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Why Kaiser and Lorenzo are ALWAYS in my mind, then there's like Otoya, Karasu, and Yukimiya from time to time, I'm cursed.
Why Kaiser and Lorenzo are ALWAYS in my mind, then there's like Otoya, Karasu, and Yukimiya from time to time, I'm cursed.
Why Kaiser and Lorenzo are ALWAYS in my mind, then there's like Otoya, Karasu, and Yukimiya from time to time, I'm cursed.
Why Kaiser and Lorenzo are ALWAYS in my mind, then there's like Otoya, Karasu, and Yukimiya from time to time, I'm cursed.
♤ My Dear Seraph | Yukimiya Kenyu x Reader
▽ featuring: yukimiya kenyu x fem reader … no repost on any platforms © laterosal 2024 … a stylist for yukimiya kenyu? ooh boy~ … word count: 3.1k
📌 AO3 | one-shot
“You’re the model?” You gaped at him in shock as you dropped the cup of coffee onto the ground. Monochrome loose top, gingham collar, cargo pants… It hadn’t been just moments ago you crashed into him and snapped at him; you, too, were almost late to another editorial shoot to be the stylist for the client—Yukimiya Kenyu. Him?
“Oh, it’s you—” Yukimiya Kenyu, the client, removed his mask and smiled warmly at you. “How are you?”
“You aren’t even going to ask why I—”
“There’s really no need, since I’m sure you have your own reasons.” He winked at me, the bells from closing the door jingled slightly. Hm.
“Y/N, this is Yuki-kun. I hope you two can get along well…” Yuki’s agent, Tomiko, clapped her hands. “Ah. This is Y/N, and she will be your stylist for this editorial shoot.” Tomiko’s hair was tied into a bun, a clipboard in her hands with her free hand adjusting her glasses.
You silently groaned to yourself as you realized you were rude to your client, this model and student who looked too pure in your eyes. You quickly cleaned up the coffee mess on the ground, before striking up another conversation with Yukimiya Kenyu’s agent.
“Yes, yes. Can I check his portfolio real quick?” You cocked your head to the right, forcing a smile on your face as you stared at Yukimiya Kenyu.
“Ah, here.” You gave a quick glance on the agent’s electronic device through Yukimiya Kenyu’s previous shoots and swiped past each photo. Well, he sure does look stunning. You grinned at yourself as you zoomed into some photos—then exited as quickly as you glanced. His smile, posted on some photos, had some type of warmth in it.
“He’s never once done candid photoshoots, huh?” You clicked your tongue and shook your head as you remembered the purpose of this editorial shoot: candid photos, rather than another commercial shoot. “Interesting. I kinda get the vibes. Oh, and the measurements, Tomiko-san.” You frowned as she quickly handed you the clipboard with the measurements as you hummed to yourself the numbers as a quick scan. You felt a pair of eyes staring at you closely, the eyes of Yukimiya Kenyu, who wondered what clothing you would bring to the table.
“Half-turtleneck top… no, how about a lapel deconstructed flight jacket? And some accessories… a pair of sweatpants? Hm…” You murmured to yourself as you reached the bottom of the measurements page. “Ah! Balloon sweatpants… The ongoing trend for now…”
“Is there anything wrong, Y/N?” Tomiko asked nervously as you murmured even more.
“Hm?” You snapped your head up. “Oh, no. Sorry, take a seat—please. I didn’t mean to take up too much of your time.” You gestured for them to sit on the high stools near your working space at the counter—in this small-space area of where your creations take place. Sewing, knitting, and the zippers and buttons and the needle that threaded every one of the clothing for the famous actors and models. That was you. And they—models and agents—sometimes fear you, since you tend to want things done as quickly as possible. Your need to rush things made your temper flare at times—but for this client, for Yukimiya Kenyu, you wanted to take your time. He seemed to have this certain charm for you to slow down your life, the time with him seemingly longer.
“Okay. Oh, will the photographer only be here tomorrow—the day of the photoshoot?” You asked as you set the clipboard aside, digging into boxes full of materials.
“Oh, yes. Just tomorrow. Uh-thank you so much for having us today, L/N Y/N. I wasn’t quite sure whether you would be willing to work with us for Yuki’s photoshoot.” Tomiko nervously responded. “You are a busy person, after all.”
