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007: lipstick titletracks (updated version)

wordcount: 1,549 (old: 735 & new: 814)

run devil run: when she first sees the skin-tight bodysuits, minah is a little taken aback. she’s nervous enough for her debut as it is. minah isn’t a naturally alluring person, always on the more reserved side herself, something she has to completely cast aside to suit the image of lipstick. but, luckily, run devil run feel like safe enough baby steps for minah. she gets to ease a little into what bc has in store still for her.

flashback: if run devil run was the kiddie pool, flashback is the deep end. or so minah feels at least. the song itself is nice of course, she has plenty of lines too, but it’s hard to focus on that when there seem to be much more pressing matters. flashback is everything but subtle about how sexy it is and minah has never been someone effortlessly sexy, not in her own eyes. most of the promotions, she spends worrying, about the way she looks, the way she acts, about everything but her since.

because of you: lipstick dials it a bit back again with because of you and minah is very glad for that. because of you is a slower song, bursting with emotional vocals and relatively sparse on choreography which, of course, makes it a big win in minah’s book. she enjoys performing and promoting because of you a lot but due to their debut year being such a hectic one, both in terms of comebacks and her personal life, it’s an era she doesn’t think back on a lot. a good song that got buried under less fortunate circumstances.

hoot!: minah likes hoot, a lot. there is something very classy about the retro vibe of the song, even if she thinks there isn’t much classy about the shorts they’re wearing. hoot, if anything, makes her realize that maybe, she’s not too terrible at the whole alluring thing, it’s not all about flashing her body or being sexy, it’s about the way she carries herself. this era, minah might not grow much as a vocalist, but she does as a performer.

bang!: not going to lie, bang intimidates minah a little bit (read: a lot). minah would argue that it’s lipsticks first perfomance-oriented title track and she’s a little intimidated by it. bang! is a good song, minah wouldn’t argue that, but it’s definitely the type of song where some of the other members shine more than her and that’s more than okay with her. she does kill that high note in the bridge though.

first love: when bc told them they were going to be pole dancing, minah felt like she could cry to be honest. but by some stroke of luck (or bc’s choreographers having as little faith in her as she did in herself) minah is actually exempt of any and all pole dancing. she’s just there to look pretty and sing, yes queen give us nothing. she doesn’t hate this era but she doesn’t really love it either, it’s just very neutral for her.

mr. mr.: honestly, mr. mr. could have been one of minah’s top lipstick songs. but it’s not. there are a lot of things that minah likes about this comeback, the styling and choreography are some of her faves they ever had and she likes the song too, apart from one thing. the heavy electronics in the background are just not for minah and it’s always been a huge deal-breaker for her, leaving mr. mr. somewhere in the mid-tier rather than somewhere in the top of the list.

tell me your wish (genie): there is one thing minah and the general public can agree on, genie is one of the best things lipstick has ever done. if not the best. minah loves everything about genie from the song to the styling and so on. it was also their launch to the top of the industry leaving minah with a lot of good memories of this era. also, minah’s iconic ‘dj, put it back on’ launching lipstick into stardom? i think iconic.

dolls: another all-time favorite of minah. dolls is an upbeat, swing-y song that never fails to put minah in a good mood. it was not the hit genie was but it hasn’t made her love the song any less. another thing minah likes about dolls is the choreography. generally speaking, that’s not minah cares about, as long as it’s simple it’s good with her. but for the point dance for dolls, she has a soft spot, it’s just so fun to watch and do.

the boys: the boys is another iconic songs, a clear milestone in their careers and yet again, minah can definitely see why, it’s an incredible song. the only reason it’s not among the very top of her favorite lipstick songs is because -much like bang!- it’s definitely not her strongest era. she has fun doing it, that’s not it, but there are a lot of the members that pull off the song better than her and she has the utmost respect for that.

mr. taxi: yeah no, minah really did try to give this one the benefit of the doubt but mr taxi really just is another miss. the song is little special, not the worst but far from good either, a very forgettable type of mediocre. oh well, it’s only a repackage anyway, it’s not like anyone has high hopes for it. the sexy taxi driver concept is also one of the absolute least favorite things bc has put them in through the years.

party: this… what was this exactly? party is a weird move for lipstick. it’s cuter than their usual sound for some reason and minah isn’t sure why exactly and she doesn’t care to find out either. party is generic, boring and pretty annoying in all honesty. minah cares absolutely nothing for it and if they never have to revisit the song again, her life will be better for it.

lionheart: the better single on the album. with a nostalgic sound and classy 20′s concept to go with it, lionheart rapidly becomes one of minah’s all time favorite lipstick title tracks. lionheart truly redeems the mess that was party.the song is sweet, it’s elegant, and it’s perfect for minah, what more could she ask for?

holiday: remember when minah called party childish? well holiday multiplies that in tenfold. the styling, the song in itself, everything about it. what is it with bc and giving their full albums one good single and one terrible one? in late 2017, minah can’t help but feel like she’s getting too old for stuff like this. also, what the hell are those tule skirts? who allowed that?

all night: the better single on holiday night, anyone with taste would say so, minah included. it’s not one of her all-time faves, but she does appreciate it for what it is. also, she’s a sucker for that disco beat it has to it.

