes. Hyunjin tried to stay calm and just told you to start over and do it again. Unfortunately, you suddenly felt pressure and the blunders only increased. You were getting worse. Taking a break would be nice, but considering the long break you had while Hyunjin had class, you doubted he’d agree to it. The stress you had from the morning was now back in full swing.

Trying to keep a level head, Hyunjun decided he wanted to dance with you. Not like Yunho helping you, but he wanted to try dancing his part with you. Maybe having someone with you would help.

In the beginning of the routine, you were supposed to spin yourself ahead so you were standing in front of him. Him dancing with you and you still attempting to remember everything, you confused yourself and did the wrong move. This unfortunately left you with your leg out and Hyunjin tripped over it and fell.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

You offered to help him to his feet. “Sorry.”

“You have to concentrate! Is this your idea of fun?”

All of your frustrations came to your mouth. “Why yes, yes, it is. I’m trying to learn the same fucking routine that Changbin already knows, when I don’t know a single fucking thing about dancing. Maybe you should call him and go on a date with him after all to build some chemistry, ‘cause what I really wanna do is drop you on it.”

Hyunjin looked a little stunned. Quickly composing himself he nodded to the door. “Let’s get out of here.”

Thinking he meant you were finished for the day, when you were outside the building, you started walking towards the guest accommodations. Hyunjin grabbed your wrist so you’d follow him and led you to the parking lot. He stopped in front of a black car and motioned for you to get in.

The thought of asking where you were going arose, but after spending time with Hyunjin, he’d most likely just ignore you.

In the car, Hyunjin was searching for something, but not seeming to find it.

“What are you looking for?”

“The keys.”

“You don’t keep them on you?”

“Changbin usually just leaves them in the ignition.”

Your mouth dropped. “This isn’t your car?”

He continued his search.

“Our car is also in the lot. If you give me ten minutes, I can go get the keys from the house.”

“We’re already here.” He bent down and reached under the dashboard until he pulled out some wires.

Your mouth fell again. “Are you hotwiring the car?”

Before he could answer, the car’s engine came to life. Hyunjin glanced to you. “Buckle up.”

As he drove the car, you couldn’t help but stare at him. He noticed and looked back to you. “What?”

“You’re wild,” your voice was quiet, still in disbelief.

“What?”

“You’re wild!” you said louder, laughing a bit.

This caused him to smile and laugh, too. It was your first time seeing him like this. The sound was cute and unexpected.

Reaching for your phone, you began texting Yunho.

“What are you doing?” Hyunjin quickly glanced to you then back to the road.

“Letting Yunho know you kidnapped me, you know, since we’re in a stolen car and there’s a chance I may end up dead in a ditch somewhere.”

He rolled his eyes, his easy smile completely gone.

“So, do I get to know where we’re going?”

As suspected, he kept his eyes straight ahead and didn’t answer.

After about thirty minutes, you were thankful to arrive in front of a building. You had half been expecting him to take you to some backwater wooded area.

“Wait a sec,” he said after pulling into a parking spot. He popped the hood of the car and got out. You couldn’t really see him with the hood fully opened, but suddenly the engine died and the car was turned off. Closing the hood, he walked to your side of the car and opened the door for you.

“What did you just do?”

“Unplugged the battery.” He offered you his hand then helped you out of the car.

You wanted to ask more about his knowledge of apparently stealing cars, but you weren’t sure he’d answer. Your focus turned to the building he brought you to. A big black sign on the front read Saloon. You stopped in your tracks. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Nope.” He grabbed your elbow to keep you moving.

The atmosphere inside was a little bit like a bar, dark and dank, except for the dance area which was the littlest bit more lit up. On the floor were people line dancing.

Suddenly you felt nervous. You didn’t know any of those dances or steps. “I can’t do this.”

Hyunjin gestured to the people dancing. “Straight white men can do it. Trust me, you can, too.”

You didn’t feel reassured, and he could see it on your face.

“You’re too in your head in the studio. Dancing isn’t just about the counts and movements. It’s a feeling . . . a heartbeat.” He brought his hand to his chest and tapped two fingers against it, then mimicked heartbeat sounds.

Unconsciously, you brought your hand over your heart and did the same.

He shook his head and took your hand, placing it over his heart. He tapped his fingers against it, once again imitating heart sounds.

You followed him when he started dancing, your hand still on his heart.

After a few moments, his hand still held yours as he pulled you to the dance floor. He leaned over towards the DJ, but with the music you couldn’t hear what he said. The DJ nodded and spoke into a mic. “Cupid Shuffle.”

The crowd of dancers cheered as the music changed.

Your nerves were increasing, but Hyunjin didn’t let go of your hand.

He gave it a squeeze. “I won’t let go. Just feel the music.”

Watching the people around you, you tried moving to the music. Then Hyunjin pulled you four slow steps to the right. He then pushed you for four steps to the left.

“Kick out your feet.”

You watched him kick four times, but you didn’t do it yourself.

“Now turn to the left.” Turning the same amount as the people around you, Hyunjin let go of your hand and held onto your hips. Once again, he pulled you four steps right, then four left. You tried kicking this time, and when you turned, you took his hand in yours.

After the next round when you turned, Hyunjin spun so he was facing you. “You know the moves now, yeah?”

You nodded.

“Close your eyes. You’re not just doing the moves, you’re feeling the music, the heartbeat”

Still a bit in your head, you were worried about the moves and counts. When it was time to turn, you opened your eyes. Hyunjin was no longer next to you. As you looked around you didn’t see him, but the crowd was moving and you had to move with them. Watching a girl in front of you, you could see how she was feeling the music. She was doing the steps, but her hips swayed and arms moved to the beat.

You understood why Hyunjin wanted you to close your eyes; it was easier to be in the moment when it felt like only you were in it. Closing your eyes again, feeling confident about knowing the movements, you tried feeling the music. You let your butt shake a little more and shoulders dip. Your arms lifted in front of you moving to the flow and rhythm.

“Yas, girl, get it!” sounded behind you.

Opening your eyes, you looked to see if someone was dancing in a special way to cause that outburst.

You locked eyes with another girl, who then nodded at you. It was you she was cheering on.

Blushing, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and let out a nervous giggle. But somehow the laughter made it easier to dance.

You put more of yourself in the dancing until the music changed.

Panic came to you as you recognized the song from the party you carried the watermelon to.

“Wobble,” the DJ announced.

As memory served, it was a bit more complicated than Cupid Shuffle.

Hyunjin weaved his way back into the crowd and stood in front of you. “You can do this one, too. It’s also four counts, but just a few more steps.”

Nodding, you bit your lip feeling worried again. Hyunjin wouldn’t let you look like a complete fool, right?

As he watched you, he shifted his weight, moving his feet back and forth.

Heartbeat you reminded yourself. Allowing yourself to feel the music, you swayed your hips in time with Hyunjin’s motion.

Suddenly he grabbed your waist. “Jump forward.”

The two of you jumped together. “Now, shake your ass.”

The blush was back in your cheeks, but you watched him and tried to copy him.

“Jump back and shake again.”

As you jumped again, you could feel the counts following the beat of the song.

“Now we’re going to body roll to your left.”

The panic was back. He pulled slightly so your hip was angled to the left. You watched as he gyrated his pelvis. Essentially, it was humping the air.

“Same thing, right side.” You tried the body roll. It felt awkward, but Hyunjin grinned. “Good, that’s it. This next part is hard.”

Instead of giving directions, he squeezed and pulled on your waist to get you to step. The moves were quick, but you stepped right foot then left forward. He pushed so you stepped right then left back. He squeezed so you stepped forward, but you started left then right up, and left then right back.

“Now we turn.” Just like the song before, you turned to the left. “And back up four counts.”

Still standing in front of you, Hyunjin held you and helped you with the moves two more rounds. As you backed up for the third time, he reached for your chin so you’d look him in the eyes. “You feel good about the steps?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

He nodded back and let go of you. He didn’t leave the dance floor like he did before, but stood next to you and danced with you. As you watched people around you, you saw during the body rolls some moved their arms in a rolling motion, and tried it. It was actually fun and made it easier to roll your hips.

Your arms moved on their own fruition when it came to the forward/backward steps.

As you turned, you didn’t move as Hyunjin backed up toward you, and grabbed his hips. You held onto him for the next round of dancing, easily moving in the same ways as you could feel him.

Two rounds later when you stood in front of him, he did the same of grabbing you, and you couldn’t help but laugh and feel the joy of dancing. Were you actually having fun with Hyunjin?

When the song ended, The DJ called out, “Cotton Eye Joe.”

Before new terror could set in, a smiling Hyunjin pulled you off the dance floor. He found a high-top for you to sit at while he got you both some water.

As you waited you watched the crowd of line dancers moving their feet quickly to the song. You bet Yunho would love to come here and learn all the dances.

When Hyunjin handed you the bottle you downed half of it at once.

“Thank you,” you breathed.

He smiled, sipping from his own bottle.

You couldn’t help yourself from watching him. He’d always been so stoic, serious, enigmatic. Even when he was pole-dancing with Yeji, he kept a straight face. But now he was finally showing that he had emotions.

Noticing your stare, his smile fell as he looked at you. “What?”

“I’m just surprised you are able to express feelings like joy and fun.”

His smile returned. “You thought I was just a coldhearted bastard?”

“Oh definitely.”

His mouth dropped in mock-offense. He grabbed a napkin from the table, balled it up and tossed it at you. “You weren’t supposed to agree with me.”

Your eyebrow raised. “You do realize how you’ve been in any single of our interactions? Coldhearted bastard pretty much sums it up.”

The smile fell again. He was quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be. I’m just generally really focused on what I’m doing, be it dance or art, or even walking one place to another.”

“I can see that.”

“But you,” he nodded to the dance floor, “You really opened up. You had both dances by the second chorus.”

“Well it was fun when you weren’t examining every step under a microscope.”

He had no response to that.

An uncomfortable tension was building, and you didn’t want to piss him off, but you figured this would be the best mood you’d ever find him in.

“Hyunjin, if your heart is really set on doing the routine you have, I do think you should ask Changbin to be your partner. Otherwise, I think it would be better if maybe you changed the routine.”

His stern expression was back. “Why?”

“Changbin is clearly the better, more seasoned dancer who can pull off the moves. Surely it would be easier for y’all to find chemistry with each other than teaching me.”

His face fell in disappointment.

You knew speaking would bring down his mood, but you reached for his hand. “Look at how different everything just was when we were doing line dances. If the goal for this audition really is chemistry, why aren’t we at least looking at each other. We should be showing the connection. And that dance you’re making us do know doesn’t.”

His serious, grump face was back. You figured it was best to let him mull it over, so your attention went back to the dance floor.

Finally, he sighed. “I know you’re right.”

That was a shock. “You do?”

“It’s why I asked your opinion about it in the first place.”

“I don’t want to make you angry, so please don’t take this the wrong way, but how did that become the routine for chemistry in the first place?”

He brushed his fingers through his hair. “I was trying to create subtle chemistry, make it artistic. I didn’t want to blatantly throw it in their face.”

“I mean, isn’t that what they want?”

“But as an artist, I want to give them the unexpected.”

“So subtle it couldn’t be seen to the naked eye.”

He chuckled with you. “So what? You think we should be ballroom dancing? Doing the mambo?”

“I’m not the dancer, I have no idea what you should do.”

“You know if I create a whole new routine, you’re gonna have to work twice as hard, because I will, too.”

You smiled before finishing off your water. “I wouldn’t expect anything less, Captain Coldhearted.”

He gave you a playful glare.