“Sure. No problem.” You shrugged as you gave them both a smile. A college student and a feared stylist… You giggled as that thought wandered into your mind. Yukimiya Kenyu, hearing a giggle from you, raised his eyebrows when your back was turned to him. “Were the measurements taken recently?”
“Oh, yes. We didn’t want to bother you with such trivial things, after all.” You suppressed a snort. Trivial things? These “things” were what stylists often did themselves to perfect the best clothing choices for the client. Oh well. “Would you like anything to drink while you prepare some clothing ideas for Yukimiya Kenyu?”
“Sure. Any place is fine. Caramel macchiato, with milk foam and oat milk and steamed hot. Light caramel drizzle, and two shots of espresso, please.” Your eyes still trailed Yukimiya Kenyu’s photos that were still brightly displayed on Tomiko’s screen on your counter. You sketched out some designs on blank sheets of papers, tapping the butt of the pen against the counter.
“Then, a flat white for me.” You raised your eyebrows as your eyes were focused on the design as you heard Yukimiya Kenyu’s order.
“Alright. I’ll be back soon, you two.” Tomiko rushed out, with both orders scribbled onto a small notebook.
“Specific in ordering too?” Yukimiya Kenyu grinned at you as he drummed his fingers against the counter.
“Yep. Just a part of me, I guess. Specific and precise.” You locked eyes when you lifted your head up at his bright, orange eyes. “And you?”
“That’s just my go-to. I don’t try anything new—I just stick with whatever I like.” He shrugged in a carefree manner. “I’m not too picky with my orders.”
“And are you implying I am?” You smirked at him as he widened his eyes in shock.
“Oh, no, no, sorry—I didn’t mean it in that way.” He responded flustered. His cheeks were heated, and his ears had a pink tint.
You giggled as you slapped your pen down onto the counter.
“Yuki-san, I meant that as a joke.” You laughed even more as he opened his mouth to say some words, before closing it again. “Sorry.” You wiped a tear from your eye.
“Well, I suppose your order does make up for the spilled coffee from earlier.” You nodded at Yukimiya Kenyu’s words.
“Yeah. I was just… a little surprised to see you here. I didn’t realize—Oh, let me apologize for earlier… for being really rushed and rude.”
“No worries. Again, you do have your own reasons, yeah?” He murmured as he stared intently at you, his rounded glasses reflecting the light from your lamp on the counter.
“Do you wear glasses during photoshoots?”
“I don’t have to.” He mumbled uncomfortably, taking off his glasses and setting them on the table. He looked… stunning. His orange eyes gently gazed at you as your mouth dropped slightly, before you swallowed slowly.
“Oh, you can wear them if you’d like. It wouldn’t be a bother, I think…” You scratched your head nervously. He looked like an angel, from the Heavens they sent him. “Pulchritudinous star—” You slapped at your babbling mouth, eyes widening. “Sorry—” You burst into laughter again. “Your beauty throws me off, really.”
“I can see.” He looked at you innocently as a grin formed on his face. “I shouldn’t be distracting you too much from your work, right?”
“You already have, my dear client Seraph.”
The sound of the shutters and clicks from the camera made you feel at ease as you looked at Yukimiya Kenyu, the holy Seraph model— Too blinding for your eyes. You suppressed another giggle as you made eye contact with him, his small wink at you that made your cheeks feel flushed. Although you pulled an all-nighter to sew the clothing for him to wear, you thought that it was worth the end product. If he were really to have descended from the Heavens with his captivating beauty, you wanted him. He had a different aura from the rest of the boys who often flaunted you, and his signature smile that made you feel the wings of the butterflies fluttering.
“That’s it for today.” The photographer released a sigh and glanced through the photos from his camera. “Y/N-kun, as always, what an interesting outfit choice. I mean, your design for Yukimiya Kenyu—” He added when you raised your eyebrows. “Come take a look at the photos.” The agent Tomiko inched near the photographer as she nodded at each photo.
“Isn’t this cafe a beautiful shot though?” You sighed dreamily as you stared out the windows of the busy streets and cars driving by, the cityscape all displayed from this cafe window. A yawn escaped your mouth as you stretched out your arms.