catch me if you can: noise, just like mr mr had been, a harsh electronic undertone that minah just can’t ever grow accustomed to. the prechorus and bridge are nice, she’ll give the song that, the only parts of it that lend for some decent vocal work too, but the rest of it is pure and utter garbage. on top of that, she’s no fan of the choreo either, she’s not a dancer okay. a disappointing comeback, especially as their first without goeun.

gun: those vocals. oh damn. those vocals. gun era didn’t come to play, and minah is here for it. she takes on a large part of the vocals, this time actually interesting ones and never before has she been as determined to prove she is in fact worthy of lipstick’s unofficial new main vocal title. it’s rather on the sexy side, but by now, minah has gained experience, she hasn’t been promoting all these years for nothing.

lil’ touch: minah isn’t gonna lie, the choreo for this one is tough (or well, by her standards at least, which aren’t that high) but it’s so, so worth it. maybe it’s the years of experience, but finally, minah accepts that she can’t keep complaining about dancing, it’s part of the job after all. most of all, lil’ touch assures her lipstick will be just fine.

glue: after all the dust settles, it’s almost like bc remembers what they had in mind when they debuted. sexy, alluring and loads of pleather, the true essence of lipstick, or that’s what it feels like at least. glue is a song that they could have released around their debut era with a non-existing budget to match it. she’s not a huge fan of it, but well, what can she do other than hope their next comebacks will be better. it could be worse though, lipstick has definitely done worse.

wild: honestly, on paper, minah should hate this song more than she does. she’s always been the least favorable towards their sexier concepts mainly because minah doubts she’s much of sexy presence but wild, it works somehow. sure, the mv is a bit much with its cleavage shots and seductive camera staring but the song is actually a lot of fun, very high energy and it makes it nice to perform.

the best of the best...: genie, dolls, lionheart, gun

...and the worst of the worst: mr taxi, party, holiday, catch me if you can

#*:･ﾟ♔– «taste of a cherry pop» // headcanons.#//okay so to avoid any confusions i italicized all the parts i copied from the old headcanon #//and left the new ones + the ones i rewrote for context reasons untouched #//i couldve just done the new songs but i wanted them all in one place #//plus like i said some of the other songs descriptions have moved around a little #//anyway ive said this 50 times in the past 2 days but the way genie is minahs song

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ukulelewrites · 7 years

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Easy to Hate

A/N: This fic is finally finished after a week of writing and rewriting and crying,,,,,,,,,lord save me i am trash for kim donghan. anyways tagging @smols-n-tols bc some of them proof read the first half for me bLESS them. also i hope you guys enjoy it~

Pairing: PD101′s Kim Donghan x Reader

Genre: Angst, Enemies to Lovers!AU, kinda steamy

Word Count: Roughly 7k

Summary: Your hatred for Kim Donghan was strong. Just the mention of him made your blood boil, but when his dance crew end up sharing a studio with yours, it seems like sometimes, it’s easy to blur the lines between love and hate.

Your muscles ache, your throat’s dry, and your body is covered in sweat as you repeated the same move over and over again. “Y/N, take a break,” your crew members shouted over the music. However, you ignored their calls of concern as you continued to stretch your arms out more, trying to create bigger movement. The annual dance competition was coming up, and your crew, Beatrix, was eyeing for the prize, $5,000. That money meant moving out of your current dance studio and into a brand new one that hopefully will have air conditioning and proper lighting. A dance studio like that was something you desperately need, and as the leader of your Beatrix, you were dead set on doing anything you can to win.

“Why is Y/N trying so hard?” Lisa, a member of your crew, asked, “We have weeks until the actual competition date.”

Momo stretched out her long limbs and replied, “JBJ entered this year, so Y/N is really trying to step it up a notch.” You ignored your friends’ voices as you moved your body along to the beat, the movements of the choreography coming easily to you. YooA, who was splayed out on the floor, practically begged you to stop. Finally, Pinky pulled the plug to your speaker.

“What the heck, Pinky? I was in the middle of the routine!” Your chest heaved heavily as you stood there in the middle of the dance studio glaring at your crew. “The competition is 3 weeks, and we’re nowhere near perfect!” you said, throwing your hands in the air in frustration.

“But we don’t have to be perfect,” Lisa piped up, “We have weeks to practice, and we’ll be perfect by the competition.”

You shot her a glare, effectively shutting her up, “JBJ’s already done with their routine, and they’re preparing a back-up one. If you think I’m just going to idly stand around as they’re running towards first place, you’re wrong.”

“Girls, your time’s up,” the landlord said, sticking his head through the door. You simply just gave him a thumbs up, packing your bag as your crew laid on the floor, breathing heavily due to the extra two hours of practice.

“Good job, guys. I’ll have the backup routine choreographed and ready to go by Thursday. See you guys then!” you said as they left one by one. The air was already chilly the moment you stepped outside. A quick ten minute jog from the dance studio landed you in the middle of the park, wide open space for you to continue practicing. You methodically stretched while listening over the song again. “Bigger movements, more power, more precision,” you chanted to yourself; then you got into position and the song replayed. This was easy, same steps, same arm movements, same expressions; it was all ingrained into your muscles, ingrained into your memory. When the music stopped, you heard slow clapping from behind you. Pulling out one earbud and whipping your body around, you saw Kim Donghan standing there, slowly clapping his hands with a smirk on his mouth.

“Nice to see how pathetic your choreography is, Y/N,” he said, malice tinting his voice.

