fall [EXO fanfic]

chapter 18

A brownish mixture is stirred in a cooking pot on the stove. jenna wiped the sweat off her forehead as she compared the bright pink mixture in the picture to her own mixture. suddenly the door behind her opens and she looked round.

"hey!" she said, surprised.

yixing sat down at a chair in the kitchen. a look of pure exhaustion on his face.

 "hi" 

"how was your day?" she put the pot ( the mixture had now turned gooey) in the sink and leaned against the sink, arms crossed.

"i'm the rudest person in the world, aren't i?"

"what?!" jenna blurted out, "ofcourse not! you're the purest most innocent cinnamon bun i know"

"then why does everybody hate me so much?" he looked up at her with big, teary eyes. he started shaking a little bit and she sat down next to him, her hand on his arm.

"oohh i'm sure they do not hate you" she shushes nervously. he looked asif he was about to cry. 

"i'm sure it's my fault. one of them never shows up to class, three of them never pay attention to anything i say and the others are all kinda uninterested and disappointed in me. it's all my fault. why did i even think i could handle this job? i mean, a choreographer who's never even danced before?"

"well if it's anyone's fault, it's the company's. they hired you. it's their responsibility to train you properly. anyways, you've only worked there one week. i'm sure their opinion of you hasn't sank as low as you think it is already."

"but it's me who is incompetent. i just need to-"

"no. you're not incompetent, you're intrained. you're in need of training"

"but there's no one who can train me! except for maybe an idol, but they're all so busy..."

"weren't there any other choreographers there? sm entertainment is huge!"

"no, he told me there would be but there aren't. crazy, i know" yixing sighed and rubbed his face. "what am i gonna do?"

"wait..." jenna's face suddenly transformed. "i've got an idea...it might just...-" she stopped, got up, walked to the kitchen counter and picked up her phone.

"what?" yixing asked bewildered but jenna ignored him.

"i need to make some calls" she said vaguely and walked out of the room. yixing stared at her leave and at the door for some time. then he got up to go upstairs when he saw the pot in the sink.

for some reason, he stepped to it without hesitation and started mixing it with the utensil. while lifting the pot out of the sink he took a look inside of jenna's cookbook.

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"yixing?" jenna came into the room again, eyes on her phone. "yixing, i've found a solution. you wi-..." her voice died away as she stared, mouth open, at the cake where once had been her unfortunate mixture. 

"did you..?"

"i guess i did..." yixing looked at the cake and then at jenna. "what were you saying?"

"oh yes" she shook her head,  "i found a solution! an old friend of mine is going to teach you. he's a trainee, but a very skilled dancer."

"wow. what's his name?"

"jung hoseok"