When the two of you were cooled down, you went back to the car. You were still in awe when Hyunjin hotwired it. Would he tell you how he knew to do that if you asked?

“Can I ask you something?” It was him who asked first.

“Sure.”

He glanced between you and the road. “How did you end up with Yunho if you don’t dance? Like, how did that happen?”

You couldn’t help but smile thinking of the first time you’d met Yunho. “He got me fired from my job.”

Hyunjin looked at you with his jaw slack. “What did he do? What did you do?”

“We went to the same university. I worked in the campus library. He came in one day asking for help about a book and then didn’t stop talking to me. Even after my boss scolded him to let me get back to work, he didn’t, and since I wasn’t working, they fired me. We’ve been together ever since.”

“Let me guess, after you got fired, the only available work-study was food service.”

“Yup,” you brushed your hair behind your ear. “Can’t say it’s always enjoyable, but if you’re friendly with the chefs and managers, you can move up quickly and make money.”

His gaze fell on you for a moment. “That can’t have been your dream though, to stay in food service while Yunho dances. What did you study?”

“Economics of underdeveloped countries.”

His mouth was slack again, which made you laugh a little.

“I know. I wanted to go to the peace corps. Vastly different from the glamorous life of catering.”

There was a bit of silence for a while before Hyunjin spoke again. “I heard Yunho saying that you two are saving up to buy your own studio. How does that fit into your peace corps hopes?”

“You would know better than anyone that dance changes lives.”

The expression on his face made you chuckle, clearly confused.

“I got Yunho to volunteer at Boys and Girls Clubs and show the kids how to dance. If we open our own studio, I know how to get grants and make it a non-profit, so anyone who wants to learn or get off the streets can come in. No money needed.

“After we’re established and have some workers we can trust to keep the place open, we can take some time off to go into the peace corps together.”

“That’s actually pretty cool,” he nodded while driving.

“So,” you turned in your seat to better face him. “Do I get to ask you twenty questions now?”

His easy smile was back. “What do you want to know?”

“How did you get into dancing?”

The smile fell and he became serious once again. He didn’t answer you for a while.

Figuring you hit a sensitive topic, you turned back in your seat and looked out the window.

“I’m sure you could guess from my abilities to start cars without the key, I wasn’t always the most well-behaved kid.”

Looking back at him, he didn’t look at you, but stared straight ahead.

“A lot of the reform programs I was mandated into revolved around art; drawing, painting, writing, acting, and dance. The idea is refocusing our energy into positive, creative outlets.”

It was cool when you thought about it. Yunho was on the side of wanting to help and Hyunjin from the side of needing it.

You didn’t press him further, knowing this was a very personal topic for him.

Neither of you said anything, but there was a shift in the atmosphere between you; like you were no longer butting heads but understood each other.

Back at the campus, just like at the saloon, Hyunjin made you wait in the car as he shut off the engine, then got the door for you. The two of you walked together into the school grounds until you had to part ways.

“So, see you bright and early again, Captain?”

“Probably not.”

Your smile fell. “Why not.”

“You just convinced me to change the entire dance routine. That means I need to figure it out before I teach it to you. And since you’re not a dancer, I don’t want to start teaching you something and change my mind, and make you confused.”

“Wow. That is actually considerate and thoughtful. Who knew you had it in you?” Your grin was back.

“Anyone ever tell you, you’re a brat?”

Your smile grew, “You could still get Changbin back.”

He grinned and shook his head, then quickly became serious. “If you happen to see him, maybe don’t mention that we borrowed his car.”

Saluting him, he nodded in return and you parted ways for the night.

#yunho #yunho ateez #jeong yunho #hyunjin #ateez #stray kids #yunho fics #yunho scenarios #hyunjin fics #hyunjin scenarios #ateez fics #ateez scenarios #stray kids fics #stray kids scenarios #kpop fics #kpop scenarios

14 notes · View notes

daebakinc · 1 month

Text

Dirty, Dirty Dancing Pt. 3

A Dirty Dancing AU

Pairing: Yunho X Female Reader X Hyunjin (polyamorous relationship)

Word Count: 5.8K

Part 1 Part 2

~Admin V

Yunho carried your lunches as he took you back to the dance instructors’ offices. He set the boxes down on a desk and began to clear some things so the two of you could eat.

You simply stared at him until he noticed you weren’t moving. Unable to control your emotions, you pressed yourself into his chest and wrapped your arms tightly around him. Your mind had been going haywire thinking of all the different scenarios, and you hadn’t realized how truly worried you’d been that something had happened to him.

Letting out a surprised chuckle, he combed his fingers down your hair. “I’m okay, baby.”

“You could’ve told me the emergency wasn’t you.” How could you have been so dumb the night before, thinking of Hyunjin and not him?

“I know. I’m sorry.” He grabbed your shoulders and pressed you back to look at him. “I’m okay.”

You squeezed him into another embrace. “I love you.” Giving one more hug before you let go, he kissed the top of your head.

As he got you small cups of water from the dispenser in the corner, you unwrapped the plasticware.

Yunho started in on his food, but you still had too much on your mind. “What happened?”

Waiting until he finished chewing, he finally answered. “They’re not being too forthcoming about it. I think they’re scared of getting in trouble, but it’s my understanding that alcohol and a dance pole were involved.”

“How bad is it?”

“Her ankle is broken.”

“Oh god. And the dance audition?”

“Seonghwa called the dance company and explained the situation. He was able to get the audition moved to next week, but Yeji won’t be able to do it; it would just be Hyunjin.” He grabbed your box of food and pushed it towards you, encouraging you to eat with him.

“She must be devastated,” you brought a forkful to your mouth.

“They both are.” Yunho’s sad expression let you know the whole thing had him down. It was always hard to see him like that, especially when wearing a smile was his natural state.

“How are classes going otherwise?”

Grateful for the subject change, he grinned and launched into the different classes and new students he was working with. He was especially proud to tell you he’d found his black tights hidden in between some of his clothes.

“Did you sleep well, baby?”

You could hear the smirk in his voice as you were looking down at your food. Trying your best to put on a poker face, you stabbed your food into the salad in your box. “I slept in quite late.”

His pride was now painfully clear to you. “You must have been so exhausted.”

“Must you?”

“Boast that I brought my baby so much pleasure she was unable to get up? Absolutely.”

You tossed a french-fry at him, which he ate.

Yunho looked at a clock on the wall. “Unfortunately, I have class soon. Any other plans for your day?”

“Ah! I’m glad you reminded me. I was planning on getting some groceries. I think I remember seeing a store a few miles down the road.”

“Good thinking. It will save us money from going to the dining hall every day. This one’s a bit more expensive than other schools we’ve been to.”

“My thoughts exactly. Anything you want?”

He requested a few things, then started to clean up the meal. The two of you left the office and were back in the dance studio. Yunho kissed your cheek before waving you off.

The studio was filling with students. In the corner you saw Changbin helping Yeji with her crutches. Felix came into your view as he jogged over toward you.

“Hey,” you smiled. “Is this your first class with Yunho?”

“It is,” he smiled back. He nodded in the direction of Yeji. “You hear about what happened?”

“Just the gist of it. Maybe you could fill in some details?”

“Well, after you left, there were a few rounds of shots. Yeji was at the top of the pole and dropped down, but didn’t catch herself in time. Tequila tends to slow your reactions.”

“Oh god.” Hopefully being drunk she didn’t feel it when it happened. You thought back to how she wouldn’t be able to try out for the audition but Hyunjin still could.

“What’s he gonna do about it?”

“What’s he gonna do about it?” an angry voice repeated behind you.

Turning on your heel, you saw Hyunjin glaring at you.

He scoffed at you. “It’s my fault, right? Right away you think it’s my fault?”

“No, I thought . . .” you couldn’t finish because he was already storming out.

Felix gave you an apologetic smile.

You shook your head to let him know you were fine then also made your way out of the building.

As you walked across the campus to the parking lot, you were beginning to feel grumpy. When you got to your car, you focused on finding the store since you weren’t familiar with the area. In the store you took your time with your grocery list and scanning the different items down each aisle.

But once you were back at the guesthouse, you let your anger take over as you chopped vegetables and threw them in a skillet. You’d known the man for a day. A day! And every time you’d encountered him, he was standoffish except for getting you to pole dance with him. Why was he such an ice queen except for that moment? What the hell was Hyunjin’s problem? Obviously he had every right to be upset because of what happened with Yeji. Of course you understood his emotions running high because of that, but you couldn’t help but think of how hot and cold he’d been with you before any of that happened.

And why was he so upset when you asked what he was going to do about the audition? It’s my fault, right? Right away you think it’s my fault? You never insinuated it was his fault, why was he pissed at you? Were others saying it was his fault? Was he blaming himself?

You were so distracted in your thoughts that you didn’t even realize Yunho had returned until he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Are we expecting an army, baby?”

Bringing yourself back to reality, you looked at all the food you’d just made. Groaning, you turned off the stove and dropped the cooking utensils, then covered your face with your hands. “I was just a little mad and let it get the better of me.”

He turned you to face him, looking concerned. “Did something happen? What’s wrong?”

“Can we sit?”

Taking your wrist, Yunho led you to a loveseat in the living area. He sat down first and pulled you in his lap. Tucking your hair behind your ear, he then patiently waited for you to spill it.

You grabbed his hand to play with his fingers and took a deep breath. “Hyunjin was the one who I pole danced with last night.”

It was taking a herculean effort from Yunho not to smirk or ask questions about it. He was waiting for you to tell the story.

“He made sure I was comfortable and helped me when I felt scared, but that wasn’t my first encounter with him.” You then explained about your first interaction and all the other run-ins with him and his frigid demeanor each time, finishing with the most recent dealings that left you feeling frustrated and resulted in you cooking to feed the entire campus.

When you were finished explaining your feelings and awareness of what Hyunjin was going through, Yunho pulled you into him for a hug. “I’m sorry he made you feel this way.” He started playing with your hair. “It was definitely the situation with Yeji that made him curt with you today. But, you have to remember, it’s the end of their school year, and he’s a senior. He has the Senior Showcase for dance. I heard he had to prepare an art portfolio for the Senior Gallery in the school’s museum, not to mention all the final exams and papers he has to be ready for. He already had a lot on his plate and losing his dance partner just pushed him into taking it out on you.”

Those were very good points in which you’d not considered and now felt stupid for getting so angry. “So, I’m an idiot,” you mumbled against him.

That made him chuckle. “You’re not an idiot.” He gave you another squeeze. “You’re allowed to feel all those feelings. I’m just pointing out he has reasons for being a jerk to you. I don’t agree with them, but everyone has their own way of dealing with things.”

“Why must you be so reasonable?” You couldn’t help but grumble, now feeling defeated.

He laughed a little harder. “How about I make a nice bath for you, and while you relax, I’ll clean up the kitchen?”

You lifted from his embrace to look at him. “You don’t need to do that. You worked hard today; you shouldn’t have to clean all that up.”

Holding your chin, he smiled softly at you. “Cooking all of that was also a lot of work, and I know I will be enjoying the fruits of that labor.” He chuckled some more. “Hell, I might bring some of it to my new coworkers to also enjoy. You really made a lot.”

You fell back against him and groaned against his chest. “He was just such a bitch!”

Now calmly stroking your hair, you could still hear the smile in his voice. “I guess that means no more pole dancing for you.” When you didn’t answer, he lifted your chin again. “How about I make you that bath?”

Giving a small smile, you nodded. “Okay.”

After eating breakfast with Yunho the next morning, you made your way back to the dining hall. The president’s luncheon was to be a smaller affair than the banquet, so there weren’t as many people scurrying about the kitchen.