You, enraged, ripped out your earbuds, stormed up to him, and jabbed a finger into his chest, “Listen here, Donghan. Pathetic is when you incorporate the same shirt lift into every single one of your choreos because your talent can’t win over the judges. Pathetic is when you recycle the same dance moves and props over and over again, yet you always get praised for your ‘creativity.’ Pathetic is when you use your group’s name to win competitions instead of your own talents, so I can inform you perfectly, Kim Donghan, my choreography was nothing close to pathetic!” You were panting at this point, fury boiling your blood as you glared up at your rival.

He only smiled sweetly at you before bending down, his nose barely grazing yours. “Well, Y/N, I think you’re mistaken,” he took one step forward as you took one step back, both of your faces still in close proximity, “Pathetic is when you use the same type of music over and over again; if I’m not mistaken, you guys are doing another Beyonce song?” You bit your lip, holding back the barrage of insults collecting on your tongue. “Pathetic is when you pull the ‘poor but hardworking’ card every single time to win pity points. Pathetic is when you can’t rely on your own skills as a dancer, so you preach about your all-girls team instead. Y/N, baby, I don’t know how to break it to you, but you’re the epitome of pathetic.”

You pushed him away from you, turning around briskly and picking up your bag. “Sometimes I forget how much of an asshat you are Donghan, and then you open up your big fat mouth,” you sassed, turning back to face him, “And considering the competition is coming up soon, I guess we’ll see then who’s the real pathetic one,” you paused, crossing your arms over your chest and sending him a smug look, “and I promise you, Kim Donghan, it is not gonna be me.” With a flip of your hair and a swing of your hips, you turned around and walked out of the park, away from Kim Donghan.

“He’s an absolute pain the ass, Lisa. I don’t care how cute you think he is; once you look past the perfect hair and proportions, he’s just an ugly person,” you said, trying to find a not-Beyonce song for your choreo.

“But c’mon, don’t you get a little excited when watching JBJ perform? Especially at their shirt lift part? Yum!” Lisa exclaimed, clutching her hands together and holding them close to her chest, staring wistfully into space.

Momo, who was currently doing stretches with Pinky, chimed in, “Isn’t it Sanggyun who lifts his shirt up the most? I don’t remember Donghan doing it.”

You rolled your eyes at their conversation, “And thank god for that. If I ever have to see more of him than what’s covered already, I think I’d rather gouge out my eyes.” Their chatter continued, floating in the background as you continued searching for a new song.

“Girls,” the landlord called as he entered the studio, you and your girls greeted him eagerly, “I’m afraid I have some bad news,” he paused to gauge your reaction, “I’m sorry to tell you that you’re going to have to share the studio space now.”

You instantly jolted out of your seat, “What? But we paid for full usage!” you exclaimed.

He could only sigh, “I know, Y/N, I cut your rent in half to compensate, but this dance crew had nowhere to go since their studio’s under renovations. They came to me asking for help.”

YooA, sensing your building anger, decided to enter the conversation then, “It’s fine! We’ll organize the scheduling with them when they get here.”

“Woah, this studio’s a lot more dingy than ours, isn’t it?” Kenta marvelled, staring at the slight cracks in the walls and ceiling. Donghan looked around too, noting the scuff marks on the floor.

“Aren’t we sharing this studio with another crew?” he asked.

Taehyun, their leader, nodded, “Yeah, they’re out for snacks right now, so we’ll introduce ourselves when they return.” Yongguk stared pitifully at his reflection which was marred with the specks that littered the mirror. “We’ll make do, guys. This is just until the renovations are done,” Taehyun said, already stretching out his legs, “Let’s just do a couple warm ups before the other group returns.” The boys stretched and went through a couple light routines, stopping instantly when they saw the door open.

“Hi, we’re- oh it’s just you guys,” Donghan said boredly once he noticed your crew enter the room. The rest of the boys sent him a reprimanding look before greeting you guys warmly.

“How’s your practice going?” Taehyun asked as your two groups sat on the floor.

“Oh, just the usual,” you said vaguely before launching off into the more pertinent information, “We practice Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. We occupy this studio usually from 6-9 unless it’s Saturdays; those hours are 3-7. Don’t be here during our practice. Remember that you are only guests and will be asked to leave if you break any of these rules.” You glanced at your phone, “Right now it’s 8, so you should leave now.” The boys of JBJ exchanged glances, but deciding not to escalate the situation, stood up to grab their bags.

“That’s utter bullshit, and you know it, Y/N,” Donghan snapped, still sitting on the floor. He stood up, walking towards you until he easily loomed over you, “We paid for this practice room, so we’re going to use it as we please,” he watched your stony expression closely before a knowing smirk crossed across his features, “Or are you so afraid of losing to us in terms of talent, you reverted to playing dirty tricks to win?”

You huffed at his arrogance, “Listen here, Donghan, no matter how much you practice, your skills will never even amount to the skills I have in my left toe, so don’t flatter yourself by thinking I’d stoop down to your level.” Tension clung onto the air like a blanket.

Yongguk cleared his throat, “Maybe we should just go…”

The boys stood up to grab their things, but Donghan could only scoff. “Are you guys serious right? We need to practice too,” he said, sending you a glare.

“Wow, Donghan wanting to practice. Maybe you will catch up to me one day,” you said in mock awe.

