nct imagines

jisung - injury

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"one and two. three and four. bum bada dum bada bum. flex your hand here," you said to jisung. he nodded his head. "wanna try again?" you turned around to face him.

"yea sure," jisung replied.

"let's go from the first kick ball-change," you said and both of you backed up a bit. "five, six, seven, eight. one and two, three and four, and five, six, seven and eight. one, two, three, four. five and a six and a seven and a eight. one and two. three and four. five and a six and seven." you counted out while you danced with him. "go here on that last eight," you showed him part of the next move.

"okay," he nodded. "can we try it with music?" he asked.

you nodded, "mhm." you grabbed your phone off of the floor and went to the sound system that was in the corner of the room. you connected your phone to it, "you can watch me first." you said to jisung and played the song.

"sounds good," jisung walked towards one of the mirror walls and grabbed his water. he took a sip while you traveled back to the floor and started dancing to some of the untaught choreography.

"five, six, five, six, seven, eight. one and two, three and four, and five, six, seven and eight. one, two, three— ow!" you started hopping on your right leg and grabbed your other ankle.

"are you okay?" jisung jogged up to you. you hissed in pain. "i'll take that as a no." he grabbed one of your arms and hooked it around his neck. then, he helped you over to the mirror and sit down. "i'll grab you an ice pack," he ran out of the room while you took your shoe off. your ankle hurt to touch and was red.

"you have got to be kidding me," i huff out and lean back against the mirror. jisung ran back into the room in a matter of seconds, "thank you, jisung." he pressed the ice pack against your ankle.

"yea, sucks that you can't teach me now," he sat in front of you, still holding the ice pack to your ankle. i grab my backpack that was close by and put it underneath my foot.

"i have a video of myself doing it but it's in real-time," you said, "can you grab my phone?" you asked him.

"yea sure," he stood up and walked to the sound system. he grabbed your phone and walked back to you. he sat down and handed you your phone.

you unlocked it and looked in your photo album. you found the correct video of you dancing. "i'll send it to you," you said and sent the video.

"thanks," jisung responded.

you put your phone down and sighed, "i don't have any tape to wrap it up. and how am i supposed to walk home?" you sighed again and looked at your ankle.

"i can carry you home," jisung offered.

"no, i'm too heavy," you said to him.

he scoffed, "no you're not y/n. i've pick you up before." he carefully lifted your foot off of your backpack. he put your shoe back on and put on your backpack. then, he picked you up and carried you in your arms. "see? you're not heavy at all. light as a feather."

"i think you're just saying that to make me feel better," you said and wrapped your arms around his neck. "thank you, jisung."

"no problem y/n. anything for the coolest dancer ever," he said.

"are you talking to yourself?" you asked and he laughed.

"you're definitely better at dancing than me," jisung said as he walked down the hall.