Felix greeted you warmly. He informed you that Changbin had classes during the event so he wouldn’t be catering with the two of you today. When you were finished folding peacock-fans out of the cloth napkins, you French braided Felix’s hair into pigtails.

Instead of the black shirt and yellow tie you’d worn the night before, the head caterer handed you a white button-down shirt and black bowtie.

Once everyone was dressed, you, Felix, and a few other waitstaffers piled into the catering van. The president’s house was only a block away from the campus, but too far to push the catering carts. After arriving and unloading the van, it was time to start setting up in the house. The van went back to be loaded with the food for the event.

A woman let you in. You weren’t sure if she was house staff or the president’s wife. She led you and the others to a dining room. Three large tables were set up. The head caterer informed everyone of which tables were for dining and which was for the food setup.

Being a smaller venue, there wasn’t much opportunity for chitchat as there was the night before. Part of you wanted to talk with Felix more about Yeji and Hyunjin, and defend yourself a bit against Hyunjin’s outburst, but you didn’t need or want other staffers to overhear or become involved. Instead, you all just worked in comfortable silence setting the tables.

When the van came back, you really wished Changbin had been there. Two large warmers were in the van and needed to be taken to the kitchen. One of the male staffers lifted them out of the van while you and Felix carefully placed each on the ground and slowly rolled them. In the kitchen you opened them to check to make sure the plates of food weren’t too disheveled from the trip.

Just as at the banquet, when everything was ready, you all stood against the wall and waited for the event to start. Some elderly people arrived who you assumed to be some alumni of the school. Some of the guests you took as professors, and some younger people you assumed as students.

It seemed that everyone who was supposed to be there was there. The head caterer had you and another staffer walk around offering drinks. That’s when a stocky man stood at the threshold of the dining room wearing what looked to be a wedding dress.

Your mouth parted as you took in his appearance. The dress itself looked old-fashioned with shoulder pads and long sleeves. Then there was his makeup, which looked like smudged eyeliner and mascara as if he’d been caught in the rain or crying. The look was completed by his hair which for the most part was spiked up into a fauxhawk. He looked proud of himself as he took in the shocked expressions of everyone in the room.

Feeling a nudge at your elbow, Felix was trying to get your attention. You walked back with him to the waiting wall.

The androgynously-dressed man finally welcomed everyone for coming, establishing he was the school’s president.

You looked to Felix, who was not doing a great job to hide his smile and even laughter. “That’s the president?”

“Yeah,” he bit his lip to stifle his grin.

“I thought Changbin said he was conservative?” Looking at the president again, you couldn’t imagine other men who labeled themselves as conservative waltzing to their party in a dress. Hell, you’d been to a great many universities before and had seen your fair share of presidents. You couldn’t picture any of them being this theatric.

“President Park tends to practice the mantra of ‘do as I say, not as I do.’ He thinks causing shock and awe keeps alumni and donors interested so they keep investing in the school.”

President Park walked around the room to greet all of his guests, which really seemed like more of an act. It didn’t look to you like he cared about any of them being there, he just liked the attention.

A staffer walked past you carrying a tray of red wine, but you didn’t recognize them. You hadn’t seen them helping with any of the catering in the morning. Before you could ask Felix if he’d recognized them, they tripped and spilled all of the drinks on the president, staining the dress and causing several gasps from onlookers.

Your first instinct was to rush over to him with napkins, but two other staffers you didn’t recognize walked to either side of him. They pulled on the shoulders of the dress, ripping it and pulling it away from the president’s body, revealing a lace bodysuit the same color as the wine. He stepped out of the rest of the dress, smiling and showing off his wardrobe change.

The fake staff cleared away the ruined dress and you looked at Felix who was full-blown unable to hide his smile at seeing your reaction.

Thankfully the head caterer summoned you all to the kitchen to start loading up the plates of food. Felix held the large tray on his shoulder while you placed each plate of food on it. When there was no tray space, you asked how he felt about the weight. After suggesting he could handle more, you put plates in between empty spaces. His tray was as full as it could be, so you carefully led him into the dining room.

President Park had everyone sitting, waiting for their meal. A pedestal was already set up and you helped Felix set the tray down. You and a few others began setting the plates of food in their designated places.

Focusing on serving each plate on the correct side and being sure not to knock into any of their drinking glasses, you weren’t really listening to their chatter. When the last plate was taken from the tray, Felix lifted it easily and the second tray came from the kitchen, which you helped to set on the pedestal.

Once all meals were served, half of the staff went back to the kitchen to prepare desserts and the other half stayed in the dining room to refill water and wine glasses.

One of the older guests bumped into one of their glasses, spilling the contents all over the table. You quickly moved to their aid and dabbed a dish towel over the spilled liquid. After assuring them it was fine and not to worry about it, you promised to bring them a new glass. When you returned, President Park was staring at you with an amused grin.

“You’re new. I don’t recognize you.”

“Ah,” you gave a polite smile. “I arrived with the visiting dance instructor.”

His face changed from amused to displeased. Instead of speculating on it further, you decided to clear salad plates. Less clutter would mean less spills.

While in the kitchen, you could hear the conversation in the dining room becoming jovial and louder.

All of the desserts were ready to go, so you and the other staffers waited against the wall in the dining room to clear plates when the meal was finished.

You ignored all the mindless chatter once again until President Park’s voice boomed over the rest. “Leave it to a woman to ruin a man’s career.”

Everyone’s attention, even the waitstaffers’ and head caterer’s were now on him .

“And how shameful that the trollop injured herself on a stripper pole. It’s disgraceful to take such a job in the first place, but to then not even know how to do it properly?” He let out a haughty chuckle.

Your pulse beat loudly in your ears as anger took over and your blood rushed to your face. Too focused on not acting on your emotions, you only caught bits and pieces of the conversation as he continued.

“It’s lucky Mr. Hwang can still even audition. That’ll teach him to rely on Jezebels. He should really drop dance altogether and focus on his art career. I don’t even know why we still fund the dance department.”

“Excuse me?” You hadn’t meant to say anything, but attacking Yeji, Hyunjin, and now the entire dance department?

All eyes were now on you. You weren’t entirely sure of what you were going to say, but given how angry you were, you were sure it was nothing short of a demon possessing you.

Before you could say more, the head caterer placed their hand on your shoulder. “Dessert is ready. We wanted to see if anyone was still working on their meals?” When the president and guests fell back into mindless chatter about the food, the head caterer whispered to you to get some air.

You couldn’t help but pace once you were outside. You also completely understood why Hyunjin snapped at you the way he did. If this was the ridiculous bullshit the president of the school was saying about the accident, what were others even saying?

And what kind of asshole becomes president of a fine arts school, and hates dance? Dance is a fine art! It was a good thing the dance department did have their own funding. You could only assume many of the alumni cared for and made noise about the department which is why Park couldn’t get rid of it as he probably desperately wanted to.

One of the waitstaff retrieved you when the meal was over and it was time to clean up. You beelined for the kitchen, dumping drink remnants in the sink before putting glasses in the slotted dishwash racks.

“You had something to say to me?” a voice sounded behind you.

Turning, you saw President Park behind you. Behind him was Felix, who no longer looked amused, but nervous, maybe even scared as he shook his head, indicating not to say anything.

You took a long look at the president and realized Felix was right. If you said exactly what was on your mind, you could risk Yunho’s job and potential to come back as a visiting artist at the school. “It was as the head caterer said, I was seeing who was finished with lunch and was ready for dessert.”

A smug smirk settled on his face as he looked you over, which made you feel unsettled.

He said nothing else to you, then traipsed back to the other room to bid farewell to his guests.

When everyone was back in the dining hall kitchen and you were polishing silver trays which couldn’t be sent to the dishwasher, Felix came to you. “Are you okay?”

Sighing, you took a deep breath. “Yeah. Thanks for making sure I held my tongue. I guess I wasn’t prepared for what kind of conservative he is.”

Grinning, he picked up a cleaning towel and helped with polishing. “If it makes you feel better, I’m pretty sure most of the students and professors hate him. I think a lot of the alums also don’t like him.”

“How is he still keeping his job then?”

“Trustees like him. He’s good at schmoozing.”

You shook your head in disgust. “Politics.”

Half an hour later there was nothing else to clean or put away for catering. After returning the uniforms, the head caterer gave everyone a to-go box filled with leftovers and a dessert. They promised to message you if they needed any other help for catering or dining hall services during your stay at the campus.

Looking down at the food containers, you knew exactly what you wanted to do with them.

“Well,” Felix started, “I gotta get to class, but I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“Before you go, I think I want to check in on Yeji. If the president is saying all that, I can only imagine what terrible things she’s dealing with on top of being injured. Could you tell me how to get to her dorm?”

“Sure,” he agreed and gave you directions. He then handed you his school ID card. “It’s a keycard; the only way you can get into dorm buildings. I’ll be down in the dance studio later, and you can drop it off there if it’s okay.”

“Yeah, I can do that. Thanks! I’ll see you later.”

Following his instructions and using the keycard to get into the building, you climbed stairs to the correct floor and searched for her room number.

You were surprised after knocking on the door to see Changbin answering it. Looking back at the door number, you looked back to him. “Hey, sorry, I must have confused the room number, I was looking for Yeji.”

He opened the door further to reveal her lounging on her bed with her leg propped up.

“Hi,” you waved to her. You looked at Changbin. “We missed you at catering today.”

He looked at his watch then back to you. “Sorry, I’m late getting to class. I’ll see you around though.” He turned to Yeji. “You’ll call me if you need help, right?”

“Just get to class, loser.” Her words weren’t harsh, but playful.

Changbin blushed but nodded and removed himself from the doorway.

You lifted the boxes in your hands. “I brought you some food.”

Yeji smiled and waved you to come in.

After handing her the boxes you felt a little awkward. “I wanted to check in on how you’re doing.”

She sighed dramatically but grinned as she sent the food boxes next to her on the bed. “I’ve been better.”

“Oh, I bet.”

“I’m sure you’ve heard all kinds of rumors about what happened.” She gestured for you to sit, so you grabbed her desk chair and spun it to face her then sat.

“Well, I heard from Yunho and Felix, so I hope those are reliable sources.”

She nodded. “For the most part.”

You could tell there was more she wasn’t saying. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really. It’s done and there’s nothing more that can really be done about it. People will say what they want to say regardless.”

“I’m sorry.” You tried to give a sympathetic smile.

“On the up and up, my doctors say my ankle will be completely healed in eight weeks. Seonghwa was able to sweet talk the dance company to let me audition next season.”

“That’s great, I'm happy to hear it.” But it made you curious. “Hyunjin won’t wait for you?”

The way she beamed made you more curious, as if there was some kind of secret you weren’t clued into. “Lucky for me, my parents are well off, so I don’t need a job right after graduation or even at all. It’s just something I love and want to pursue.”She made herself more comfortable on her bed. “But Hyunjin doesn’t have that luxury. If he doesn’t get into a company, it could be his last shot at dance.”

Your guilt came back anew about being angry with him yesterday. He really did have too much to stress about. It seemed impossible these days for kids fresh from school to find jobs, let alone ones they were passionate about.

Her chuckle was soft. “It’s kinda cute that you worry about him.”

“What?” You weren’t worried about Hyunjin. You were worried about her. She was the reason you came, and with food!

“So you’re not worried about him needing to find another dance partner for the audition?”

Now you were just confused. “Why does he need a partner? Can’t he just do a solo audition?”

Sitting up in bed, her features became more animated, excited to explain the situation. “We’ve each already auditioned for the company, but they want to see how we work with other dancers, if we can have chemistry, so this audition requires a partner. If he shows up alone, it could make them think he’s difficult to work with and they won’t sign him.”