“Bite me, princess,” he replied, two steps away from lunging at you before his teammates stepped in and dragged him out the door.

“Again!” you barked. Your team quickly obliged, following along with your movements. “Pinky, extend your arm more!” She groaned but did as you said anyways. After the music stopped, they went to their bags to grab their water bottles.

“Y/N sure is fired up,” Momo said after guzzling half of her water.

“It’s because she interacted with Kim Donghan in the past 24 hours,” Lisa panted, “She’s gonna be running us like this until JBJ’s studio finishes its renovations.” You were running through the choreo again, making small adjustments to your movement as you played the music in your head.

“Hey, Y/N,” YooA called from the wall, you turned around to address her, “let’s just run through the Bacon choreo for fun. All of us are dying from practice, and something to loosen us up with wouldn’t hurt.” You only grunted in agreement, caving into your friend’s request.

“Why the hell are you here?” you asked, venom dripping from your tongue.

“We invited them, Y/N,” YooA said from besides you, ignoring your glare, “They need to practice as much as we do, and they did pay for half the studio time. That means we’ll be sharing our time with them.” You gaped at her, turning red under Donghan’s smug watch.

“What if they steal our choreo?” you asked.

Donghan rolled his eyes, “You know well enough our styles are different enough for us to not be able to use any of your choreo.” Your crew could only nod in agreement.

You ran your hands through your hair in frustration. “Fine, whatever, let’s just run through the Bacon choreo to loosen up, and then we’ll start on the comp piece.”

The air of the studio quickly filled with the scent of sweat and the sound of pants and shoes squeaking as the two groups went through their steps side by side. You would find your eyes moving towards their side of the studio every now and then, noting the changes in their choreo. When you huddled with the girls during a break you brought it up. “Hey, didn’t you notice their footwork was different today?” you asked.

Lisa, who was idly scrolling through her phone, replied, “Well, duh. Their choreo is different every competition. Plus they might be using a different style of music this time around.”

You rolled your eyes at her thoughtless comment, “No, you idiot, JBJ uses a set formula when coming up with their dance, no matter what type of music it is. They’ve obviously deviated a lot from that formula with this choreo.”

Momo pressed her finger against her chin, eyebrows screwing together in contemplation, “I guess you’re right, Y/N. No one lifted their shirt up this time.”

The rest of the girls sighed in disappointment as you groaned, “I can’t believe that’s still all you guys can think about.” They could only shrug.

“I’m going to stay behind for a bit to practice,” you told your crew as they headed out the door, “See you guys tomorrow.” JBJ soon bid you goodnight as they headed out too. However, one person stayed behind with you. “Why the fuck are you still here?” you asked, scowling at Donghan.

“I figured I should practice more, considering my skills will never amount to the skills you have in your left toe,” he shot you a smile, “Plus, who else should I annoy on a Friday night?” You refused to acknowledge him at this point, plugging your phone into the speaker.

“Body Party” by Ciara starts playing as you went to go stand in front of the mirror. Taking one breath in, your surroundings began to fade away as you immersed yourself into the music. Muscle memory takes over as you went along with the choreo; however, the music abruptly stops, causing you to break out of your daze. “Turn my music back on, Donghan, or I swear to god, I’ll kill you,” you threatened. He didn’t oblige, still standing by the speaker staring at you blankly. You stormed up to him, ready to wrap your hands around his neck, until he stepped forward, grasping your face in his hands and slamming his lips down to yours in a kiss. Your eyes widened in shock, and you pushed him off of you. “What the fuck, Donghan?” you snapped, “What the fuck was that for?” The two of you stood there, a tense atmosphere bubbling between you two. However, before your brain could say no, you placed your hands on his shoulders and jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and crashing your mouth onto his. He stumbled back slightly in shock before his hands placed themselves on your thighs, holding you in place. He slammed your back against the mirror, and in protest, you bit harshly at his bottom lip. He retaliated, pulling his head back to suck bruises into your neck, smirking when you let out a low groan.

“Nothing to say, princess?” he asked against the skin of your neck.

“Bite me, Kim Donghan,” you snarled, pulling him by his hair away from your neck.

His eyes trailed from yours down to the blossoming bruises marring your neck. A lazy smile crept upon his face, “It looks like I already did.” You glared at him before pulling him back down for a kiss filled with nothing but teeth and tongue, nothing but the strong sense of hatred that bubbled in the pit of your stomach for Kim Donghan.

“What happened to your neck?” was the first thing every single one of the girls asked when they arrived at the studio Saturday afternoon.

“Uh, burnt myself with my straightener,” you said, avoiding eye contact. Soon after, JBJ entered; Donghan sporting the same purple marks on his neck as you. A quick dawn of realization settled over the girls.

“Wait, did you and Donghan?” Lisa took one glance at your reddening cheeks, “Oh my god, you hooked up with Donghan.” You shushed her, slightly motioning to her that he was in the room.

You pulled the girls closer to you and said, “Listen, you are to never mention this to anyone, okay? If you do, I’ll kill you. I’ll actually murder all of you.” They all grumbled, but eventually agreed to keep quiet.

“Woah, Y/N, what happened to your neck?” Hyunbin asked, oblivious to the knowing looks the rest of JBJ sent your way.

“A hair straightener happened,” you sent a sharp look towards Donghan’s direction, “A very annoying straightener.”

