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kiligaus · 6 years ago

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Better With You

Summary

Y/n a great ballet dancer, Jihoon an amazing hip hop dancer. Both are on their school's dance team, and both are top tier dancers. Except, Jihoon HATES the sight of Y/n and vice versa. The two can't stand being in the same room with each other until they are forced to. The next school dance competition is coming, and both were forced to compete as a duet. Oh, did I mention their both total opposites?

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Cursing

Word count: 2.5k

moodboard // twt profiles // Part 1 //

I was packing my dance bag when suddenly I was knocked over from behind. Already knew who the culprit was, so I took my pointe shoe and launched it in the direction of where that person was walking. Just barely missing his head. “PARK JIHOON! WHY DON'T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU'RE WALKING NEXT TIME!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I hated this guy, he’s so fricking cocky. He really thinks he's the best when he REALLY isn’t. There are way more talented people on the team.

Jihoon then picked up my shoe, dug his heel into the ground and turned to face me. Then suddenly he threw my shoe right back at me, hitting me in the arm. “WHY DON'T YOU, LEARN WHERE TO PROPERLY PUT YOUR SHOE!” He hissed. “Why don't you WATCH where your throwing.” I walked up to the boy with slightly damp hair, indicating he just came from practice. I took him by the collar and yanked him closer to my face, while he mirrored me. “Jihoon!” “Y/n!”

Suddenly, my younger brother Yeongue, my best friend Yeorum, Yedam and Yoonbin; Jihoons friends came to pull us apart. “Sis, stop not here..” Yeongue pleaded. “He's right Y/n, come let's go,” Yeoreum added. “But HE started it.” I whined. “I started, more like YOU started it.” Jihoon scoffed. “Dude come let's go….” Yoonbin pulls Jihoon towards the exit.

Suddenly the tall boy broke away from his friends, coming at me with hands ready to be thrown. While I did the same. As our friends scramble to break us up.

~~~~~~~

“Mr. Park, Ms. Kim. You know why I’ve called you both here today, right?” Silence. “If it were up to me I would have you both suspended.” He sighs. Both of us tense up. I tightened my grip on my pants when suddenly I felt a hand over mine. I take a peek under the table, it was Jihoons. I glance over at the boy next to me, he didn't seem phased at all, eyes were focused on the principle. “But, since you guys are apart of our beloved dance team, so I won't. Instead, you must compete as a duet in the upcoming competition.”

Our eyes shot open. By this time Jihoon lets go of my hand. “B-but Mr. Yang I can't work with her, she's a complete snob.” “And I can't work with him he's way to cocky.” “Well, guess you have to make due. You two are dismissed.” He bluntly states, leaving both of us in complete utter shock. I can't believe this actually happening.

Both of us exited the principal's office.

I sprinted to the dance room, bursting into our dance captains office, Jihoon shortly trailing in after. “Herin, PLEASE tell me you’ll talk to the principal and convince him to pull me out of this duet” I whine. “This isn’t fair she’s too uptight to work with.” Jihoon shoots his hand up pointing towards me, pouting. “Hey!!”

“I was the one who suggested it.” She said nonchalantly. Our jaws fell open. I can't believe she would suggest such a thing.

“HERIN!” “I am aware that both of you hate each other, but I am also aware that both of you are the best dancers this school has. And with both of you competing, I am positive we can secure a win. And I also know both of you will do anything to win, am I right.” She clasps her hands together.

“Yes….” We mumble. “Glad I made my reason clear.” Jihoon leaves her office first, clearly resentful to the idea. Why of all days, why now why do this me, what have I done. Besides the fact, I fight with him all the time. I hated the idea of having to work him, our styles, so different how would this duet work? How would we work?

“Y/n.” I turned around. “Yes, Herin?” “I know you don't like this idea but, believe me, working with him will make you a stronger dancer.” Herin puts a hand on my shoulder. “Yeah, right.” I say sarcastically brushing her hand off and walking out of her office.

“They'll thank me later.”

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I walk back into the change room, as I forgot to pick up the pointe shoe that Jihoon chucked back at me when I hear pop music coming from one of the smaller dance rooms.

I decided to sneak a peek at who was dancing in the room. So I tiptoed my way to the door frame and opened the door enough for me to see who was dancing. To my surprise, it was none other than Jihoon.

I stand there watching his every move, every turn, and every facial expression. This was my first time to see him dance, well not first time but you know what I mean. His movements were so strong, so fluid, filled with so much emotion. I have to admit, he was good. No extremely good, I guess he is worthy of “the best dancer” title.

I stood there for what seems like forever until he was finished his set. Sweat drops forming on his forehead, his dark hair, damp from the sweat. He stood there trying to catch his breath. Dare I say, he kinda looks good. None the less he really was an amazing dancer.

“Cat got your tongue?” A voice spoke. “W-what the fuck- no. I was just passing by.” Lie. It was Yoonbin one of Jihoons friends. “Hmm, sure. Jihoon is a good dancer, ya know.” Yes, he was. “I mean, he could use more work but.” “Yoonbin? I that you? Whos there?” It was Jihoon, I can't let him find me here. “Shit, I wasn't here, got it?” I glare at Yoonbin. With that, I hid behind one of the lockers.

I peek behind to see what was happening. Jihoon walks out of the room, running his hands through his dark locks. “Was there someone with you.” He looks around the room. “Nope, just me.” Thank god. “I saw your dance, powerful as always.” Yoonbin complements. “Thanks, Bin just getting my anger out.” “Hmm?” “Y/n and I are the duet for the competition, by force.” He sighs. “Hey, at least your working with one of the best.” He pats is back. “Sure. Make sure your movements are sharp. AGAIN.” He mocks. First of all, I do not sound like that. Second of all, he isn't the only one sulking about this. But we need to suck it up for the sake of the team.

