𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒅 / OT7 x Reader

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* (A/N: From now we'll pretend everything is in korean and when Y/N speaks in english, it would look like this)

"All from the top! 5, 6, 7, 8!"

Again the basic sportive routine they've prepared for us to be 'in shape'. After that we would keep on showing the upgrades in the choreographys, weird thing is that all of the 8 boys in the trainee program had the same choreo, but I had a totally different one,even different song but I've never had the courage to ask for an explanation, coward me.

10 more minutes of rope skipping and we're done with exercise. Now one by one we're dancing and singing what we're supposed to show to the coaches.

"Next would be Choi, then Lee and at the end... Y-Y/L?... The girl"

The girl... I have no name, just the girl between the eight male I trained with, including Felix.

This Choi boy always gets good critics so we don't really pay attention to what they told him. The next one is Felix, and now I got to know what is for him to really work hard, he trains day and night without rest and I've learned to follow his steps: I practice immediately we arrive to the practice room and go home close to midnight. We've been training hard but he works ten times harder and always receive not really good critics.

"You were okay Felix but not great, we need more. Keep working... Last one, please!"

I give Felix an apologetic look, he really did good and now they're turning down all of his efforts. Damn, I really feel like hugging him.

I turn my eyes to the coach and get in my position. I've been working this last two weeks in the lyrics and choreo of this song called 'We are bulletproof pt.2' it's a funny tune with a 'masculine' dance and, to be honest, I like it.

I'm panting at the end of the performance in the little room full of men. They gave me different looks, a proud one I know really well, some jealous or dirty ones, but nothing I can't handle by now.

"Everybody, take 20 minutes for lunch! Y/L, wait here for a second, we need to talk" the main coach calls out for me and I got scared.

"I'll wait for you outside" Felix turns to me and speaks in english, as we usually do, I give a little nod.

Now that everyone is outside the practice room, I turn my feet to the coach. "Is everything okay, teacher?"

"You know we do like your work, and we give you a little more homework than the rest, that's because we're preparing you for great things..."

For seven months now, I've been hearing this same sentence. I'm good, but not enough, so they'll give me more things to practice to, not counting the fact that I'm still working at the 24-hours store and that I'm missing my little sister so bad. This is hard, really.

"...We need you to work on this new track, you know the way: listen to the demo, practice the lines in red and learn the dance from the video..." and he handed me a CD with an ugly handwriting that says 'N.O', the same authors as the last songs I've been receiving since I arrived here.

"...And about the lyrics you gave us, we chose the one called 'Coffee', we modified it a little, but don't worry, again the credits are under the name of ADORA. Keep on working, the wait will worth it." The two coaches pad my right shoulder before exiting the room.

This is how I'm supposed to work, I learn songs and dances from someone I don't know and only god knows why. I'll write some lyrics used in albums I've never got to hear, just some kind of 'sneak peek' of my modified work. And then, the story repeats itself.