“So I’m a hair straightener now? Is that what you’re calling me?” Donghan asked under his breath as he stood behind you.

You rolled your eyes, plugging your phone into the speaker. “You’re supposed to be out for a break with the rest of your crew. What are you still doing here?” you replied, scrolling through your phone to look for something to idly dance to.

“I could say the same for you, princess,” he drawled, taking your phone from your hands.

“I don’t have times for breaks, Donghan, practice makes perfect,” you snapped, trying to grab your phone from his hands.

“C’mon, what’s with the attitude?” he asked, still scrolling through your phone.

“Well, some asshat covered me in hickies, and now he won’t give me-” you fruitlessly tried to pry your phone from his grasp, “Give me my phone back!”

He ignored you, “Ah, knew you’d have this song in your phone.” Before you could say anything, he motioned for you to sit down against the mirror.

“What’s this for, Donghan?” you asked, sending him a questioning look.

“Payback, Y/N, pure payback,” he said, a merciless smile gracing his lips. Soon the chorus of “Company” by Tinashe came over the speakers. You quirked an eyebrow at Donghan, crossing your arms over your chest. He sent you a wink before moving along to the music. You found yourself entranced by him, by the way he fluidly moved his body along to the beat of the song. The music ended, and Donghan looked at you, a smirk already on his face. “Enjoy the show, princess?” he asked, already moving towards you.

“N-not at all,” you said, cursing yourself for stuttering lightly. You resorted to looking at your fumbling fingers.

He kneeled down in front of you, placing his hand under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “Did I make you flustered?” he asked; his voice tinted with arrogance.

You turned your head away, avoiding his gaze, “I d-don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He forced your head back to facing him, staring into your eyes, “Now you know how I felt, princess. Payback’s a bitch isn’t it?” He let go of your chin and got up from his position, walking out of the studio.

“Move your feet closer together, Momo,” you said, eying each of your girls carefully. “Back straighter, Lisa. And YooA, your arms can’t be bent,” you drilled. The boys of JBJ had long gone home at this point, leaving your crew the entire studio for yourselves. “Again, from the top,” you demanded, and they quickly went back to the starting formation. Over and over the song played until the mirror began to fog up. Pinky and Lisa were collapsed on the floor at this point, unable to bear another round of your watchful eye.

“Y/N, it’s way past 7,” YooA said from behind you, “I think we should call it a day.” You begrudgedly agreed, dismissing them from the studio. After they had left, you found yourself lying on the floor staring at the ceiling. Your chest heaved, exhaustion finally creeping into your body. There were too many things to fix, correct, and perfect in the short amount of time left until competition day. You let out a frustrated shout, throwing your arms over your face, muffling your screams.

“Is someone getting murdered in here?” Your arms fell from your face as you looked up to see Donghan peering down at you.

Your eyes hardened. “What do you want?” you asked, agitation already bubbling at the back of your throat.

He smiled cheekily at you. “Seems like you’re frustrated,” he said, even offering you a hand to pull you up. Before your mouth could decline, you accepted his outstretched hand. He pulled you up to your feet and tugged at your arm until you slammed into him.

“What was that for?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Well, princess,” Donghan started, “you’re frustrated right now right?” He dipped his head down to your neck; his lips lightly trailing your exposed skin. A chill ran through your body.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” you asked, trying to keep your composure.

“Well,” he murmured against your skin, “don’t you remember what happened yesterday?” You tensed the moment his hands trailed up your arms, shivering slightly at the light touch.

Keeping up your facade, you scoffed back, “Unfortunately, I do.” He nipped slightly at your neck, and you let out a small whimper.

“Unfortunately? Don’t you remember how you felt after it?” he pulled away from your neck to send you a lazy smile, “Hm? Don’t you remember how good you felt?” You glared at him at this point, trying to ignore the lazy circles he was drawing into your hip with his thumb.

“Good? It was anything but good,” you said with an upturn of your nose. His hand slipped under the hem of your shirt; his palm making contact with your heated skin. “

With the sounds coming out of your mouth yesterday, I’d disagree with that statement,” he said, a smirk slowly gracing his features. You tried hard to ignore the effect his touch had on you and kept your eyes steely as they maintained contact with his eyes. Unfortunately, he applied just a little bit more pressure in his hand’s ministrations, causing you to let out a gasp. You unconsciously found yourself grasping the material of his shirt with your hands. Looking up, you could see he still had that smug expression on his face. Your mouth twisted into a scowl until a brilliant plan formulated itself in your mind.

Your hand trailed up his chest, and your eyes drooped down into, what you hoped was, a sultry gaze. Tiptoeing slightly, you pressed open mouthed kisses up Donghan’s neck, noting his sudden tenseness. You pulled back, gauging his shocked expression. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Except this time, it was different. Instead of the aggressive clashing of teeth and tongue, you found yourself taking it slowly, molding your lips against his. His hands came up to cup your face, deepening the kiss. When his tongue darted out to run across your bottom lip, you gasped slightly, granting him access. It was as if time stood still around the two of you, watching, observing the unusual sight. When the two of you broke apart, there was something there in the air between you and him, something new, something frightening, and you found yourself bolting out of the studio.

What had happened that night was never repeated again, never mentioned. You went through the rest of the week numbly going through life. Practice day after practice day, you only focused on your side of the studio, scrutinizing every single one of your crew’s mistakes. Then one day, something strange came upon the studio.

