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CHAPTER 16

3RD PERSON POV.

"Ahh, I cant, K wait!"

The personal practice room felt eerily quiet despite the faint hum of Bury a Friend playing on repeat in the background. The shadows of their movements danced on the mirrored walls as Diya and K lay sprawled on the floor, catching their breath.

Diya stared up at the ceiling, trying to calm her racing thoughts. I can do this, she reminded herself, even though her body still trembled slightly from their earlier attempt. Her legs felt like jelly, and her mind was a blur of choreography and nerves.

“Ready to try again?” K’s voice cut through the silence. He was sitting up now, brushing the sweat off his brow, his expression a mix of determination and concern.

Diya nodded, even though her heart was pounding. “Yeah... Just don’t drop me, okay?” she said, half-joking, half-serious.

K chuckled, offering her a reassuring smile. “I told you, I won’t let you fall.”

The move they were struggling with was... unconventional, to say the least. Diya had to lean backward onto K’s back, her own back aligned against his, as he gripped her arms and lifted her up. She was supposedto lift her legs up and then split it int he air as she is on K's back, creating a striking visual effect that matched the haunting vibe of the song.

But every time they tried, she either slipped or panicked mid-air, causing them to collapse in a heap of tangled limbs.

“Alright,” K said, standing up and offering her his hand. “One more time.”

Diya hesitated but placed her hand in his. He pulled her up with ease, his grip steady and grounding. She took her position behind him, her mind racing. It’s just a move. Just choreography. Don’t overthink it.

As the music started again, she leaned back, feeling the sharp contrast of his solid frame against her slight weight. She could feel K adjust his stance to brace her as his hands gripped her arms firmly. “I’ve got you,” he murmured.

She closed her eyes and pushed off the floor, her legs lifting into the air. For a moment, everything felt like it clicked—the music, the movement, the trust. But then doubt crept in, and her body tensed.

“Don’t panic!” K’s voice came sharply. He held her steady, his grip tightening to keep her from slipping, even though she has a light body.

“I’m trying!” Diya yelped, her heart hammering as her legs wobbled in the air.

K adjusted again, shifting his weight to support her better. “You’re doing great. Just relax. Trust me.”

Taking a deep breath, Diya forced herself to let go of the fear. She focused on the music, letting it guide her movements. K’s strength was unyielding, and for the first time, she felt... safe.

When the chorus hit, they nailed the move. Her body arched gracefully as K lifted her higher, and for a split second, she felt weightless—like she was flying.

As the song ended, K gently set her down, both of them collapsing onto the floor in exhaustion.

“We did it!” Diya gasped, a grin spreading across her face.

“Told you I wouldn’t drop you,” K teased, nudging her shoulder.

Diya laughed, her earlier fear melting away. "Didn't knew trusting humans would be THIS good."

K stopped, looked at her. Diya side eyed him awkwardly. "Anyways, let's go see what others are doing."

She stood up and ran out of thr oom and into the practice room across them.