♮Idol au
♮"I don't think I can do it."
"Of course you can, I believe in you.
Don't worry, okay?
I'll be right here backstage for you."
Book 3 in the Dreaming series
Book cover: @ chaaxou on instagram
Cause he seems like he's good for you And he makes you feel like you should And all your friends say he's the one His love for you is true
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Hayun arrived at the dance studio early, determined to get in some extra practice. She cranked up the music and threw herself into the routine, her movements sharp and precise. But as she executed a particularly challenging move, a sharp pain shot through her knees.
Breathing heavily, she stood up straight, hands on her hips, and tried to catch her breath. The pain was intense, and she scrunched her face in discomfort. Glancing down, she saw blood trickling down her knees, staining her bruised skin.
With a frustrated sigh, Hayun leaned down to inspect the wounds. She needed to find some band-aids quickly. Looking around the room, she realized there were none in sight. She decided to leave the studio and head towards the first aid room.
As she hurried down the hallway, she nearly collided with someone. It was Renjun, who looked surprised to see her.
He was about to greet her when he saw her bloodied knees. "We meet like this again." he said, his tone light but his eyes filled with concern. "Yeah, seems like it." Hayun replied, her voice not so easygoing as she usually was.
Renjun immediately assessed the situation. "Hold on, there are band-aids in our practice room. I'll be right back," he said, his tone comforting. "It's fine Renjun, I'll-" Hayun started, but Renjun was already hurrying away.
Hayun sighed, leaning against the hallway wall, head back as she kept her eyes closed, tired.
Not even a minute later, instead of Renjun, Jisung emerged from the practice room, his face etched with worry. He was carrying a a small black pouch. "Hey, what happened?" he asked, his voice full of concern as he approached her. "Are you okay?"
Hayun looked at him, a mixture of relief and embarrassment washing over her. "I guess I pushed myself a bit too hard," she admitted. "Again."
Jisung's eyes moved away from her face, trailing down until he saw her injured knees, he grimaced, immediately flooding with worry. She had hurt herself again in the same place, fresh blood dripping down her leg.
It was clear from his expression that he was deeply concerned, sad too. He didn't want to see her get hurt or be in pain.
With the bag full of first aid items clutched in his hand, Jisung leant down to look closer, a hand on the wall beside her, he put the bag on the ground as was about to move into a crouch but he hadn't even moved an inch before he heard voices and people waking nearby.
It was two staff members entering the hallway talking. Jisung, now startled, had realised they were in the middle of a hallway and anyone would walk by, he panicked and grabbed the black bag off the ground and stood up straight, the staff members briefly looking at the two as they passed.