“Hey, Y/N, the dance competition sent us our information and stuff,” Pinky said, tossing you a stack of papers. You thanked her before skimming through the stack, noting the schedule and instructions for when you get to the venue.

“Wait, what’s this?” you asked to yourself as you read over the sheet listing what you were signed up for, “I think the organizers messed up somehow.”

YooA peered over your shoulder to look at the list, “No, that’s right.” You ran your finger under the submission you knew you didn’t consent to.

“Duet performance by Y/N of Beatrix and Donghan of JBJ? I didn’t sign up for this.”

Lisa took the paper from your hand. “Oh, yeah, we signed you up for it,” she said nonchalantly, handing it back to you.

“What do you mean you signed me up for it?” you asked, fingers tightening around the bundle of papers.

“Well, we, and the guys from JBJ, thought that since you and Donghan weren’t fighting like usual,” Lisa exchanged looks with the rest of the girls, “something must’ve went wrong. So when a spot opened up in the duet division, we signed you two up.”

You blankly stared at her, “So you’re telling me,” you paused, taking in a deep breath to control your anger, “that I have one week to choreograph and perfect a dance routine for me and Donghan to perform?” They tersely nodded, backing away slowly from you.

“Well, on the bright side, we’re pretty much perfect on our set and so is JBJ, so you and Donghan can use the studio to your full advantage all this week,” YooA said.

You grumbled under your breath, stomping towards the exit before being stopped by someone’s chest. You looked up to see Donghan staring straight ahead.

“Can you move out of the way?” he asked passively, not even bothering to look down at you. You averted your eyes to the floor, sidestepping to let him and the rest of JBJ through.

Taehyun sensed the tenseness in the room. “So, Y/N, you ready to choreograph a duet?” he asked.

“I’m not doing it,” Donghan said.

Kenta shot him a confused look, “You have to? It’s too late to drop out.”

Donghan just shrugged before beginning his stretches. “Not my problem,” he said, lowering himself to the floor now to stretch his legs. You noted how Taehyun and YooA exchanged looks.

“Well, if you don’t do it, you’re suspended from our crew,” Taehyun said.

Donghan instantly shot up, “You can’t do that!” The rest of JBJ shuffled awkwardly, avoiding meeting Donghan’s gaze.

“If you drop out it’s a bad reflection on the crew,” Taehyun said, “so I recommend you start practicing with Y/N now.”

Donghan shot you a glare, “Fine, I’ll do it.”

“So what do you think about this song?” you asked. Donghan didn’t reply from his position on the floor. “Well, what about this song?” you asked again, piling on the politeness. He still didn’t reply. Your patience was growing thin. “If you don’t have any songs to recommend at least reply-”

You stopped your sentence when Donghan finally turned to face you. “Company by Justin Bieber, I’ll teach you what I have so far.” He got up off of the floor and plucked your phone from your hands before plugging it into the speaker. When the music started, he began moving along. “At this part we’ll be dancing the same thing,” he said, showing you the moves he had in mind. You nodded along, moving to stand next to him, improvising moves as the song went on. He caught on quickly to what you were doing and adapted to your steps and gestures. “Let’s just mess around for a bit and see what we like before doing anything,” he said after the song ended.

“Yeah, I’m fine with that,” you said, running your fingers through your hair.

Donghan turned away from you, rubbing at the back of his neck, “U-uh, okay, let’s start from the top.”

The following day you and Donghan showed the rest of your crews the rough choreo that the two of you slaved over yesterday. “So what’d you think?” you asked after the song ended. Your crewmates exchanged looks.

“It’s good, but,” Pinky started.

“There’s not enough interactions between the two of you,” Yongguk deadpanned.

“Where’s the fanservice? The skinship?” Lisa whined. You and Donghan both glared at her.

“I don’t remember interactions being one of the criteria for a duet dance,” Donghan replied, his tone icy.

“Correction, couple dance, and interactions help build chemistry,” Sanggyun shot back.

“Well, we don’t have any chemistry, so let’s stick with the bare minimum,” you said. Donghan agreed with you.

“If you stick to the bare minimum it’s a bad reflection on our two crews,” Taehyun said, “As the leader of Beatrix, I expected you to know that.” You grumbled a bit at his direct attack.

“Well I-” you started but was cut off by Donghan stepping in front of you.

“Fine, we’ll add more to the choreo, but there’s no need to attack Y/N like that,” he defended.

Taehyun raised his eyebrow at Donghan, “And why is that?” You sent Donghan a questioning look too.

His ears reddened under everyone’s scrutiny. “B-because I was the one who made the choreo,” he stuttered out, “wasn’t her fault,” he murmured at the end.

“But still, she should’ve said something,” Taehyun prodded.

“No!” Donghan shot back before realizing his sudden shift in volume. “W-well, I was the one adamant on not touching h-her,” he said, flushing even a brighter red when he noticed everyone’s knowing expression. “Just get out, so we can work!” he shouted, shooing everyone outside the door. You cowered under his stare as he stalked towards you. “Chemistry? Skinship? I’ll show them,” he grumbled.

“Uh, your hand’s on my thigh,” you said, cheeks tinted pink with exertion and something more.

Donghan looked up at you, “I can see that, Y/N, does it make you uncomfortable?” he asked.