That seemed so complicated. You’d never heard of a dance company requiring that. Though thinking of every Step Up movie, they did seem to have more boom in their routine when they were partnered.

Partnered. “Has he been able to find anyone to . . . uh . . .”

“Replace me?” She laughed more.

“Yes, sorry for asking.”

“It’s fine,” she tucked hair behind her ear. “Changbin offered since he’s not busy with the senior showcase and pretty much knows the routine.”

That was a bit unexpected, especially since Changbin seemed kinda put off about their routine at the banquet, but then you remembered the jealousy in his voice later, and the way he looked at Yeji.

Deciding since she kept trying to suggest something between you and Hyunjin, you might try the same. “He’s in love with you, you know.”

She didn’t look at you as her smile grew wide. “Yeah, I know.”

Another surprise. “Do you like him, too?”

She looked up at you smugly. “Maybe.”

“You’re not gonna tell him?”

“It’s his move. I want a man, not a boy, which means he needs to grow some and tell me how he feels.”

You couldn’t blame her there. There was nothing sexier than a man who could express his feelings and have the confidence to back them up,

The two of you laughed.

Yeji lifted one of her boxes of food. “Did you eat?”

You brought the food for her; you didn’t want to take it from her. Lifting your hands, you shook your head. “It’s all for you, I’m okay.”

“You’re gonna make me eat alone?”

It was hard not to smile. Yeji was very good at manipulating the situations around her, which you also admired about her.

She nodded toward the desk. “There are forks and spoons in the drawer.”

It was fun spending the afternoon with Yeji. After eating and speaking with her, you certainly felt better about her situation, and knew no matter what asinine things the president or anyone else said, it would all roll off her back.

Unfortunately, you didnt think the same could be said for Hyunjin. Though Yeji seemed cool about everything, Hyunjin was definitely upset.

It irked you that Yeji was right and you were worried about him. However, you weren’t allowing yourself to delve further into those feelings. He found a replacement partner in Changbin, so he was set, Yeji could audition in the fall, so she was set, and neither of them had anything to do with you or Yunho, so you were set.

Tired from those grueling stairs to the dance building, you took your time to walk to the studio. The door was propped open when you arrived. A few students were sitting in front of the dance mirrors and along the windows. You saw Felix on the opposite side of the studio and waved. In the center of the floor were Hyunjin and Changbin, getting ready to perform.

Bangchan saw you and motioned for you to come into the room. Hyunjin saw this and looked in your direction.

Not wanting to further get on his bad side, you slinked as close to the wall without bumping into anyone as you could until you were up with Bangchan.

The music started and so did the performance. It was the same one Hyunjin and Yeji had done at the banquet. Changbin was just as gifted a dancer, and did seem to have mastered the moves. However, you felt that the piece left you just as wanting as the first time you saw it, only this time you understood why.

As they continued, some of the dancers watching cheered and clapped during sharp and sudden moves, like Hyunjin’s height change when he knelt to the floor.

You felt arms hug around you and smiled as Yunho rested his chin on the top of your head.

When the performance finished, everyone clapped and cheered. Bangchan and Seonghwa were next to Changbin, warmly patting his shoulders and telling him their thoughts.

But Hyunjin was walking right toward you. “What?”

“What?” You were taken aback from his sudden confrontation.

“I can see it on your face. You have an opinion. Let’s have it.”

Raising your hands in defense you shook your head. “I don’t have one, really.”

Yunho let go of you and stood beside you, looking at you now. “It’s okay if you do, baby. Anything you think about their dance could help them with the audition.”

Heat rushed to your face as you felt more attention focused on you. Seonghwa and Bangchan were now looking at you. Felix had made his way across the room. Other dancers also watched you curiously.

“I’m not a dancer, in any way. My thoughts are completely irrelevant.”

Thinking he was the weak link your opinion was about, Changbin stepped towards you as well. “All critiques are welcome. I want to be ready for the audition.” He gave an encouraging smirk.

The thing was, you were pretty sure what you had to say wouldn’t affect Changbin and would surely make Hyunjin hate you further. But with all eyes on you and a growing pressure, you couldn’t help but blurt, “Isn’t the point of this supposed to be chemistry?”

Everyone looked surprised, except Hyunjin. He looked annoyed. “Excuse me?”

You felt flustered. This is why you didn’t want to say anything. “Nevermind.”

Yunho rubbed your arm. “No, go ahead, baby. Tell them your thoughts.”

Feeling nervous under Hyunjin’s gaze, you weren’t sure you had the gaul to say your thoughts, but Yunho gave you an encouraging hand squeeze.

“Well,” you exhaled, “you’ve already auditioned before, right? This audition is supposed to be about chemistry.”

Everyone just stared at you, not seeming to yet grasp your point.

You breathed out again slowly. “Well, where is it?”

Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed. “Where’s what?”

“The chemistry?!” You hadn’t meant to say it so loud, but golly, you couldn’t have been the only one to have noticed. There were 3 dance instructors in the room as well as dance students. Someone else must have noticed.

All eyes continued on you, so you kept going. “The dancing isn’t the problem. You both dance well. You look good. But you don’t touch each other. Hell, you don’t even look at each other. There’s not even a chance for chemistry. You’re just two machines going through the motions.”

“I can see her point,” Bangchan spoke up. “With Yeji, because you two have a history, we could sense the slightest bit of chemistry between you, despite the lack of touch. But between you and Changbin,” he let his sentence fade.

A chatter started up with the students.

Feeling uncomfortable with creating a problem, perhaps having a solution would make the vein in Hyunjin’s neck go away.

“Maybe someone else could fill in?” you suggested. You didn’t want to take away the opportunity from Changbin, but perhaps there was someone else who got along with Hyunjin better.

Changbin didn’t seem at all bothered by your remark. He playfully slapped Hyunjin on the shoulder. “Maybe we should go out on a date to work on our chemistry.”

Mad as you suspected he’d be, Hyunjin shrugged off Changbin. “No, no one else can fill in, Ms. Fix-it. All the other seniors have their own routine to prepare for the showcase, everyone else has exams and papers to worry about.” He sneered at you. “What, you wanna do it?”

You sighed. You knew he’d be sensitive about it, which is why you never wanted to say anything in the first place.

“It’s not a bad idea.” All eyes were now on Felix.

“It was a joke, Felix.” Hyunjin scoffed.

“Well, there were definitely sparks the other night when you danced.” Felix’s remark earned some sounds of agreement from the other dancers in the studio.

“No, it’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard.”

“I can’t even dance.” Despite his bad attitude, you were with Hyunjin on this one.

“Hyun, you’re a strong partner, you can lead anybody,” Seonghwa encouraged him.

“And I can help like I was going to before when Yeji was still in the mix,” Yunho chimed in. “We can even practice at home.”

It was clear Hyunjin felt like he was being attacked. “But you heard her! She can’t even dance! She can’t do it! She cannot do it.”

You had absolutely no desire to dance. You didn’t dance! Yunho danced. You bobbed your head to the radio while washing dishes or tapped your foot. You saying that you couldn’t dance was one thing, but hearing Hyunjin say you couldn’t had turned it into an open challenge and before you had any control, the same demon who came to your throat at the luncheon returned. “I’ll do it.”

#yunho #jeong yunho #hyunjin #ateez #stray kids #ateez yunho #yunho ateez scenarios #yunho ateez fics #hyunjin scenarios #hyunjin fics #kpop scenarios #kpop fics #ateez scenarios #ateez fics #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fics

9 notes · View notes

daebakinc · 1 month

Text

DIRTY DANCING (1987) dir. Emile Ardolino

1K notes · View notes

daebakinc · 2 months

Note

what the heck why doesn’t your dirty dancing fic have more notes?? it’s so good!! more people need to know about this lol 🫶

Bless you sweet child.

Feel free to reblog and share it with your friends lolol.

2 notes · View notes

daebakinc · 2 months

Text

Right, considering the current state of corporate politics on this site, and that it seems that only those affected seem to be actively speaking on the matter, it is up to I, the only fucking cishet on tumblr, to drag this out to a wider audience.

REBLOG IF YOUR ACCOUNT IS A TRANSFEM SAFE SPACE.

We need to show these higher ups how much we truly value them.

66K notes · View notes

daebakinc · 2 months

Note

Ahhhh I love your Dirty Dancing fic so much. I love when Hyunjin is written as intense, passionate, and a bit mysterious/enigmatic haha. I can’t wait to read more scenes with him and read more of this story! I’m interested to see how he, Yunho (love him too) and y/n will get together. The next part can’t come fast enough 🥰

Thank you so much, sweet baby angel!

I'm still figuring it out myself, and Hyunjin, Yunho, Yeji, and even Changbin have a lot of their own ideas as I write, so we'll see what happens together.

~Admin V

0 notes

daebakinc · 2 months

Text

Dirty, Dirty Dancing Pt. 2 (M)

A Dirty Dancing AU

Pairing: Yunho X Female Reader X Hyunjin (polyamorous relationship)

Word Count: 4.6K

Synopsis: The college campus where boyfriend, Yunho, is a visiting dance instructor seems like every other university you’ve visited until a secret party reveals it’s anything but. After a drunken mishap, promising dance student, Hyunjin, is left without a dance partner. Enlisted in helping him before a big audition, you begin to catch feelings for him. Can you help him and maintain a relationship with your boyfriend?

Part 1

~Admin V

The three of you stood outside the door with your watermelons in hand. Your eyes had to be as big as saucers. Sure, you’d seen videos of pole dancing, or when there were performances on talent-search shows, but never in person, or so many.

There was a cacophony of students on the poles. Some poles had only one person, but there were some with two. Some students were fully clothed, others in shorts or less. Legs and arms dangled in the air as the dancers spun in circles. If their feet were on the ground, they rolled their bodies against the poles or clung to the pole with one hand as they did floor tricks.

There was so much to see and take in you didn’t know where to look. “Where’d they learn to do that?”

Changbin cracked a smile. “Kids are doing it back home in their basements.”

Felix shook his head. “There’s a couple of classes they teach here, hence why there’s so many poles.”

You mouthed an “ah” and looked back to all the dancers.

Nudging against your shoulder, Changbin wiggled his eyebrows and hips at you. “Wanna try it?”

You quickly shook your head and looked away from him, which made him chuckle. Yunho was the dancer of the two of you. You were lucky not to step on feet when dancing. You couldn’t fathom being able to dance on a pole.

Felix was also smiling. “Come on.” He led the way through the mass of students.

Those who weren’t on poles were paired off or in groups, dancing very close together and grinding. Felix expertly weaved between them. You tried to make yourself as small as possible to not touch anyone until you were all at the back of the room. There was a table filled with snacks and drinks, which is where you set down the watermelons.

Once your arms were free, the three of you turned and leaned against the table as you watched all the excitement in the room.

Changbin nudged you again. “Can you imagine if they did dancing like this in the student performances we saw tonight?”

“Well why not? If the school provides classes, why wouldn’t there be performances with the poles?” You looked on with fascination as a dancer at the top of a pole dropped down quickly, stopping before reaching the floor and spun around like it was nothing.

Felix leaned in so you could hear him over the music. “Our professors might be progressive, but the president and alums are not. They’d close the school down first before ever allowing a pole performance.”

“How’d the school get the poles then if they’re against it? Aren’t those the people who would pay for them?”

“Dance department has its own funding. And even if the president had to sign off on something, he’s so stupid, he’d probably assume they were just ballet bars or something.” Changbin chuckled to himself before bringing a red solo cup to his lips. “Fuckin’ Jinyoung Park”

So, conservative president and alumni. How did that work at a liberal arts school? You wondered if that’s why Hyunjin and Yeji made no contact in their performance.