~~~~~~

“So noona, what happened in there.” My brother questions. “I'd rather not say.” “Oh come on, I'm sure it isn't something bad.” He pesters. “If you call, me and Jihoon the duet for the competition, “not bad” then I have no clue what is.” I complain. Silence. I turn to face my brother. His mouth agape. “What?’’ “ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, MY SISTER AND HER SWORN ENEMY, IN THE SAME DUET. WE’RE DOOMED. THERE GOES OUR WIN!” He whines. I could not believe what just unfolded in front of me. “Listen here you brat, I’m sure the both of us can find a way to work things out.” I say with no confidence in my voice what so ever.

“Hmm, sure.” Yeongue crosses his arm. I smack him in the head lightly. “Come on, let's get home before I beat your ass.” “What!?! What did I do?” He whines. “Everything, that's what you did.” “Hmph…. What's for dinner.” “We’ll see.”

~~~~~~

I was sitting at my desk doing my homework when I heard my text tone went off.

‘Y/n, I have a good feeling there is no way we can get out of this, meet me at the studio at XXXX address, so we can TRY to work on this. -jihoon’

I didn't want to deal with this at the moment. So I simply ignored it.

‘Ik you saw this Y/n as much as I don't wanna work with you, the captain is right I will do will anything to win. Ik you would do anything too, so pls’

‘Ps I got ur number from ur bro:)’

I ran my hand through my hair and responded.

‘What if I said no?:)’

‘Come on Y/n… don't you wanna win?’

‘...fine as long as you pick me up’

‘Fuck no.’

‘Then consider this duet, through’

I saw the familiar three dots appear, signaling that he was thinking about it

‘Fine, be ready in 15’

‘XXX, the address’

I leaned back in my chair and sighed. I can not believe this is actually happening. I gathered the rest of my pride to get my stuff together. I packed my bag with pointe shoes, got dressed and headed downstairs. “And where are you going?” Yeongue questioned. “None of you business traitor.” I glared plopping on the couch. “I literally breathed what did I do?” “You gave him my number that's what you did” “Huh, oh what was I supposed to do? Say “Sorry, she doesn't have a phone” When ur literally on it 25/8.” He talks back.

“And where did you learn that sass from?” I question. “Learned from the best.” He makes a face at me. I return the favor.

My phone rings.

“I'm, outside come out loser.”

“Whatever.”

I hung up the phone. “Call me when mom gets home, or if she doesn't, kay.” “Yup, now be nice.” He mocks. “I am.”

I head out the door. And I come face to face with Jihoon and his Audi. “Get in.” He demands. And I comply. The whole ride there was silence. This was the first he and I have been alone together, not counting the times we were in detention. I sat there silently in the passenger seat looking out the window. While looking out the window I remembered, how Jihoon had his hand over mine in the principal's office.

“So.” I started. “Back in the office, uhh why did you hold my hand?” I look over to the boy who was driving the Audi, eyes focused on the road. “Hmm, I thought, Mr. Yang would notice and go easy on us, but as you can see that didn't happen.” He sighs. I scoff in disbelief. “In short, you attempted to use me to get out of there, fucking selfish. “Hey, in my defense you also did not want to be there.”

There goes my attempt at holding a conversation. All he cares about is himself, no one else. I can't believe I’m actually complying to this. With that, the rest of the car ride there was in silence.