You averted your eyes, “N-not really, just give me a heads up next time.” Something flashed across his eyes, but he quickly reverted back to his stoic expression. The two of you went through the rest of the choreo, adding little touches and grazes here and there.

“Hey, put your back to me,” Donghan said, “and then put your arm around my neck.” You obliged, cheeks flushing at the sudden contact. “Okay, I’m going to try something,” he said, placing his hands on your waist.

“W-wait!” you yelped; his hands instantly fell away.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“No, no, it’s fine, just kinda shocked me that’s all,” you replied. He placed his hands on your waist again and moved your hips against his.

“So you’ll do that while I move my arm out like this,” you followed his directions as he moved his arm, “And then, I’ll spin you around, and you’ll drop down like this,” he guided you through the motions. You noted the constant contact he had with you. “You okay with that?” he asked.

“I’m perfect, Donghan, just perfect,” you said breathlessly.

The two of you were splayed out on the floor, panting heavily after going through the choreo countless of times. “You know something I just realized, Donghan?” you said before your mind could stop you. He hummed in reply, slightly shocked at your sudden question. “You don’t call me princess anymore.”

He turned to send you a questioning look, “I figured you’d want me to stop calling you that after you bolted out of the studio that night.” Your face flushed at the reminder of what had conspired between you two that night.

“I’m sorry about that, by the way. I don’t know what came over me then when I kissed you,” you replied, suddenly becoming shy.

“I don’t know why you’re apologizing. I think you should be more sorry about the running away part,” he snarked.

You sat up from the floor and crossed your arms, “And why is that?”

He sat up too. “Well, princess, you left me out to dry after that kiss. Expect me to be fine after something like that?” he asked.

You turned your back towards him and grumbled, “It was just a kiss…”

Donghan scooted closer to you and turned you back around. Leaning his head in closer to you, he then said, “It wasn’t just a kiss. If it was just a kiss, I wouldn’t be this frustrated with you right now.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, now getting irritated with him, “Well, you shouldn’t be mad at me for it! It’s not like I’m the one who started all this. If only you didn’t kiss me first…”

He leaned his head even closer; his nose slightly brushing against yours, “Listen here, princess, when I kissed you I didn’t expect you to pull whatever shit you pulled the day after. And now you have to explain yourself.”

Your gaze hardened, “And what should I explain? I only kissed you because I wanted to.”

He scoffed, “Don’t tell me you didn’t feel it too, Y/N. Why else would you be avoiding me?”

You scoffed back, “Maybe I was done dealing with you, Donghan. Did the thought ever cross your mind, maybe not everyone likes you?” His gaze hardened at your reply.

“So if I kissed you now, you’d push me off right? Considering you hate me so much?” he asked.

Your eyes dropped to his lips. “Y-yeah, I’d push you off right away,” you said, looking back up at his eyes.

“Want to test that theory, princess?” he challenged.

You turned your attention back to his lips. “Y-yeah,” you let out in a small voice, and then his lips were on yours.

Yet, this time, it was different than the other two. There was no anger, no frustration, not even underlying hints of lust. There was a feeling that fluttered itself deep inside your stomach. Donghan’s hand laid on your thigh, bracing himself slightly as the other hand cupped your cheek. Your hands found themselves moving to grip at the front of his shirt. Your head became light, and you found yourself pushing him away. “What was that?” you asked, your voice tinged with apprehension, fearing his answer.

“I think I like you, Y/N,” he replied, looking at you dead in the eye. He was serious; you knew that the moment he said your name instead of “princess.” Kim Donghan, your enemy since the beginning of time, liked you. “Are you gonna say anything, Y/N?” Donghan asked, gnawing at his bottom lip. For the second time, you bolted out of the studio.

The rest of the week was tense. You and Donghan continued to practice the dance; however, the sense of contentment between you two was gone. No more cordial small talk, just steadfast focus on practicing your choreo and leaving. Breaks were filled with awkward silence as the two of you sat on opposite sides of the studio. Even your two crews began to notice.

“What’s up with you and Donghan?” Momo asked one night as your group ran through your set one more time.

Lisa joined in on the conversation, “Yeah, why is it so awkward between you two now?”

You tried to focus on your reflection, making sure your movements came out the way you wanted them to. “What do you mean? Donghan and I have always been like this. We aren’t really that fond of each other, remember?” you said, trying hard to get your footwork precise. You could practically see Pinky’s eye roll in the mirror.

“Please, Y/N,” she started, “First you two were at each other's throats, then somewhat cordial, and now you two can’t even look at each other.” YooA agreed from her spot on the floor.

“Can you guys just drop it?” you asked, sending them a glare from the mirror.

“No we can’t drop it, Y/N,” YooA said calmly, “It’s going to affect your performance at the competition.”

You spun around to face her, “No it’s not!”

She stood up and walked up to you slowly, placing her hands on your shoulders, “Listen, Y/N, you’ve been messing up our choreo since whatever happened between you and Donghan that night. So I’m asking you again, what happened?”

You faced the floor, ashamed that you let something so minor affect your performance. “Donghan told me he liked me,” you said in a small voice. YooA’s expression did not falter, not even when the others silently cheered on the side.

“And why is that affecting you? If you hate him so much, why is it affecting you?” she prodded.