Think of the devil, the couple walked into the room, eliciting some cheers from the other dancers present. Someone handed Hyunjin a beer, which he sipped from and handed back then shook his hair from his half ponytail. Yeji was grabbed into a huddle of girls.

It wasn’t long before she took hold of a pole. Hyunjin was quickly behind her. As he grabbed the bar, she supported herself on his arms. He held them both up with his arms and began spinning. Yeji lifted her legs, allowing Hyunjin space to wrap his legs around the pole. As he raised them, it allowed for Yeji to sit in his lap as they continued to spin.

Hyunjin was the one supporting them, but the way Yeji clung to him, or moved in her own way on the pole made it look so beautiful. Artistic even.

“You’d think they were a couple, wouldn’t you?” Felix popped a pretzel in his mouth.

“Well aren’t they?”

“No,” Changbin chimed in. “Not since freshman year.”

Looking at Changbin, you instantly knew he had no beef with Yeji. He was in love with her, and just as mesmerized by their dancing as you were.

You refocused your attention to watch them twirl to the music. It was a shame they couldn’t do a pole performance, especially for an audition. Not that there was anything wrong with the performance they did at the banquet, but this was way more intriguing. They made the dancing on the pole look so easy, but you could see from the strain of each of their muscles that it was anything but.

The song ended. Hyunjin carefully lowered them back to the ground. He whispered something to Yeji, in which she nodded her head. Then he left her side and was walking directly toward you.

The moment he saw you, something sparked in his eyes. He reached on the table for two drinks, then looked to Changbin and Felix. “What’s she doing here?” The confusion from the banquet was no longer in his gaze.

“She came with us,” Felix popped another pretzel in his mouth.

“I carried a watermelon.”

Hyunjin just stared at you like you were an idiot, and frankly, after blurting something so stupid, you felt like one. He said nothing else and took the drinks back to Yeji.

The song changed, which caused loud cheers from everyone. It must’ve been a line-dance the way most everyone left the poles and were gathering next to each other on the floor.

“It’s the Wobble!” Changbin left your side to join the other dancers.

“Come dance with us,” Felix waited for you to follow.

“I leave the dancing to Yunho.”

“You sure?” It looked like he was willing to stand with you and miss the song.

“You go dance. I’ll be fine here. I should actually probably head out soon.”

He gave a smile. “Okay. Well, I’ll see you for catering for the luncheon.” And he was off to join his friends.

The Wobble actually seemed fun, just bouncing and shaking. Your self-preservation instincts were quite high, however, and you were not about to embarrass yourself in front of trained dancers.

The music changed to another line dance.

Busy watching Felix and Changbin have fun, you didn’t notice Hyunjin next to you until his arm stretched in front of you; an offer to dance.

Raising your hands, you shook your head. “I’m okay, I don’t dance.”

His arm remained, and even shook to signal to take it.

Looking at him, you could see from his stare he wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer. Oh gods you didn’t want to, but found yourself taking his hand somehow.

He led you to one of the now empty poles. You felt all the color leave your face. “I cannot pole dance. I’ve never done it before.”

He let go of your hand, trusting you wouldn’t run. Hyunjin positioned himself on the pole, hoisting his frame one handed while wrapping his leg snuggly around the pole.

You weren’t sure of what you were supposed to do. That’s when Hyunjin motioned with his finger to come to him. Feet moving on their own, you were next to him and the pole.

“Sit on my leg.”

He couldn’t be serious. “I can’t sit on you.”

His eyebrow raised in amusement. “You can’t sit?”

“I’m too heavy.”

He quickly looked bored. Then his gaze moved to his arm, making you look at it as well. It was thick with muscle. His focus moved downward to his leg. It too, was quite impressively large. “I think I can handle it.”

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he could. Your choices were to run now while you had the chance, or sit on him as requested. Exhaling slowly, you reached for the pole and lifted yourself onto his leg.

“Do you feel comfortable?”

“I guess so. I have to let go of the pole, don’t I?”

“Do you want to let go?”

Not really, but you were already sitting on him. There was no turning back now. With one arm around his lower back, you rested your free hand on his thigh.

He looked into your eyes. “I won’t let you fall.” As soon he said it, his foot holding you both steady lifted from the floor and you both began spinning. Scared from the sudden movement, you hugged against him.

You were very aware that your face was on his chest, especially as his scent invaded your nose. It reminded you of being out on campus, flowery and woodsy. But you were too scared of falling to back away and sit comfortably.

“It was you earlier.”

Not saying anything, you remained in your clinging-for-dear-life position.

“Down by the lake,” he continued. “You were watching me paint.”

“Yeah,” was all you could muster.

Realizing your fear, Hyunjin put his foot back on the ground to stop the spinning. “I told you I wouldn’t let you fall. Look at me.”

Loosening your grip, you lifted from hugging his side and looked at him.

His foot lifted again so you were twirling, but before you could koala-squeeze him again, he lifted your chin with his free hand. “Just look at me. You’re okay.”

Moving his hand inward made the two of you spin even faster which didn’t help your worry about falling, but you convinced yourself to trust him.

You stared into his eyes as the two of you spun and allowed yourself to feel the motion of it. Not brave enough to look away, you kept your attention on his face.

He was staring at you intensely, maybe hoping to transfer some courage through his stare.

Yunho came to mind as you stared at Hyunjin. The second you’d met Yunho, you found him breathtakingly handsome. As you got to know him, you saw his cute, puppy-dog features. But looking at Hyunjin, he was a different kind of handsome. He was stunning in his own way. Beautiful in his intensity. You wondered if he had any cute features that would offset it.

He didn’t spin you for long before putting his foot back on the floor and helping you to the ground. “I would’ve tried another position, but you still seem too nervous.”

“I don’t like making a fool of myself.”

An expression like he was trying to figure you out while thinking about what you said crossed his face. He didn’t say anything else and walked away.

Not realizing you’d been staring off once he left, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Damn girl, you certainly caught Hyunjin’s attention.” Yeji, brought her cup to her lips, clearly seeking some hot gossip.

You felt shy and pushed your hair behind your ear. “I think he just saw I was by myself and didn’t want me to feel left out.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure. That move he just did with you is called the Cupid.” She smiled and wiggled her eyebrows at you. Hopefully, it was just the alcohol talking.

“He probably just chose it because it made his leg available for me to sit on and I didn’t have to do anything.”

She didn’t say anything more, but her smile became wider until she too left you in your thoughts.

Thinking it would be better to leave before someone else tried to drag you on a pole, you were soon trekking across campus to the visiting artist guest house.

From the looks of it, Yunho didn’t arrive home much before you. “Did you just get in?” You took your shoes off by the door.

“I did. The guys had a lot of stories to share.” He took off his button-down shirt, leaving him in a tank. “I’m surprised you’re coming home so late.”

“Yeah,” you shook your hair out of the tight, catering-approved bun. “My coworkers needed help with some watermelons.” Walking towards him, you wrapped your hands around his face. “Hi.”

Yunho grinned. “Hi.” His lips pressed gently against yours.

“You know the school has stripper poles?”

“You saw them?” A look of envy crossed his face.

“It’s where the watermelons needed to be.” You pecked his lips again.

Pushing you back slightly to study your face, he asked, “Did you try it?” The grin on his face told you he already knew you wouldn’t try it on your own.

“Actually, one of your students coaxed me into it.”

“Nu uh,” he chuckled, thinking you were joking. He took off his tank.

“Well, he used the pole, I just kinda held on to him.”

“You’re being serious?” The laughter was now gone from his face.

You nodded, which made Yunho beam in a new way,

He hugged you into his arms. “Which student?”

“Why, are you going to threaten them for touching your girl?”

“Not at all,” he kissed your nose. “I’m gonna give him extra marks for making my baby try something new and adventurous.”

“Does it really matter?”

“No,” he went back to kissing your mouth, reminding you of the promise to continue the morning's activities.

Groaning, you pushed against him. “I’m still gross from work. And after I shower, I think I’ll be too sleepy.”

The smirk never left his face. “I can always shower with you.”

Raising your eyebrow, you sighed. “How much showering would actually take place?”

He knew he had you. “You’ll get clean. I promise.”

Unable to resist his proud little smirk, you continued removing your clothes, causing him to take off the rest of his.

It was a shower/bathtub combo, and once the two of you figured out how to switch the setting to shower, he was a man of his word. He massaged your scalp when shampooing your hair and scrubbed your back and other hard to reach places when soaping up. Of course, he couldn’t help himself when washing your chest and took longer than necessary to clean the area until your nipples were hard.

You turned so your back was to him to wash your face under the water. That’s when his arms snaked around your chest and tummy to pull you against him.

Turning your head, you looked back at him. “Cleaning is over?”

“Yes,” he whispered before nibbling on your earlobe.

The sensation sent a shiver through your body.

Yunho’s hands were instantly over your chest again. He cupped your breasts in each hand. He was gentle as he massaged them, until his thumbs and forefingers reached to pinch your nipples.

Your moan surprised you. The sudden pressure from the pinch sent waves of arousal through your tummy.

“They’re still nice and hard from their washing.” You could hear the proud smirk in his voice. “Should I pinch them again?” His breath was warm against your ear.

You pushed your head back against him. “Yes.”

He squeezed the hard buds again, giving way to another cry of pleasure from you. “How many times should I tweak them, baby?” He pinched them again. “Another?” Again. “One more time?” Again.

Each press of your nipples sent a jolt through you. “Keep doing it, please Yunho.”

Yunho chuckled, the sound loud and deep as he spoke into your ear. “But what if I want to give you more?”

His hands released your breasts, making you whimper at the loss of heat. With his left arm he held your chest and pulled you snuggly against him while his right hand slid slowly down your tummy. “Open your legs for me, baby.”

You did as you were told.

The arm over your chest pressed tighter against you, holding you firmly in place as his other arm slid down and you felt his fingers on your clitoris. There was no comparison to the feel of his skin versus the silicon of San. He’d barely begun touching you, and the swells of elation were already coursing to your toes.

His fingertips moved slowly, stroking upward against you.

Reaching up, your hands gripped against his arm. A moan sounded out as he switched his movements to slow, deliberate circles.

He focused his lips on your neck now, pressing soft kisses against it, causing you to moan again. Your sounds were turning him on and soon you could feel the hard evidence against your back.

“Yunho,” you breathed as he sped up his circling. Your legs began shaking from trying to hold yourself up as he was bringing you closer to orgasm.

“You’re already so close for me?”

Squeezing his arm, you pressed your head back against him. “You feel better than San.” You couldn’t help but whimper when he changed direction of his circles.

He chuckled against your ear. “I love hearing that.” As he left kisses against your shoulder this time, his fingers slid down from your clit and pushed into your warmth. “And so wet for me, too.”

His fingers didn’t stay in you long. Now slick from you, he rubbed them upward on your clit once again, the new potency wracking your body with endorphins and causing echoes from your moaning.

“You’re ready, aren’t you, baby? You want to cum for me?”

“I don’t want you to stop, it feels too good,” your response was louder than intended, making him laugh.

His fingers went back to a circling motion, going at a devastatingly slow pace.

“Yunho, please,” you couldn’t help but whine.

He wasn’t much for teasing, but he lived for evoking any sound he could from your lips. He moved the circles much faster. Then faster. Faster.

With your legs shaking, you held onto his arm tighter, your orgasm finally going over the edge as water continued cascading down the two of you.

Yunho moved his hand from between your legs and wrapped his arm back around your tummy until you were able to hold yourself up on your own.

