Dancing with the stars preferences

Imagine #7 artem

You are going to be on dancing with the stars. You have a boyfriend who's also going to be on the show. His name is artem. He's a pro on dancing with the stars. Your a singer and that's why your on it.

"Can I go in now?" You ask the producers. They all are wearing black outfits. They all shake there heads no. You groan. You really wanna know who it is and there not letting you meet him.

"Just finish answering the questions then you can go in." He reassures you. You sigh and nod. You begin to figit with the ends of your hair.

"Who do you want your partner to be?" He ask you. You ponder before answering.

"Artem....i guess." You say.

"Why?" They ask.

"Well he's always here dancing and stuff and I never get to see him at home. And I guess I miss him" you say blushing with every word.

"Aw I miss you too." A Russian voice says behind you. You jump when someone says it. You jump so hard you fall out the chair.

"Ow" you say in a tiny tight voice. The voice runs over and helps you up. You get up and move your hair out the way. You finally look at this voice that made you fall on your ass. You look up and see artem. You instantly wrap your arms around his neck and bury his face in his neck. He wraps both of his arms around your waist and lifts you up.

Your happy he's your partner but your also not happy. He's known for yelling and telling people what to do. You hate that. You hate people telling you what to do. Everything was going fine until that Saturday. The day before camera blocking.

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You guys practicing our samba and you think your doing good until he pauses the music. You have a confused look on your face.

"You hands,Love. Your doing everything else right but your hands are horrible. I-i- I can't think of anything else to say. The show is on 2 days and your hands haven't improved." He scold you. Your throat taste like bile. You thought you were going great. You nod your head slowly.

You guys do the dance again and you felt like it was your best but Atrem's face says other wise.

"I don't understand. I've been telling you MULTIPLE TIMES Y/N. You should done it the first time I told you not the 5th time. " he yells at you. Your stomach clenches when he does. You hate being yelled at. It does 2 things. It can either make you cry or make you snap. It doesn't do either.

"I'm trying my best. " You plead to your boyfriend. Your voice sounds tight and small. It never does that unless. No. No. Your scares of your boyfriend.

Pinches the top of his nose and closes his eyes. He obviously didn't wanna hear that your trying but why? You think in your head. You have your hear down looking at your bare feet. You did your toes the other day and they look great. There dark purple and look great with your skin tone.

"Dont try,Y/N/N do." (A//N: Your Nick name) He says. You snap your head up. He has a smirk on his face. You hit his chest playfully. Huh. Maybe your not scared of him after all.

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Your at your camera blocking and everything is going smoothly until your dress rips and your freeze. Thank God you only had 2 more eight counts before the dance was over. Artem kept dancing but you froze. He's gonna get me for this. You say in your head.

He stop dancing and he turns to you. He has a pissed off look on your face. You Gulp. His breathes begin to quicken and he runs his hands though his hair. You run away. You run away for a few reasons.