Stars Entwined | Bada Lee AU

thirteen

Aiki watched with a playful smirk as Jennie tried to replicate the dance moves. "Oh, come on, Jennie. This is your song! You need to be more confident than that," Aiki teased, hands on her waist.

Jennie, slightly annoyed, huffed her hair away from her face. "Yeah, but it isn't my choreo," she replied, attempting the steps again.

"Do you realize how many days I sacrificed to nail the original 'You and Me' choreo? Weeks, unnie!" Jennie dramatically lamented, wiping away the sweat as if she had just conquered a dance marathon.

Aiki chuckled, handing Jennie a cold water bottle. "Well, it isn't my fault that you wanted to learn a new one. Shouldn't you be focusing on your upcoming concert instead?" she teased, enjoying the banter.

"It's fine; I have a few more days. Besides, the rest of the members will arrive two days from now," Jennie replied, taking a refreshing sip of water.

"Damn, Bada really did well on this choreography," Aiki complimented, watching the video again and recalling the moves to guide Jennie.

Jennie, clearing her throat theatrically, stood up. "Hello? I'm here. Shouldn't you focus on your student, Seonsaengnim?" she said with a playful flourish.

Aiki chuckled at Jennie's antics. "Why don't you just ask Bada to teach you this anyway?" Aiki suggested, knowingly trying to steer the conversation.

Jennie shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, let's just say we ended on a bad note, and now we're mortal enemies," she said, adding a touch of drama.

"Bada isn't the type to rub people the wrong way. She's not a bad person in general," Aiki defended Bada, recalling their brief meeting during the shoot of Street Dance Girls Fighter 2.

Rolling her eyes, Jennie retorted, "Well, she's bad to me." She switched her tone, pouting and mockingly crying, "Are you going to help me or not?" She pleaded with Aiki, shifting the conversation away from the sensitive topic.

Aiki sensed there was more beneath Jennie's playful facade. Not wanting to press too much, she decided to focus on helping Jennie prove whatever she was determined to prove.

*.·:·.✧ Jennie ✧.·:·.*

'And cut!' Aiki's voice echoed in the studio, marking the end of our dance session. I let out a sigh of relief, dropping down onto the floor. The exhaustion settled in, and I couldn't help but mutter to myself, 'What did I get myself into?'

Aiki, with an encouraging smile, patted my head as she sat down beside me. She pulled up the video on my phone, showcasing the fruits of our labor. "You did good," she complimented, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at the accomplishment.

Taking a moment to appreciate the video, I marveled at how quickly I had picked up the routine. My determination, or perhaps my stubborn pride, had propelled me forward.

As Aiki announced her departure, I couldn't help but protest, 'You're not staying longer?' I crossed my arms, adopting a playful pout, still sprawled on the floor.

With a chuckle, Aiki responded, 'I have kids, Jennie.' I tried a feeble attempt, suggesting, 'Let them join us then.' We both laughed, knowing it was just wishful thinking.

As Aiki stood to leave, I followed suit, stretching my tired muscles. "It was great having you here, Aiki. Thanks for helping me out," I expressed my gratitude genuinely.

Aiki ruffled my hair, teasingly saying, 'Anytime, kiddo. Just don't make it a habit, alright?' With a final wave, she exited the studio, leaving me with a sense of accomplishment and newfound energy.