He kissed your ear then whispered in it again. “I want to be inside you, baby. Do you want to feel how much I want you?”

Goosebumps raised up your arms.

“Gods, yes, I wanna feel you.”

Your answer made him chuckle more.

Carefully spinning you around, his lips found yours. His hands pressed against your lower back, making sure your skin was against his. You knew he was needy, but he did a good job of hiding his desperation. He kissed you slowly, memorizing the shape of your lips, then their taste. When his tongue became involved, one of his hands slid down your back, over your ass and grabbed your thigh to lift it, pulling your leg to wrap around him. With your leg out of the way, he stepped his foot up on the corner ledge of the tub. Sensing your unease from the height imbalance, he pushed against you until your shoulder and upper back were against the tiled wall.

Shifting only to make sure he was secure and that neither of you would slip in this position, Yunho pressed his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes. “Okay, baby?”

Your breath caught from his gaze, but you were able to give a shaky “yes” in response as you held onto his biceps.

Not needing further prompting, he guided his length to your entrance.

A thrill of endorphins encompassed your body when you heard the loud groan from Yunho. “Damn, baby. You feel so good.”

You could only respond with a whimper of your own. He felt good to you, too. You felt so full as his girth stretched you.

He moved his hips carefully, rolling them at a slow tempo to keep balance. Yunho held onto your lower back, his other hand pressed against the shower wall. Whenever he thrusted into you, his hand squeezed against your lower back, the sounds of his and your pleasure rising.

The friction of his thrusts continued to stimulate your clitoris. Each gyration into you caused his tip to rub against your g-spot.

Out of your control, your legs once again shook. The foot still on the shower floor slipped, and scared to fall, you quickly grabbed onto Yunho’s shoulders.

Stopping his movements, he held you against him, his mouth over your ear. “You’re okay, baby. I won’t let you fall.” He continued slow, hard thrusts into you.

A new shiver coursed down your spine. Your mind was no longer in the bathroom with Yunho, but back to the pole with Hyunjin. The heat of his chest as your face was pressed against it. The weight of your leg on his thigh. The intensity in his eyes as he stared at you, promising not to let you fall. His eyes pierced you, dark, focused, full of strength and curiosity. And you felt him pumping into you. Harder. Rougher. Faster.

You felt dizzy like you were spinning with him again. You looked into the deep dark chocolate of his eyes. His thrusts were getting faster and harder and more aggressive and your clit was getting such pressure from the motion of it all. I won’t let you fall. Look at me rang through your ears and you couldn’t control yourself from screaming out. You were reaching the peak of your breaking point.

“Fuck,” your nails dug into Yunho’s shoulders as your climax took over your body, moans slightly stifled into Yunho’s chest. As you squeezed around him, you felt his body shake as he was close to his own orgasm.

“Baby, hold onto my shoulders.”

Once you were gripping him tightly, Yunho lowered his foot from the ledge and lowered your leg from around him. He pushed your hips away from him as he pulled out. His moan was deep and loud as he came, his ejaculate getting on both of your stomachs. He leaned his head on your shoulders. He pinned you with both of his hands on either side of you.

The two of you panted trying to catch your breaths. It was hard to tell if the shaking was from your bodies’ satisfaction, or shivering from the water no longer feeling warm against your skin.

Your hands rubbed against his shoulders to help him calm down, and to help you stay distracted. You were allowing yourself to focus on Yunho and not think too deeply about why you just came as hard as you did without him in your thoughts.

When he quieted, he lifted his head to look at you. “I guess we should’ve saved the washing for after,” he grinned.

“Yeah,” was all you could muster.

Yunho chuckled. “It was a lot more passionate than I was expecting, too. I thought it at least would’ve taken longer after you already got off with San earlier.”

Moving your hands from his shoulders, you took hold of his face. You loved this face. The sharpness of his jawline. The pout of his lips. The furrow of his brow. So why wasn’t it his face in your mind just now that pushed you into euphoria?

He watched you in interest and mistook your silence as being overcome from the sex.

“I can wash us again, my love.” He kissed your nose, then your lips, before breaking your hold and doing as he said.

You on the other hand continued to overthink the situation. You didn’t exactly feel guilty. What was there to be guilty about? Yunho knew you’d done the pole dancing earlier. But, you didn’t disclose who you danced with. It’s not like you couldn’t just tell him. The two of you rarely kept any secrets from each other. However, you also didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Telling him it wasn’t only him who brought you to a withering mess would certainly do that.

Washed, dried, and in bed wrapped in Yunho’s arms, you still couldn’t control your brain. You’d decided to tell Yunho, just maybe not until a few days later. That way, there was also still a chance you’d forget all about it and there’d be nothing to tell.

Listening to Yunho’s easy breathing, you forced yourself to concentrate on the sound and push away the shambles of your brain. Soon the heaviness of the day lulled you into sleep.

It was late into the morning when you finally woke up. Yunho was already gone, probably having taught several classes by now. He’d left a note on his pillow that he'd see you for lunch.

The school’s president’s luncheon wasn’t until tomorrow, which meant you could do some more exploring around the campus.

Part of you wanted to head back towards the lake to see if Hyunjin was there. Not that you were dying to see him, but perhaps confronting him could clear your mind of him all together. However, there was also a chance that your brain would hold onto him even more and interrupt more intimate moments with Yunho.

Thinking better of it, you headed in a new direction. The path you went down today took you on a hilly route, eventually leading you to the school library. A large gazebo in front of the building was filled with several musicians working on a composition. It took a bit of time to walk around the building, as it was quite large, before long you were at the back of it, where a willow tree grew with a koi pond underneath it.

Looking down at the fish made you smile. You wondered how Hyunjin would paint the fish and the pond. Would it be similar to how he did the lake; colorful and patchy?

Your phone vibrating in your pocket brought you back to reality. It was a message from Yunho requesting for you to bring lunch to him. There was some kind of emergency in the dance studio.

Spinning on your heel, you hiked back into the direction of the dining hall. You went in the front entrance this time, realizing you’d not actually seen it, just the kitchen. With round tables and tablecloths, it looked homier than a cafeteria.

You recognized some of the waitstaff you’d worked with the night before and were able to get to-go boxes from them. You wanted to ask if they would know anything about the emergency, but you didn’t recognize any of them from the party. They could’ve been studying other artistic disciplines.

Once the boxes were filled up and paid for, you walked to the quad where the campus map stood.

Unlucky for you, the dance studio was about as far from the dining hall as it was to the guest house. This gave you time to worry about what the emergency was. Did Yunho get hurt in class today? There was drinking at the party last night. Did campus police bust it up and get the dance students in trouble? Maybe it was nothing too serious and one of the dance mirrors just got a crack in it.

More of the same questions floated through your mind. You’d climbed a monster of a hill across campus, and now were confronted with a ridiculous number of steps leading to the dance studio. You wouldn’t have been surprised if one of the students tripped and fell down them and that was the emergency.

Finally in the building, it looked similar to the setup as the one Felix and Chanbin lead you to the night before. You were able to find the studio Yunho was teaching it and pushed open the door.

Your eyes found Yunho first. Though his face held concern, he looked fine otherwise. You recognized Bangchan and Seonghwa who both also looked worried, but not injured. A lump grew in your throat when you saw Hyunjin staring back at you. Was he the emergency? Studying his face, you saw stress, but no pain. Looking him over, his body looked fine. That’s when you noticed Yeji sitting in a chair next to him with her leg in a bright pink cast.

#yunho #jeong yunho #hyunjin #ateez #stray kids #yunho ateez scenarios #yunho ateez fics #hyunjin fics #hyunjin scenarios #ateez fics #ateez scenarios #stray kids fics #stray kids scenarios #kpop fics #kpop scenarios #kpop smut

26 notes · View notes

daebakinc · 2 months

Text

Dirty, Dirty Dancing Pt 1 (M)

A Dirty Dancing AU

Pairing: Yunho X Female Reader X Hyunjin (polyamorous relationship)

Word Count: 4.4K

~Admin V

You hadn’t picked up a whole lot before arriving at the guest artist accommodations last night, but you knew Yunho wouldn’t mind a simple breakfast of eggs and toast. You were plating them as you heard him enter the small kitchen.

“Baby, have you seen my black tights? I don’t remember where I packed them.”

Turning with breakfast in hand, you were taken aback seeing Yunho’s appearance. You’d seen him in gym attire, loungewear, and dance clothes more often than other outfits. But for some reason, his loose-fitting black v-neck and gray sweats made your stomach drop.

The question he asked was instantly forgotten. “Hmm?”

“My first classes are pilates and ballet. I need my tights. Are they in your suitcase by chance?

“Oh, I’m not sure.” You placed the meal on the small dinette. “Let me check.” Focusing on thinking of what was in your suitcase, you passed him to enter the bedroom. Lifting the suitcase to the bed, you opened it and began the search.

Yunho moved beside you, carefully moving things to look with you. He let out a small chuckle.

“Did you find them?” You looked over to him.

He was holding up your small, blue, mountain-shaped vibrator. “I forgot about San.”

Quickly grabbing the toy from him and placing it next to the suitcase, your attention went back on finding the tights. “Well, you’re often busy, and a girl has needs.”

He laughed harder this time. “I know, it’s just been some time since I last saw him. He still gets the job done then?”

“Can you please? I thought you needed the tights for class.”

It was clear he wasn’t looking anymore. “It’s my first day, I can manage in sweatpants.”

The mention of his pants made you look at him. He was looking especially good today, even just in joggers. Shaking your head, you looked at him seriously. “You still need to eat breakfast and then trek across campus to the dance studio.”

“I can make it fast.”

Your glare was humorless. “No, you can’t. You are the king of taking your time. And you don’t have time if you don’t want to be late.”

He reached beside you for the vibrator then waved your toy. “But San can.”

Your stomach dropped further. “Yunho . . .”

He moved closer to you, which made you back up in turn. The lust was clear in his eyes. “Are you saying you don’t want to orgasm before I leave for class?”

No, but if one of you were to be the responsible adult . . . plus you still didn’t find his tights. “Yunho . . .” was all you could make your brain spit out.

“So, that’s a ‘no’ to the orgasm?” He turned back to the suitcase, as if to put the toy away.

On its own fruition, your hand jerked out toward him. “Wait.”

That made him smile. He shoved the suitcase to the corner then practically threw you on the bed, making both of you laugh.

“You’re supposed to be looking for tights,” you whined as he crawled over you.

“You already gave in. You can’t scold me.”

He quickly looked over San before lifting your pajama pants and placing the long edge of the mountain against your clitoris. Happy with the positioning, he turned the vibrator on.

When alone using your toy, you would use the rounded tip of the mountain in circular motions around your clit. That was not Yunho’s method. He kept it solitary, the length of the side covering your clit and then some. It wasn’t what you were used to, which made it feel surprising and new, making your mouth part.

He laughed slightly.

“What?” You searched his face.

“I’m not usually this close to see your expression when you’re being stimulated,” he turned the vibration to a faster speed, “here.”

Your mouth opened wider as a moan sounded out. You reached for his shoulders and gripped them as endorphins raced through your body, warming your toes.

There was something sexy about him watching you, turning your arousal higher, but he wasn’t moving the toy at all, and you craved friction.

“Please, can you move it a little?”

An evil smirk appeared on his face. “No.” He pressed a button, making the vibration speed up again.

You moaned louder, your eyes fluttering shut. Your forehead creased, trying to ease some of the pressure building up. Another cry of delight left your lips when your legs started shaking.

“See, you’re already going to climax, aren’t you baby?”

You focused on the sensations pulsing against you, like ripples in a lake, flowing over your bud, through your core, stomach, out your arms and legs.