“It really is.” Yukimiya Kenyu remarked as he glanced at you from head-to-toe. You turned to face him, grinning at him. Did he say that the cityscape was beautiful—or did he mean you? You noticed him pulling his pair of glasses out of his pocket, slowly adjusting his glasses. He sure did look alluring with or without his glasses. “You didn’t sleep last night, did you?”
You shrugged and sighed.
“It’s what gets the work done.”
He looked at you guiltily and nodded his head.
“Sorry about that.”
“It’s nothing, Yuki-san. Really—” You added as he scrunched his eyebrows together. Your phone vibrated in your pocket as you read the messages.
[M, REO]
Are you free today?
[YOU]
i’m with yuki-san right now
uh but yeah, i guess so
[M, REO]
Bring him over to my place.
I’ll send you the address in a second.
Business calls.
[YOU]
oh okay
ohhhh are you treating us for dinner?
[M, REO]
Yukimiya Kenyu, right?
He was my teammate in football before.
[YOU]
at the blue lock project thing?
[M, REO]
Yeah. Bring him over in thirty.
No, head to the park. I’ll have someone drive us over.
[YOU]
yes sir, rich kid
You paused as you responded, frowning as you scrolled up at the text messages. How did he know Yuki-san as Yukimiya Kenyu..? And THE Yukimiya Kenyu also played football?
“You are a famed stylist, after all.” You jumped as you realized Yukimiya Kenyu hovering behind you. “And I am somewhat of a well-known model. Sorry, I didn’t mean to glance at your text. I was going to ask you something, but I’ll tell you later.”
“Ah. Okay!” You gave him a fistbump before waving at his agent and the photographer. “See you two later!” They murmured their farewells before heading straight back to the photos.
“You know Reo?” Yukimiya Kenyu asked as you both hopped onto a public bus to head to the park. “Actually, I’m not surprised.”
“Mhm. He was my client a few times—” You rolled your eyes as you remembered him teasing you about taking his measurements. “And a long-time friend of mine since high school.”
“I see.” Yukimiya Kenyu murmured as he gripped your arm so you wouldn’t topple over in the bus as it screeched to a stop.
“Thank you, Seraph.” You giggle at him again. “You’re super adorable, huh?”
He smirked at you as he eyed you cautiously.
“Sure. You’re super cute, then.” He hesitated to add on: “Like a kitten.”
“So I am a kitten!” You squealed in delight as his face flushed again, shaking his head.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that—”
“You know I’m just teasing you, right?” You gave him a grin again. “You don’t have to worry about that. I just make everything a joke—”
“Sure, then.” He patted your head like a kitten as he chuckled when your face was a pink tint.
“Oh… Um… were you going to say something before? Uh…” You stumbled over the words, still flustered from his head pat.
“Right. Do you want to get coffee someday?” He murmured as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Yeah! Are you waiting to have my order memorized and said to the barista who stares at you like a maniac?” You cracked a smile.
“Yeah. Caramel macchiato, steamed hot, with milk foam and oat milk. Light caramel drizzle, and a shot of espresso.”
“Two shots.” You corrected, still impressed with him memorizing your order.
He stared at you amusingly.
“And two shots of espresso.”
“There you go!” You playfully punched his shoulder. “Were you ever this good at memorizing things?”
“I don’t know, actually.” He scratched his head, his eyebrows scrunched together. “Maybe it’s just for you.” For you.
“Is my charm that strong?” You flashed him a smile as he examined your outfit: baby blue shoulder crop sweater with gray drawstrings and wide sleeves, laced beige cami top, midnight blue with golden patterns on the palazzo pants, and over-the-ankle leather flats.
“To attract people like me? Yeah.” He ruffled your hair as you stared at him in disbelief. Most of your voluminous hair, with the help of a hair clip, was tied into a bun, with a few deliberate curly strands that fell to your neck. Having pulled an all-nighter, you only lightly tapped some makeup to conceal any possible dark circles, as well as adding on lip gloss. Your silver earrings were dangling just below your neck, its shine reflected from the sunlight through the bus windows.
“Out-out-out,” You murmured as the bus screeched to another stop at the city’s park. “Come on, Yuki-san!” Your face was flushed as you fidgeted with your clothing, hopping off at the bus stop. He trailed behind you, admiring your figure as you skipped down the sidewalk of the park. His steps matched yours, soon quickening his pace to catch up to yours. His hand brushed against yours, before he grasped it gently.
