Into You

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Hakyeon didn't say much about the note. He just suggested that maybe Ravi was going to offer me a better job somewhere else.

Hongbin shrugged and we left it at that. I found myself waiting for the day to end so I could meet with this person already.

After what feels like a week, the cafe closes and I am free to head to the dance studio.

Hakyeon offered to come with me but I just told him to go home and sleep.

I get into the elevator and head to the fourth floor. I step out of the elevator and frown when I see at least seven doors, each leading to a different studio.

I go to just leave as this looks hopeless but then I hear the muffled music playing.

I strain my ears to hear it and instantly I recognise the tune as Dangerous Love by Ravi.

I follow the music and end up at the third door. I slowly open and look inside to see Ravi rehearsing the choreography for his song which was released on the repackage of his album just last year.

He doesn't see me at first and I try to keep it that way as I just peer through the crack and watch him.

He is an amazing dancer. I don't understand how he dances so well and raps at the same time.

I can truly understand why he is so popular. I must admit I do have all of his albums downloaded on my phone.

The song comes to an end and Ravi breaths heavily as he takes a swig from his water bottle and wipes his face with a towel.

I edge the door open slowly and it lets out a horrifyingly loud creak.

Ravi snaps his head in my direction and smiles softly when he sees me.

"Please, come in" He finishes off his drink and I slowly enter the room.

I stand in the middle of the room as he leans against the far wall. He studies what I wear and I find myself doing the same to him.

He wears black, ripped jeans with a white t-shirt. I myself have black ripped jeans with a long blue shirt.

"How is it possible to make coffee all day in that shirt?" He asks and gestures to my shirt.

"It's not but that doesn't matter. I like a challenge" I tell him and he nods slowly.

I clear my throat as I notice his gaze is stuck on the top of my shirt. The top two buttons remain unbuttoned as it gives me a little more movement when making drinks.

I awkwardly button them up and make eye contact with him. "May I ask what it is that you wanted to offer me?"

He nods and begins to make his way towards me.

"How would you like to be my personal barista?" He questions softly and I raise my brow.

"Is that even a real thing?" I say in disbelief and he just laughs under his breath.

"It is now."

"And what does one's personal barista do?" I move my gaze to the floor as he slowly gets closer and closer to me.

"You follow me on tours and to concerts and what not to make my coffee. Even at home you get to come over and do your thing for me."

He stops when only two steps seperate us. He remains quiet and my eyes flicker to his as I wait for him to continue.

"You will be paid generously. You won't have to worry about debts or anything ever again."

"I don't have any debts with the current job I have" I say, almost proudly.

"Do you need time to think about it? I can give you a week." He offers and takes another step towards me.

I take one back. Then another and smile tightly.
"One week it is then."

"Alright. This studio, this time next week. I shall look forward to your response."

He turns around and grabs his things off the bench. He lightly brushes past me and leaves the room.

Why does he suddenly want something so ridiculous from me? A personal barista doesn't even exist yet he wants me to be his.

I don't even want to think about it now.

I hurry to take my leave and go back to the apartment, to Nayoung who will probably think I'm dead.

I forgot to text her and tell her that I had to meet with someone after work.

Arriving at the apartment, I am not surprised when I see my younger sister sound asleep on the couch.

I sigh and quietly grab a blanket from the hallway closet and gently place it over her.

I open the fridge and examine all the possible items for consumption.

I see a container filled with what looks to be fried rice. A label is clearly stuck on the front of it and reads,
Taekwoon I swear to god I'll murder you.

So Nayoung's friend must have cooked for her again. How nice. I smile to myself as I take it from the fridge.

I can cook I just prefer to avoid it as I am usually exhausted after work.

I heat up the food and remind myself to tell Nayoung to thank her friend for me.

A/N - what do you think of ravi's offer? will taekwoon accept it?

thanks for reading!!