A particularly loud cry of pleasure left your lips, causing you to grip Yunho’s shoulders tighter. You inhaled his scent as he leaned in closer.

“Let it out, baby.”

Taking a deep breath, your whole body shook as the orgasm washed over you. Beads of sweat dripped from your forehead. Your eyes opened when Yunho didn’t move or turn off San.

A wide grin covered his face. “Less than 2 minutes. He does get the job done.” Keeping San in place, he moved his hand out from the elastic of your pants, took your wrist, and moved your hand over the toy.

“Yunho?”

“You’re going to orgasm for me again, and I’m going to enjoy the wonderful breakfast you made for me.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead and got off the bed.

“Yunho!” you whined.

He turned back to you and towards San. “You can’t move him.”

That caused you to whimper loudly. The sides of the toy were sticky from your ejaculate. You pressed it harder against your clit, feeling the second climax rising.

“The eggs are really good, baby.”

You ignored his words, but clung to the sound of his voice to help push you over the edge. He had said you couldn’t move San, but he said nothing about you moving. Your hips bucked up, increasing the pressure and allowing San to slide slightly. A loud moan echoed in the small room.

“Hey, I said you couldn’t move him.”

“I didn’t,” you yelled back at him. Bucking your hips again caused the same movement and you cried out.

“That’s cheating,” his voice was closer now.

Looking over, you saw him standing in the doorway. “Then come stop me.”

You weren’t prepared for him to be next to you so quickly. He held your hips down so you couldn’t gyrate them again. It wasn’t fair that he was teasing you like this before he left for work and you couldn’t do the same for him, which is when you had a realization.

You glared at him. “You’re wearing the tights, aren’t you?” Your legs spasmed as you were getting closer, making you gasp.

His chuckle was genuine as he shook his head. “I really don’t know where they are.”

Moans were coming louder and more frequently.

“Just cum for me, baby.”

And with his permission, the second orgasm warmed your body as the white heat flowed through each limb. Unable to handle any more stimulation, you pulled San from your pants then turned him off, placing him on the bed as you inhaled deeply.

Yunho released your hips and looked at the now white-coated toy.

You felt dizzy and needed to take deep inhales, but managed to concentrate on Yunho’s face. Pulling him out of his trance, you reached for his chin. “To be continued later?”

He looked up at you, licking his lips. “Absolutely.” Shaking his head, he sat on the edge of the bed next to you and rubbed your thigh. “I’ll see you for lunch?”

“Not today,” you shook your head. “I need to be at the dining hall at 1:30 for catering. Apparently, there’s a lot to do before the event tonight.”

“Ah. I’ll see you there then.” He leaned forward giving you two chaste kisses before getting up. “I have to start heading out now, baby.” Turning when he reached the doorway, he smiled at you. “If you want to take San on another round, be sure to keep me in your thoughts.”

Rolling your eyes, you smiled at him. “You’re always in my thoughts. Now go to work, you absurd man!”

His laughter echoed in the kitchen as he gathered his things. “Love you. See you tonight.”

Later after cleaning up, you decided to explore the new campus. You and Yunho had been to many campuses since he was often a visiting dance artist at universities. This one was very hilly and next to a big lake.

The school-provided housing was close to the main buildings which were old and made of brick or stone. Being late spring, the trees and flowers were all abloom and the campus smelled fresh. There was a nice breeze as you wandered around. Many pathways were scattered across the front lawn.

You had time before you needed to head into work and decided to walk down one. The path was surrounded by trees so it felt like you were wandering through a forest. As the path went on, you noticed a group of students scattered around with drawing pads in their laps. A professor was walking around, so you assumed this was some kind of outside art class. Only glancing at some of the art before you, you continued down the path.

Now out of the wooded area, the trail led you down to the lake. On a bench was another artist. As you approached closer, you noticed it wasn’t a drawing pad, but a watercolor pad they worked on. The painting was clearly of the lake and bordering foliage, but the colors they used were unnatural and unique. Instead of clean lines, it was more abstract and looked like cloudy edges. You paused behind them to admire their work.

The artist had heard you approach and stop in your tracks. Their head spun in your direction. “Excuse me.” Their words were cold.

Slightly dumbfounded by the deep voice, having previously mistaken their long hair to be female, you blushed, embarrassed at being caught staring. You mumbled a quick apology and continued down the path, making sure to avoid any eye contact.

The path led back to the main buildings. After finding which one the dining hall was, you circled around it until seeing a large dumpster. The door close to it was sure to be the back entrance.

Guessing correctly, there were line cooks and other waitstaff scurrying about. The executive chef’s office wasn’t far from where you entered. After getting his attention and introducing yourself, he took you to a table where a few others were folding cloth napkins and had you join in making napkin tents.

“You’re not a student here, are you?” one of the staffers asked. His deep voice didn’t exactly match his young-looking, beautiful face. Him and another staffer looked at you curiously.

Giving a shy smile, you shook your head. “No, I’m not. I take it you two are?”

“Yeah,” the other grumbled.

His grumpiness in folding made you laugh. He especially seemed out of place since he was built of thick muscle, and should have been put on the duty of moving furniture around for the event.

“You don’t like being a student here?” You smiled at him.

He tossed the napkin into a clear bin with dozens of others. “I like being a student here. What I don’t like is having no control over what work-study we get forced into.”

“Ah,” you chuckled again.

“I’m Felix,” the deep-voiced one offered his hand. You shook it, giving him your name in return.

His grumpy friend also reached to shake your hand. “Changbin.” He huffed after folding another tent and throwing it in the bin. “So, what brings you here at the end of the school year? Here for the visiting dance instructor?”

“Yeah, actually.”

Both men looked up.

“You’re a dancer then?” Felix stopped folding, interested to hear your response.

“Nope. I’m his girlfriend.”

It was comical how their mouths dropped open in unison.

“You’re dating Yunho Jeong?” Changbin was still gaping. “No offense, but then why are you working at this shit job? He’s practically dance royalty.”

The pride you had for Yunho beamed in your smile. “Well, we’re trying to save up so he can open his own studio, and then we can have an apartment above it. Most schools use the same food service company, so it’s easy for me to bounce around place to place doing catering gigs to help save money while he teaches.”

“Wow,” Changbin nodded. “Respect.”

That made you giggle as the three of you continued folding napkins. Once that was finished, supplies had to be moved to another building where the banquet was being held. Then chairs needed to be set up, table clothes laid, and place settings set out.

The chatter was pleasant between you, Felix, and Changbin. Between hearing about the campus and school, and working, the time moved quickly. Before you knew it, it was time to get dressed and cart the food to the building.

Already wearing your black catering pants and non-slip shoes, the school provided you with a black button-down shirt and bright yellow tie. Felix helped you with the tie, and you fixed his long hair so it wouldn’t be in his face as you worked.

Hotel pans were filled with food, chafers lit and warming them, champaign flutes filled and neatly rowed by a desert table, where cakes were already plated and ready to be grabbed. All that was left to do was to wait for the event to start.

You and the other waitstaffers stood at the edge of the room as it filled with students, faculty, and alumni. Instantly seeing Yunho as he walked in, his eyes found you and he gave a big grin and wave.

Waving back, you couldn’t help your blush. As good as his dancewear was this morning, he looked fine in his sports jacket and dress slacks.

“Holy shit,” Changbin whispered. “You do actually know him.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Why would I lie about that?”

Before he could answer, the head caterer summoned you all to start rotating with trays of hors d'oeuvres and drinks.

You paused and smiled at each guest who wanted to take an appetizer from your tray, waiting patiently as they took their time. Finally, you were able to sidle up next to Yunho.

“Don’t you look dapper,” he grinned, taking in your appearance from head to toe.

“I could say the same for you.”

An entourage of three shorter men stood with Yunho. He politely introduced you to them as his beloved, then focused on each to introduce them in turn. “These are the heads of the dance department, Seonghwa Park and Christopher Bahng.”

Seonghwa was stunningly beautiful with kind eyes and a sweet smile. Christopher was the shortest of all the men, but also had a warm smile for you.

Yunho then motioned to another man with short hair and glasses. “And this is Hongjoong Kim. He produces the music arrangements for each class.”

After you shook everyone’s hands and politely nodded, Yunho explained why you were working instead of clinging to his arm.

Christopher grinned and patted Yunho on the shoulder. “I’ve no doubt when you both reach your goal, that the studio will be a success and worth everything you’re putting into it now.”

The others agreed, making the two of you grin. You wanted to stay and chat, but you had to excuse yourself to continue circulating around the room with the food.

After a few more rotations with different trays and drinks, the banquet began. Luckily because it was a buffet you just had to go around collecting empty plates and refilling glasses.

Once most people seemed to be finished eating, the head caterer allowed everyone to take a break to eat. Instead of getting food with the others, you found your way back to your boyfriend and squeezed his hand.

“Hey,” he kissed your cheek. Dinner was so good. Did you eat?” He took one look and knew the answer was that you hadn’t. He pulled you by the wrist to the buffet where the other staffers were filling their plates. Yunho started loading it with the foods he enjoyed, and then food you wanted.

“You know I can’t possibly eat all of this.”

He didn’t even attempt to look sheepish. “I can help you.”

You led him behind the wall divider which was hiding all the catering supplies to tables where the waitstaff were eating.

Changbin and Felix stopped eating when they saw you and Yunho coming their way. Introducing them as your friends, Yunho shook their hands and greeted others sitting at the table with them, thanking each for their hard work tonight.

He never ceased to warm your heart with how sweet and kind he was. Helping your new friends, you mentioned they’d be in some of Yunho’s classes, which got them started in conversation.

You hadn’t eaten too much when the lights in the room dimmed.

“What’s happening?” you looked to Felix and Changbin.

It was Yunho who answered, “There are going to be some students performing.”

Thankfully, the wall divider didn’t block your view of the events. A spot light shined on the middle of the room on two dancers; a girl with long red hair, and a taller guy. You instantly recognized him. He was the artist by the lake you watched earlier.

An artist and a dancer. That piqued your curiosity.

“Ah, it’s just Hyunjin and Yeji showing off,” Changbin focused on his food, stuffing more into his mouth.

Hyunjin, you assumed, was the man. His hair was pulled back into a half ponytail. He stood in front of Yeji as the music started. Their moves were in sync, but they didn’t touch each other. His moves frequently lowered to the ground when he was in front, then the couple mirrored each other when standing side by side.

It was interesting to you that they didn’t touch at all. Though they did the same motions, Hyunjin’s charisma made him more captivating to you than Yeji, and you found your eyes never left him.

“He’s really talented, right?” Yunho whispered in your ear. “The two of them are auditioning together for a dance company later in the week.”

“Is this the routine they’re doing?”

“I think so,” Yunho stole a green bean from your plate as you both continued to watch.

Their dance was over soon, and other students came up to perform. Your mind was still thinking about Hyunjin and his partner’s dance. Yunho was the best dancer you’d ever seen, but Hyunjin was certainly good. His moves were sharp and deliberate yet so fluid. He had such control over his facial expressions.

Yunho told you he had to go back to the dance department table, but kissed your cheek before leaving you with the other waitstaff.

You looked to Felix and Changbin. “If you’re dancers, why don’t you get to perform like them?”

“Ah,” Felix wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Those are the seniors. We’re underclassmen, so we get stuck with catering duty.”

That made sense, especially since Yunho just mentioned Hyunjin and Yeji would be auditioning for a company. They were about to graduate. It was really sweet to you that they would be joining as a couple. It was like you and Yunho, though you weren’t a dancer.

