EXO IMAGINES ( VERY SLOW UPDATES)

KAI || Stalker

You enrolled in a dance class since you were fond of dancing and you really love watching people who is good at dancing. It was a 7-Sunday program. You meet only once a week with the students enrolled in that class and by the end of the program there would be a recital about your learning’s or dance moves.

“Hello Guys and Girls.” Your dance instructor says as she raised a piece of paper.

“We only have one week before the recital, and I have decided the number of members in the groups. Since we are 23 here, we have decided to make 8 groups of three and one partner. NOW, palli (hurry) and decide your group members. Hurry!” She clapped her hands after saying these.

You stood there alone, as other students starts to pick their group mates. Since you were only alone when you enrolled in this problem, you have no partner/s to pick.

All of them were already grouped except for you…

“Is everyone with their respective groups?”

“Ah,” you raised your hand since you still haven’t had your partner.

“Jaerin? Then you should be paired with…” before the instructor could even finish speaking, a guy, catching his breath, arrived. His hair was still messy, and his knapsack hung on his one shoulder coolly.

“Sorry ma’am. I am late.” His smile lightened up the room. 

“…Kai.” The instructor continued her sentence.

Kai then stood beside you and everyone got envious. Well, Kai was the favorite of all. He could dance almost all type of dances that made all of you wonder why he still enrolled in this class. To show off, you always thought as he dances and get praised for his skills.

“Hi,” he smiled at you and you just flashed him a fake smile.

“Now that you are done picking your groups, you’ll need to pick up from this box…,” the instructor says as she raised a black box, “… your type of the dance.”

Every group picked up a piece of paper from the box and opened it with the instructors signal. Kai did it for both of you, and he was also the one who opened it.

“Hiphop.” Your classmates start to tell their type of dance.

“Pop. ”

Kai just looked at the piece of paper, while you curiously wait for him to tell you. “Excuse me, what type of dance are we--” You peeked at the paper he was holding and you were stopped talking BY what he picked up.

“Kai and Jaerin?”

“Interpretative.”

The class ended about 6 late in the afternoon after counseling about the song each group has decided. You ended up with BOA’s Only One.

“When shall we start practicing?” You asked him, trying not to be awkward since you are starting to get intimidated by him and the girls that were looking at him as both of you walked along the streets to a near bus stop.

“Tomorrow?”

“O-okay, where?”

“I’ll call you, give me your number.” He asked as he hands you his phone. You obediently typed your phone number then give his phone back to him. “Where do you stay?”

“Just nearby. I can walk.” You blankly said as you looked at him.

You were lying though, because you don’t want to take the same bus he would take. It’s intimidating, you thought.