You swiveled around, and gasped aloud, seeing Yukimiya Kenyu bring your hand locked with his hand near his lips, carefully planting a kiss on the back of your hand.
“Eh?” You put the back of your free hand near your face, trying to cover your tinted cheeks and surprised expression. “What—” So dignified.
“Oh look who’s here today!” A familiar energetic voice shouted as both you and Yukimiya Kenyu swiveled around, seeing the chin-length dark purple hair and his silly grin. “I didn’t realize you guys were all lovey-dovey, yeah? Are you guys dating?”
“No!” You shouted back and puffed out your cheeks, your face reddening. At the same time, Yukimiya Kenyu only shrugged and responded: “I wish.”
You twisted your body to face him with a startled look.
“Yep, it’s confirmed. They really are meant for each other,” Mikage Reo teased. “Isn’t that right, Yuki?”
“If Y/N-kun wants to.” Yukimiya Kenyu shrugged again, pointing at you. Switching the topic, he turned to you and added: “Do you want to go to the same cafe after lunch?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, uh—sure!” You, flustered, stammered to respond, before nodding along.
“Okay. So, Mr. Mikage, where to?”
“Drop the formalities already…” Reo groaned. “‘Reo’ will do.”
You giggled as Yukimiya Kenyu shooed him away. Yukimiya Kenyu then stared at you, at the sound of your laughs brightening his day.
“You do have the most interesting ways to get out of Reo’s grasp.” Yukimiya Kenyu chuckled as you didn’t dare meet his eyes, the heat rising up your face.
“Well… I mean…” You puffed out your cheeks as if a child pouted. “I… Just treat this like a date, then.” You two had escaped Reo’s pestering about your relationship with a simple response tumbling out of your mouth: We’re going on a date to the cafe. Without any other words, you rushed out of the restaurant after eating lunch and waited at the bus stop for Yukimiya Kenyu.
“Yeah, I will. I’m surprised they cleaned up the photoshoot equipment really quickly, though.” You two now sat at the seats near the window with a picturesque painting of the skyscrapers and cherry-tinted sky. The very place Yukimiya Kenyu had his photoshoot earlier this morning. Having slowly finished your drinks, you fiddled with the cup sleeve on the drink. The coffee aroma was an endless scent of tranquility, although paired with the constant clinking of coffee machines and mugs that clunked together in the sink… It was a chaotic pair, so to speak.
“We did come here, like, three hours later. And it’s nice talking to you, Yuki-san.” You gave him a grin, admiring his bright orange eyes that gently gazed upon you. “Oh, I do have a question—and I hope it’s not too uncomfortable.”
“I can probably guess what you’re going to ask.” He released a sigh, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. “I have optic neuropathy.” You widen your eyes, sitting up straighter.
“Oh… I’m… sorry.” You didn’t know what to say in such a suffocating, awkward moment. You did bring this up, after all. “Is… uh, that's why Reo said you used to play football, then?”
He nodded slowly.
“I didn’t want to, but it couldn’t be helped.” He forced a smile as you bit your lip.
“Oh. You can talk to me whenever you need to, okay?” You gently squeezed his arm on the table, reminding him he wouldn’t be alone to face these problems.
“At least I have you.” He ruffled your hair gently, his eyes slightly droopy. You leaned in and kissed him on the forehead, wrapping your arms around him. He jolted, his face reddening before he pushed you back and stood up. The slight curls of his dark hair covered his eyes, and you giggled at the sight. Such a beautiful, shy person…
“I did say to treat this like a date. So there’s a kiss, mm?” You grinned at him as he laughed—but still embarrassed, he seemed to want to get out of the cafe quickly. You suppressed another giggle before noticing his eyes full of surprise—again, seemingly wanting to ask you a question.
“Are you taken?” He coughed, before adding, “Relationship-wise.”
You grinned at him, dodging his question.
“How about you?”
“No. Although, a lot do think I’m eye-catching.” Yukimiya Kenyu winked at you as you giggled. Who wouldn’t think he isn’t?
“Hm…” You thought to yourself of how to phrase your response. “Well then, yeah.” Yukimiya Kenyu’s heart sank as he clenched his fist on the counter. You tapped his puffed out cheek gently, whispering: “Look at me, Yuki.”
