A/N : since the waiting for request is pretty long (till June 😅) I will take requests till the end of the month and then stop for awhile until I get through all of your requests. Thanks for understanding 😊
@Reptiguy22 here's your request. Hope you like it.
1100 words.
⚠️SA (very light), Harassment
At first, it was just corrections.
The new dance instructor had been hired only a month ago — tall, confident, praised for his sharp technique. Niki had been excited. He lived for dance, and he thought maybe this would push him to a new level.
It started small.
A hand resting lightly on his waist during choreography corrections — lingering too long.
Fingers brushing his arm when adjusting posture.
Standing too close when explaining routines, voice low, breath too warm.
Niki told himself it was normal.
Professional dancers touched a lot. It was nothing.
But then came the late-night practices.
"Niki, stay after. Let's fix your solo."
He stayed — of course he stayed. He wanted to be perfect.
The studio felt different with just the two of them.
Quieter. Heavy.
The instructor's compliments turned strange. Not about his technique — about him.
"You're beautiful when you move."
"No one else can dance like you."
Touches changed too — a hand sliding from his shoulder to his lower back. A palm on his thigh during stretches, holding too long. A thumb brushing his cheek when he messed up a spin.
"You're too tense," the instructor murmured. "Relax... you're safe with me."
But Niki didn't feel safe.
He started dreading practices, but he didn't know how to say no.
He was the youngest.
He didn't want to cause trouble.
Didn't want to be ungrateful.
He started arriving earlier and leaving faster.
Started showering immediately after practice, scrubbing his skin until it was raw.
Started laughing less. Smiling less.
Started flinching without even realizing it.
He told no one.
Not his hyungs, not even Sunoo who could read him like a book, not Heeseung who always seemed to know when something was wrong.
He thought maybe he could endure it.
Maybe it would stop.
Maybe it was his fault for being weak.
It didn't stop.
It got worse.
Every time the instructor touched him now, it felt possessive. Like ownership. Like a trap.
One evening after a group practice, the others packing up for dinner, Niki felt a hand close around his wrist.
"Stay," the instructor whispered. "Five more minutes."
Niki yanked his arm back instinctively, fear flashing across his face.
A voice interrupted — bright and sharp.
"Yo, Niki!" Heeseung called. "Come on, we're heading out!"
Niki didn't hesitate. He bolted across the room like a runner hearing the starting gun, heart pounding so loud it hurt his ears.
Heeseung glanced at the instructor, whose smile was too cold, too practiced.
Something in Heeseung's gut twisted.
Something was wrong.
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K-pop sickfics/hurtfics
Fanfiction** requests are close** Some K-pop sick/hurtfics/littlespace about my favorite K-pop group. I take request. This story is considered a mature because some chapter could be triggering for people, but there is and will be no smut in this book.
