Inequalities [Lookism X Reader]

TWENTY NINE : Trainee Life (4)

The room fell into a hush as everyone silently observed the performances of the higher classes. Each group showcased their improvements for the month, determined to shine in front of the two rarely-seen idols, DG and Aru. Daniel watched intently, soaking in every move of the Class A and B trainees. Their confidence and skill were undeniable, and Daniel found himself inspired, wanting to reach their level someday.

When it was finally Lasol and Oliver's turn, the room's energy shifted.

Daniel, who had previously thought Class A was the pinnacle of talent, was forced to rethink his judgment. As Lasol and Oliver danced, their performance exuded a level of precision, fluidity, and charisma that left him and everyone else stunned.

"The Class A trainees were good, but Oliver and Lasol... they're on a completely different level," Daniel thought. His mind wandered back to your comment from the other day, when you told the Class A boys that Lasol and Oliver were better than them. At the time, it seemed like a bold statement, but now he understood it was the plain truth.

But one question lingered in his mind: "If they're this good, why are they still in Class C?"

The murmurs among the trainees echoed his thoughts.

"Oh man..."
"Oliver's incredible."
"Lasol is amazing... and so pretty when she dances."
"Now I get it."

Class B trainees openly admired the duo, while the Class A trainees frowned, clearly irritated by the sudden comparisons. Meanwhile, standing beside DG, you couldn't help but marvel at the performance. "Lasol looks so graceful, and Oliver's so cool." you muttered. Then, with a playful grin, you added in a softer voice, just loud enough for DG to hear, "Oliver-oppa..."

DG's reaction was immediate. He flinched, his brow arching in disapproval as he turned to look at you. "What the hell?" he replied flatly, his tone laced with annoyance.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his expression. "Oh, come on." you teased. "Your fans call you 'darling,' 'sweetheart,' 'baby,' and—" you paused dramatically, leaning closer to whisper in a mockingly sweet tone, "'DG-oppa~♥.'"

His face darkened, and before you could pull back, he pinched your waist, making you stifle a laugh. "Shut up." he grumbled, trying to focus on the performances again, but his irritation was betrayed by the slight flush in his cheeks.

Seeing him flustered only fueled your mischief. With a sly grin, you leaned closer again and whispered in a sultry tone. "How about I call you Daddy for a change?"

For a second, DG froze. The audacity of your words sent his brain into overdrive, and his face turned a deeper shade of red. He quickly brought a hand up to cover his expression, avoiding your gaze entirely.

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" he muttered, glaring at you from behind his hand.

You leaned back, amused by his reaction, your teasing smile widening as you noticed how he refused to look at you. "Oh, DG, you're too easy." you thought, silently laughing to yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain someone was watching the exchange with growing annoyance. Aru's lips tightened as she observed the playful dynamic between you and DG. The warmth and familiarity in your interaction clearly bothered her, and she couldn't help but feel a little more irked by your presence.

As Class B buzzed with excitement over Oliver and Lasol's performance, their murmurs filled the room. You, on the other hand, were focused on teasing DG, enjoying every subtle reaction you managed to draw from him. However, not everyone was as entertained. Aru, seated nearby, was glaring daggers in your direction. Her simmering jealousy was evident, and her face twisted further with each passing moment.