Startled, he widened his eyes and stared at you, his eyes filled with desperation and sadness. He was going to accept that you were someone else’s already. He turned to look at the outside view, drumming his fingers lightly against the wooden counter of the cafe.
He held his breath when he listened to the five words tumbling out of your mouth, making his heart flutter and his gaze much more gentle as it reached your eyes.
“By you, my dear Seraph. ”
wanted to try this out and found this on (@/fuyukohasnocreativity)'s blog! honestly i wanted to put ikki niko on almost all of them because we have same hair color, same height, same age. might just be a mix of kunigami-naruhaya-and-mainly-niko :) i believe kunigami and naruhaya's birthdays are theeee closest to mine---and naruhaya is barely part of the pisces gang!! (hair color's dark brown---i guess i could've gone for barou but i love yukki hehehe with zantetsu on the side)
📌📌 i also love chibi isagi | check out (@/fuyukohasnocreativity)'s blog for the template!!!!
Competitive cuties 💕💕
Look at my goat looking down on these hos, he gon surpass Rin TRUST
HEAR ME OUT MAYBE MOODBOARD FOR OUR MODELYUKIMAYA FROM BLUE LOCK
Dating kenyu yukimiya <3
=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : ohhh the prettiest boy!!
PLEASE I BEG YOU FOR A PART 2 OF THE YUKIMIYA MOODBOARD PLSS 😭
Dating kenyu yukimiya pt.2 <3
=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : another one for pretty boy ☺️💖
Are you the one making these pink icons? They’re so cute I love them!!! You should totally make Charles ones 🤭🙏
YEAHHH I ALSO MADE MORE CUZ WHY NOTTT🫶🫶🫶
— Blue lock boys as TXT members!!
‼️ all these are based off my opinion ofc :D i love my bllk scrunklies as much as my bbgs + also adding songs by txt that fits them // you can also tell who's my fav out of all aha..
isagi yoichi × choi soobin
- our beloved mc and our beloved hyung!
- i see yoichi as someone who's calm, friendly and really easygoing (minus the times when he's on the field tho 💀) . same goes to soobin ^^
- isagi would definitely have CROWN and Can't We Just Leave The Monster Alive? in his playlist, the songs just screams his vibes
yukimiya kenyu × choi yeonjun
- pretty pretty boys
- initially wanted to put rin itoshi but yeonjun is more to a smiley and goofy personality unlike rin's
- both of them are very very good at fashion (yukimiya is a model outside the bllk world and yeonjun's a fashionista himself)
- Fairy of Shampoo fits him since he seems like the classy yet elegant type
bachira meguru × choi beomgyu
- my two fav golden retrievers omg!! (beomgyu seems to be shy at first but i'm sure he's all sunshine and chirpy once you both get comfy around each other)
- their bubbly and cheerful personality matches and god i love them both sm
- both of them are very fun to be around with istg i would want to be friends with them
- beomgyu tends to talk in his sleep sometimes so i can imagine bachira doing that as well lmao
- both are very artsy (beomgyu's very creative and bachira def got his artsy side from his mom)
- Cat & Dog and Sugar Rush Ride are smth that i can see bachira head banging to in his room when he's doing spring cleaning
- bachira would definitely sing the part "i just wanna be your dog" and barks out loud 😭
chigiri hyoma × kang taehyun
- majestic duo
- both of them have older sisters
- taehyun has a cat and chigiri adores black cats (see the similarity?)
- though they might not have the same personality but they're both gorgeous so why not
- EYES and Thursday's Child Has Far To Go would be smth that he'd listen to when doing his self care routine
nanase nijiro × huening kai
- i love nanase! my precious little baby
- both of them are the youngest out of all members
- both are really sweet, polite and friendly too! gotta love these two goofballs
- 9 and Three Quarters (Run Away) and Valley of Lies fits them imo because i view them as the members' youngest brother so these two songs would def go with their young and outgoing personality
kamariya - kenyu yukimiya
paring: yukimiya x fem!reader
au: indian/bollywood + actors
cw: not proofread, intended lowercase, reader is a dancer like in that one scene in stree, yukimiya is the male lead for the "movie", yukimiya is mentioned by his first name, lyrics from the song are in Orange and italics, just yukimiya being a simp tbh
a/n: yukimiya brainrot. my indian girlies unite frfr!!! character choice based off of this moodboard a person made and. i. i had a vision. on holiday so i skipped out studying to write this (i'm cooked). Not really my best work but I wanted to post this bc I am happy to write it! hope you enjoy!! Woah fishii double posts writing 🙀
word count: 1576
best paired with: kamariya from stree <3
“practice run,” the director calls out, gesturing for all main actors and supporting cast to join him beside the camera station. the main leads, the main couple, are no where to be found. well, it’s not a big deal, since it’s just a scene with a song and dancing.
