CEO of Love (Lee Minho x Reader)(Arranged Marriage AU)

~Chapter 5~

I made it to the local dance studio, coincidentally, under Moonlight Entertainments brand. I approached the lady behind the desk with a smile. Attempting to speak the little Korean I had learned from the countless K-pop videos I had binged on YouTube, I introduced myself.

"My name is Y/N Clarke. I would like to use one of your studios to practise please?" She seemed to notice my horrible accent and spoke in clear English. "Of course. I've seen your videos online, you inspire many customers that come here. Follow the signs to the twilight practise room. And feel free to stay as long as you want." She smiled brightly and handed me a key card with stars decorating the lanyard it was on.

I bowed politely and made my way to the practise room. When I finally got there, the door was decorated with the same pattern as the lanyard with the words 'Twilight Room' in a big bright font on the front. I unlocked it and stepped inside.

A large mirror lined the entire wall and a speaker was hooked up to a big TV that was attached to a computer on a table beside it. I pulled out my own laptop from my bag and replaced the computer already there, going onto my Spotify and finding my warmup playlist.

I started by spending 20 minutes stretching and doing a cardio workout to get my body going. By the time I finished I was breathing heavy. I brushed the loose strands of hair from my face and clicked on a specific song I like to dance to. 

(Cue Red Lights by Stray Kids)

The song started up and I danced. This one was an original dance, choreography I had came up with as a challenge on my YouTube channel. I poured my emotions into every step, changing my expression while I mouthed along to the words. The more I got into the song, the louder I started to sing and before I knew it, I was performing live in my head.

Sweat clung to my forehead and the mic attached to my ear wobbled as I moved. It almost stuck to my dry lips and the instrumental blared behind me accompanied by my breathless words. My tight clothes clung to my curves and tons of fans in front of me cheered at my talent. Everything felt so real that it took me a couple seconds to register the person standing at the door.

The song had ended and as I turned to grab my water I caught sight of the mousey brown hair and brown eyes watching me intently. His face was emotionless as he stared at me. "Minho?" I recognised him from the meeting a couple days ago. 

His fancy black suit was replaced with casual dance clothes, something I had seen K-pop idols wear in all there dance practise videos. Now that I could see him more clearly, I could see the way his lips curled into a smirk at my voice. How his eyes seemed to sparkle after watching my performance. And even the way his body shifted to a more casual position as he leant against the wall.

"In the flesh." He strolled over to my laptop with a familiar expression on his face. "Ahh. Stray Kids. Didn't know you were a fan." He turned back to me. My voice was shaky as I responded, still not processing what was happening. "I'm not. Well not a huge fan anyway. I don't even know what they look like, my fans just recommended I use this song for a choreography challenge."

He nodded knowingly. "I've seen your channel. You have a lot of potential, but your technique is a little off." He paused for a second, lost in thought. "You've never had lessons have you?" His eyes stared into mine searching for a reaction to his question. My brain went blank and I momentarily got lost in his gaze.

Shaking my head I managed to pull myself back to reality. "No I haven't. You saw my parents the other night, as if they would let me do something I enjoy." He let out a small laugh. "Sucks to be you I guess." His smile turned sad and I reached out to touch his shoulder. He jerked away in shock. "I'm sorry." He just shook his head and returned to my laptop.

"Do the dance again, ill help you smooth it out and teach you some useful techniques." He pressed play and stood behind me, watching through the mirror. I danced, getting lost in my head once again. The song finally ended and he looked me up and down suggestively. "So, how can I improve?"

He took a couple steps forward until he was right behind me. "Your step during that second chorus was a little rushed. Make it flow more and sync it with your arms." He demonstrated the move perfectly. "Now you try." he stepped back and watched me do the move failing epically. "No, move your foot this way with your arm." 

His hand gently grasped my arm easing it into a looser position. His other hand was on my waist as he stepped with me through the move. I felt my heart rate quicken at his touch. His fingers grazed mine and I sucked in a breath. He seemed to notice, smirking but continuing to help me.

We spent hours working through every move in the dance and finally when we were happy, collapsed onto the floor. "Thanks for your help." I passed my drink bottle to him and he took a small sip. "No problem." I got up and walked over to my bag, pulling out a camera and tripod. 

"Want to be featured in a video?" I held up the camera and he smiled, getting up and getting into position. "Sure." I set up the camera and made sure it was recording before running over to the laptop and pressing play. I rushed back to my spot just in time to start the dance.

This time in perfect sync with my fiancé, I danced through the song. We shared intimate glances throughout the whole song which added to the emotions we were trying to give off. By the end of the song we sat down in front of the camera.

"Today I had help from Lee Minho to adjust the dance I did for a challenge five years ago. This dance was recommended by you guys, and with Minho's experience and techniques, we improved the dance massively. I hope you all enjoy the dance and I will be posting a mirrored version soon for you guys to follow along to. Bye!" I waved and turned off the camera.

I felt Minho's hand rest on my shoulder. "Thanks for that, you did good." Then he got up and left the room. I stared after him, subconsciously craving his presence, wishing he would walk back into the room. But after a couple minutes he didn't return and I got up leaving the room as well.