It wasn’t long before the head caterer came back. Your break time was up, and you all had to start clearing plates and glasses.

With everyone paying attention to the dance performances, it was easy to clean up. Then you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Turning, Hyunjin was staring back at you. His eyebrow twitched as if he recognized you, but couldn’t place how. The expression quickly disappeared. “Could I get a glass of water?”

Smiling politely, you nodded. “Would you like ice in it?”

He was still looking you over, trying to figure out why you looked familiar. “No, just the water is fine.”

Excusing yourself, you dropped your tray behind the wall divider. After finding a clean goblet, you filled it with water and brought it to him.

A line of frustration was in his brow, he still couldn’t place how he knew you. His dance partner walked beside him, clearly excited to see you. “Hi. I wasn’t able to eat before the performance, and I was told maybe you could help me out with a to-go box?”

“Sure,” you led her behind the divider where the extra food was still out, waiting to be wrapped and labeled. Handing her a box, you also found utensils and put them in each dish she wanted food from.

“I saw you with Instructor Yunho,” she prompted.

It was impossible to hide your smile. You knew your boyfriend was awesome, but this school really admired him. “Yes, we’re dating.” You scooped greens into the box.

“Wow, I envy you. He’s such a cool instructor. He offered to help me and my dance partner before we audition for a dance company.”

“Yes, he told me about your audition. Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” she beamed.

Changbin walked by with a full bus-pan. “Hey Yeji, nice dance moves out there.” You could detect a hint of sarcasm and definitely jealousy in his voice.

“At least I got to dance,” she countered. Her eyebrow lifted as she bit into a roasted potato and stared him down. You admired her for not taking any shit, especially from a man.

Grumbling to himself, Changbin set the pan on a cart and went back to clear.

You’d love to know what the beef was between them, but it wasn’t your place and you really needed to be getting back to work.

Once her box was filled, you escorted her back to the main room and she thanked you. Hyunjin was no longer standing in sight. The performances seemed to be over and the room was clearing out.

Yunho found you once again. “The others wanted to go out for a drink. Do you still have a lot to do here?”

“Yeah, it’ll be at least a couple of hours before we’re finished. You go out and have fun.”

He gave a small smile. “Soon we’ll be done with all the hustling and we can go out together for events.”

“I know,” you smiled back.

Giving you a quick peck, then another, he squeezed your arms. “I’ll see you later, then.”

A few guests were still lingering around, but the head caterer gave everyone the go-ahead to break down the event. You, Felix, and Changbin teamed together again.

Savable food was wrapped and labeled and put on a cart. Dirty dishes were stacked as neatly as possible and put on another cart. Felix and you worked to push one back to the dining hall while Changbin handled the other.

When y’all were back at the event, other staffers were doing the nitty gritty jobs, like gathering all the salt and pepper shakers off tables and boxing tealight holders.

That left jobs like taking all the table clothes, wiping surfaces with sanitizers, and sweeping and mopping.

By the time everything was finished, you were sweaty and ready to head home to take a hot shower. Changbin helped you out of the tie this time, and showed you where to hang the catering uniform.

There was another event at the school’s president’s house later in the week, so you told the boys you’d see them then, and parted ways.

You messaged Yunho, but he informed you that he was still out and about. He invited you to come join them, but you felt gross after work and they’d probably be finished by the time you were all showered and dressed.

The night air was cool and refreshing, so instead of heading back right away, you decided to explore more of the campus and follow another one of the paths.

There was clearly a party happening. You could hear the music and see some flashing lights coming from windows in one of the buildings. That’s when you noticed two people on the path adjacent from you, struggling to carry three watermelons. It was very clear they were about to drop the one they were trying to cradle on top in between them. Quickly running up to them, you grabbed the watermelon before it splattered on the ground.

“Need help?” You were pleasantly surprised to see it was Changbin and Felix. They, however, did not share that feeling and looked very panicked to see you. “What, you guys steal these from the dining hall or something?” you joked.

The boys shared a glance, but they weren’t laughing at all, indicating that was very much the case. “Taking them to that party?” you adjusted the watermelon in your arms.

They stared at each other, having a conversation with their eyes, but didn’t say anything. You didn’t particularly feel like standing on the pathway with the watermelon all night and decided to put the watermelon back between them on top of the others they were carrying.

As you turned away, Felix called out to you. “Can you keep a secret?”

Smiling, you turned back and took the watermelon from them again.

Changbin looked at you seriously. “Campus security would kill us if they found out, and the executive chef would probably fire you.”

“My lips are sealed.”

Both boys seemed to deflate with relief as well as not having to carry the weight of an extra watermelon. They led the way to the building. You were surprised it didn’t seem like a dorm. Maybe it was one of the art buildings? As you got to the top floor you couldn’t imagine the two of them trying to carry all 3 melons up the stairs.

At the door to where the party was, Changbin balanced his watermelon in one arm to turn the door handle and push the door open with his butt.

You had seen your fair share of college parties. What you were expecting was drinking and drinking games, maybe a few people playing cards or a board game, some drunken dancing in a corner, maybe even some smoking. What you weren’t prepared to see was not one, but several stripper poles in the room and all of them being used.

#ateez #stray kids #yunho ateez #yunho #hyujin #ateez scenarios #stray kids scenarios #yunho ateez scenarios #hyunjin scenarios #kpop #kpop scenarios #yunho ateez fics #jeong yunho #hyunjin fics #ateez fics #stray kids fics #kpop fics #kpop smut

29 notes · View notes

daebakinc · 2 months

Text

i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year

155K notes · View notes

daebakinc · 2 months

Text

you can click on this button once daily to help palestine and support other causes in the middle east for free. it takes literally 5 seconds and could help save lives so please take the time to click and share this link.

233K notes · View notes

daebakinc · 2 months

Text

Thoughts About Terminology in Smut from a Tumblr Elder

Friends, I've been on tumblr since 2012 and writing smut since 2006. I understand a lot of you are younger and newer to writing smut. This said, I keep coming across fics with graphic and derogatory terms which make me immediately stop reading your writing.

So I figured, I'd share my thoughts and opinions on the matter to either help you with writing smut or improve to keep your audience interested.

Now, as I said, these are my opinions. These are not rules or guidelines you need to follow. You don't have to agree with them, but I genuinely dislike most smut out there because of the wording, so here we go.

The Problem

Being younger/newer writers, I understand that you're going to get your terminology from the media and porn, giving you words like tits, dick, cock, and pussy. These words are NOT sexy.

I read the phrase today "bouncing on his dick." Who is this meant to turn on? "Ah yes baby, bounce on my dick, lemme see your tits jiggle." This creates the opposite of arousal and sounds like the teens in horror movies, boning with the killer watching them before they die.

Bounce and jiggle are also not sexy. Again, I know we hear these words in media, especially music, but I think that's a big part of why they're not sexy. When I hear "jiggle" I think of jello. If you're turned on by jiggling jello, we have other issues to discuss.

The main reason tits, dick, cock, and pussy are not sexy, is because they're primarily used in a derogatory sense. If you're calling someone a "dick" you mean it in a bad way, like they're a terrible human being that generally no one likes. My personal favorite insults are "eat a dick" and "what a bag of dicks." These are insults, meant to be hurtful, so trying to turn and use them in a sexy way, it just comes off as vulgar and not sensual in the way you would want it.

Possible Solutions

Chest I know Big Matthew of Kard blew up the internet when he referred to Wonho of Monsta X's chest by saying "that man has some big ol' tiddies" but he wasn't saying it to be sexy. It was said casually, and since has been used to be funny. Tits have never been a sexy word. It's been used in phrases like "colder than a witch's tit" or like some old mobster "hey tuts, show me your tits." Again, derogatory, not sexy. For guys, I like using chest/pecs/pectorals. Those with boobs, I keep it simple with breasts.

Penis There's nothing wrong with just using the word "penis." It's what it is actually called. It can be used for men/trans/nonbinary people who have one. I'd rather be "riding a penis" than "bouncing on a dick." Some people don't like "penis" because it's too medical a term, so that's when you can get creative. You don't actually have to say what it is. You can call it their length, girth, shaft, hard-on, hard evidence of their arousal, etc. There is always something sexy about keeping mystery in the language and by not outright saying what it is. This doesn't mean you have to go full on grocery store romance novel and use terms like "his enflamed tulip" or "his elephant's trunk" but even then, though it would make me stop and chuckle, I'd prefer "enflamed tulip" to "throbbing cock" any day. I would also steer clear of the phrase "nether regions" for both penis/vagina.

Vulva/Vagina Pussy has never been sexy to me. And with rappers/musical artists singing things like "ima beat that pussy up ugly" or "wet ass pussy" it's just an immediate turn off for me. If you're talking about the front/top area where the pubic bone is, mound or puss(different from pussy, more like a cute nickname for a cat, here puss puss) are my go tos. "Fupa" ew. I didn't even know what a fupa was and had to have it explained to me not too long ago. In general, please just stay away from slang terms. Slang in smut is not your friend. There's not too much that can be said for clitoris/clit. I think these terms are fine. If this is a focused area for a bit of the writing, it's nice to switch between terms. I also like using "bud" just to change up the language. Note; "bud" can also be used for nipples, so you're not using the word too much. Vulva is also a perfectly good word. I don't see a problem using the phrase "folds" though I know some people do. "Lips" is also okay, just make sure to specify they're lips between legs, not on a face. You would be correct in thinking there is nothing sexy about the word vagina. I think a big part of this is that it's been used incorrectly so often. DO NOT USE THE WORD CUNT. CUNT IS SUPA NOT SEXY AND EASILY THE MOST DEROGATOY OF THE TERMS DISCUSSED THUS FAR. When i hear/see the word "cunt" I think of The Exorcist, and the girl fucking herself with a crucifix. Are you turned on? Good, you shouldn't be. Like penis, it's good to keep a bit of mystery in the language. Instead of "vagina" you could say warmth, heat, core, entrance. "Slit" is not my favorite, but if you're looking for a change of language, I don't mind it. Please please please please please NEVER use the word "hole." Any and all arousal drops with the word "hole."

Butt There's not really much that can be used for butt/ass. These terms are fine. There's no way to be mysterious or sexy with the language by saying something like "grabbing their round moon" LOLOLOL HOWEVER, don't use anus. This is a time I will strongly advice against the use of medical/scientific terms. Just, no. If you're trying to describe anal play, just say it's anal play/anal. Again, I would strongly advise against using the word "hole" but instead just use the action of the peen or fingers "entering" or "pushing in."

Movements If I see the words jiggle or bounce in your fic, I'm done. I don't care what else is to be said. Sincerely, no one wants to see the word jiggle. Not anyone. I understand that being thrust into can cause body parts to move, but you don't need to mention it. Not that smut is necessarily classy, but saying "jiggle" does take class out of it. If a character has "jiggling" parts, I'm assuming they're in a jackhammer-esque situation, which already is not sexy. You're writing smut to turn someone on. Jackhammer is quick and doesn't last long. You want it to last long. The movements should be slow and intentional. Sensual is your goal, not speed. Alternatives to "bounce": gyrate, grind, push, thrust, pump, move up and down.

I probably have more to say than this, but as a basis, these are my thoughts. If anyone has more to add-on, please feel free to do so.

Once again, you don't have to agree with me or follow this, but if you did, I would be more interested in your smut.

Happy writing!

~Admin V

#smut #kpop smut #fanfiction smut

4 notes · View notes

daebakinc · 3 months

Text

heartbreaking. you have to write the fic youre writing in order for it to be written

31K notes · View notes

daebakinc · 3 months

Text

To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.

Reblog this when it’s on your dash. You will save someone’s life.

477K notes · View notes