“I-I don’t know, okay? I don’t know why it’s affecting me so much!” you cried, shoving her hands off of you as you walked backwards until your back hit the mirror. “I feel like I’m supposed to hate him, but I can’t! Because every time I think of him, I don’t imagine the asshat that’s always criticizing me; I imagine the guy who kissed me in the studio, the guy who’s hands always found their way onto my waist when we danced. I don’t imagine Kim Donghan!” You slid down onto the floor; your hands running through your hair in frustration.

“It’s fine to like him, Y/N,” Lisa said, sitting down next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I can’t like someone like him, Lisa. A kiss doesn’t excuse the way he’s treated me,” you mumbled.

“Maybe he was rude for a reason?” Momo offered, now sitting on the other side of you.

You let out a humorless laugh, “Yes, because we should definitely believe when boys are mean to us they like us.”

Pinky went to sit in front of you, “I don’t know, Y/N, maybe he didn’t know either?” You looked up at her. Pinky continued, “Maybe after the first time you guys hooked up he realized he liked you? And now he’s confessed and realized you rejected him, it’s all awkward now?”

You hugged your knees to your chest, “So you’re trying to tell me, I shouldn’t be upset with him because he didn’t know after being an asshole he’d end up liking me? Also, he shouldn’t get all upset with me for rejecting him! He’s been a jackass since forever. What makes him think I’d like him back?”

YooA looked at you warily, “But you do like him back.”

You scowled, “Maybe my brain’s just confused. It’ll all clear up before the competition. I promise.”

You paced backstage, already changed into your outfit for the duet dance. However, Donghan was nowhere to be seen. You noticed Taehyun walking by, so you ran up to him. “Where’s Donghan?” you asked.

Taehyun just shrugged. “He might still be changing; we did just finish our group set,” he replied after thinking for a second.

“Thanks!” you said, running towards the makeshift changing area. “Donghan!” you said as you pulled aside the curtain before swiftly closing it after seeing him shirtless. “Sorry,” you said once the curtain concealed him from your view. He only grunted in reply. You tapped your feet as you waited for him to finish changing. “Nervous?” you asked, trying the lessen the awkwardness floating in the air.

Suddenly the curtain opened. Donghan narrowed his eyes at you, “Why are you trying to make small talk?” You shifted awkwardly under his gaze. Before you could rationalize what you were doing, you shoved him back into the changing area, stepping in after him, and closing the curtains behind you.

“What the hell, Y/N?” he said, “We go on in like, 15 minutes.”

You grumbled to yourself, running your fingers through your hair. “Look,” you started, “I know things are awkward now, but we seriously need to put that behind on the stage, okay? The reputations of our teams depend on it.”

He rolled his eyes, “I know that much, princess.” His eyes widened at his slip-up. “I meant, Y/N, don’t get any ideas.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Ideas? If I remember correctly, you’re the one who likes me, so don’t worry about me getting excited about you calling me princess.”

He grabbed your arm before you could leave, “Are we forgetting who got upset when I stopped calling her that?”

You shook off his hand and huffed in annoyance, “And let’s not forget who got pissy when they got rejected.”

His eyes darkened, “Don’t play that card with me, princess. You know exactly why I got upset.”

You scoffed in reply, “You can’t just get upset with me when I reject you, knowing exactly how bad you’ve treated me in the past.”

He scoffed back at you, “Don’t play the victim with me, princess. You’re the one who messed with my feelings.”

You shoved him up against the wall, “So what? You’ve been nothing but unpleasant to me since I’ve met you. You can’t expect me to like you.”

He pushed you off of him, “And I didn’t expect you too! I thought I knew that until you came to me first, kissed me first, and I realized that maybe you liked me too. I realized that I liked you a lot, and I was so ready to apologize and talk it out and just confess to you, but no. You ignored me, so I ignored you too. And then the duet came up, and I found myself falling again. And I knew for sure you felt something back; I knew it the moment I kissed you, but you fled again.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, “Maybe I fled because I was scared! Scared to even play with the idea of liking someone like you!”

He stepped forward one step, his eyes steely. “Someone like me? Let me guess, an asshole? A jerk? A son of a bitch? What does that say about you, hm? You’re just as bad as me.” Your expression faltered. He took another step forward, “I was actually ready to apologize, ready to lay it all out knowing there was a chance you’d kick it to the dirt. But you? You’re too prideful, too busy playing the victim to care.” His gaze softened, and he brushed past you, “Doesn’t matter now, I’ll say it as it is. I’m sorry, but it probably doesn’t matter to you.”

You grasped onto the end of his shirt. “Let go,” Donghan clipped.

“You mean it? The apology?” you asked in a small voice. He turned his head around, sending you a suspicious look. He nodded. “I’m sorry too,” you said. Both of your apologies short, simple, nothing specific to what the other was apologizing for, but for you two, that was enough.

“Wait so does that mean-”

You cut him off by pressing your finger to his lips. “No, not necessarily. Let’s figure this out one step at a time before jumping into anything,” you said.

He begrudgedly agreed. “Then what’s the first step, princess?” he asked.

You smirked up at him, “Well, we can maybe make out for the next,” you looked down at your phone, “8 minutes before someone comes looking for us.”

He mirrored your smirk, “Already one step ahead of you, princess.”

Also, here are some choreos that I imagined the groups doing

Beatrix: Light My Body Up by David Guetta

JBJ: X by Chris Brown

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