~~~~~~

At the studio

“We’re here.” I get out of the car. Wow, this place is amazing. I look at the building standing in front of me in awe. Jihoon and I enter through the full glass entrance with matching doors to go with it. And came face to the modernized lobby. Jihoon went to the front desk to ask if there was a dance studio available for us to use, giving me time to look around.

I walk around and look at all of the amazing dancers in the paintings that were hung in the lobby. One day I’ll be just like them, just wait and see. “Loser!” Jihoon yells pulling me back into reality. “One day I’ll be just like them.” That's what I said. “Pfft, in your dreams.” I humor. He pushes me causing me to stumble backward.

“Anyways I got us a room.” “Sweet.” Jihoon guides me up the stairs and into the dance studio he managed to get us. “How you even know about this place? I mean like it's like so high class.” I questioned, attempting at another conversation. “Cousin works here. Get changed there's a change room over there.” He bluntly states and heads towards the guys change room. Nice going Y/n, if you can't hold a conversation with him how can you even dance with him. I go grab my stuff and get changed.

I exited the change room wearing my leggings and loose crop top with my sports bra under and my pointe shoes on of course. I walked back into the dance studio where Jihoon was already warming up.

He was wearing a plain white shirt and grey Nike sweats. “So, I was thinking we go with a ballad song, like this.” I say pulling out my phone. “Uhh, here's what we’re not gonna do, we are going to an energetic piece.” “Uhh, how bout not. I don't DO energetic.” I say. “And I don't DO ballad songs. We glare at each other. This is the exact reason why I did not to work with him, he never listens to me.

He puts on a song over the speakers. “Dance, we’ll see what fits and what doesn’t.” He suggests. I raised my hands in the air and back off to the other side of the studio.

I started to dance, he did too. Anyone could tell that our styles did not mesh. Suddenly Jihoon bumped into me for like the 100th time today, I looked over at him and he just smirked. This bastard, if he wants to go let's go.

I walk over to him and shoved him, and signaled him to bring it on. And he did pulling off his best moves in order to out dance me, oh I was not going to let him beat me. He stopped dancing indicating it was my turn, I took this opportunity to pirouette towards him backing him out of my space. I pulled my sharpest moves, even throwing some flips that Yeorum taught me, all going to the song of course. The suddenly Jihoon joined in. Both of us battling to see who was better, but it was clearly both of us were tied went it came to the technique, but neither of was wanted to admit it.

“THAT'S IT! I had enough, we aren't going anywhere! All we’ve done is compete! We are not going to get anywhere!” I yelled. “It's your fault, you got in my way!” He huffs. “I did not you bumped into me!” “Hah, funny I’m totally laughing right now.” “If you would just listen to me, we would probably be down!” I scream.

“Not everything is about you! I can't help that you can’t let loose!” Jihoon yells out. That's it he drew the line I’m out. I can’t work with this BS. I grabbed my bag and shoes and left the studio. “And where do you think you're going?” Jihoon follows me out. “Home.” I deadpanned.

“We just got here, you can't leave.” “Just watch me try.” I stormed down the stairs and left the place. I can’t believe that he said that, he's spouting complete and utter bullshit. I walked outside, then walked back Jihoon. “Drive me home.”

(a/n sksks this the first time im letting the world see my writing, dw im planning to get better,, ignore the mistakes ive made in the story. part 2 will be out soon <3 luv yall please continue to support)

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