you’re a side character, a dancer, but the main dancer of the group. of course, the female lead gets introduced at this point in the film, but all eyes are on you for a good part of this scene. on you, your body, your movements and face. so naturally, you’re nervous, to say the very least.
“hmm, seems that Kenyu isn’t here yet. well, then, [name]. you can practice once more, if you’d like. might be a good idea to practice in front of a small audience, since you seemed shy when i last checked.” the director points towards a campfire setup, where the following scenes were meant to be recorded. you nod, following the others to the area where they each took their seats.
lucky for you, the other actors, both side and supporting roles, are kind. they hype you up, telling you to take your time as you both emotionally and physically prepare to dance. its not like you can just start moving your hips to the beat of the music. besides, it hasn’t even started playing yet.
you turn so that your back is to the small audience, as they sit in a semi-circle formation. you flex your hands a couple of times, hopping up and down to get yourself ready. one breath in. one breath out.
it really is as easy as just moving your hips. what’s the worst that can happen? losing confidence isn’t an issue, you’ve got a little hype squad.
one last breath in, the tip of your toes just barely touch the floor. you’re barefoot, to maintain your balance. you push yourself up from the floor, one foot a bit higher than the other to get into the “flow”.
you want to dance, you really do. but its too quiet. too awkward. eyes are to focused on you. you’re the main attraction, yeah, but… something has to lure the audience’s eyes in. in a seductive way? not too sure about that. maybe, that wouldn’t be so bad, would it?
lost in thought, the start of the song being sung by one of your back up dancers snaps you out of your trance.
“o seeli peeli pa ke o balam, tod de bharam. chhod de ghabrana.”
there you go. slowly but surely, you feel your shoulders loosen and your stress melt away. or maybe you’re just too focused to notice the others started clapping along and singing the parts they know.
unconsciously, you hum the tune to the song as your arms comfortably stretch above your head, slowly slithering down your torso as your hips take turns gently jerking up on either side. while it started off a little bit still, your movements became elegant just as fast as they became comfortable and natural for you to perform. the blouse you were wearing was somewhat revealing, but it makes sense for a scene like this.
“hmmm~”
your skirt, the longer piece of your lightweight lehenga, flows freely at your ankles. its red colour contrasts the soft blue lights that bounce off of the sequences on your outfit, off of the others’ faces and gracing your gorgeous face with a blue tint.
“dil ke saare button khol de, khul ke bol de,”
you expect your voice to come out a little bit squeaky, but to your surprise, it comes out just as intended. you spin around, slightly lifting the skirt of your lehenga as you move forward. you let the light fabric drop back to your ankles, turning the audience’s attention back to you. your wrists flick in various positions, with your shoulders flexing at different angles.
“bata de tera aaj hai plan kya?”
just as you’re about to invite your back up dancers to practice with you, the actual song plays. it’s a bit annoying, but what better opportunity to practice timing? you move your hips to the beat of the song, the words almost wrapping around your wrists and guiding them to smoothen your movements, from your back to the very tips of your fingers.
“aaj bijli bhi girwani hai, fire bhi lagwaani hai-”
your breath is comfortably held in your throat for a moment, trying to correctly perform a certain move when you hear an exhale behind you.
“jo tu aa ke baby hamre saath ma…”
you brush it off, exhaling as your arms slither down your torso once more. wait. exhale? behind you?
“aa, aa, aa, aa ke…”
you can’t turn around. it’s obviously someone from the audience, but you can’t help feeling a bit nervous as someone is quite literally over your shoulder. well, whatever, you can do this.
“kamariya…”
you finally turn around, expecting to be met with one of your back up dancers. but…
but?
“hila de hilla de, hila de hilla de-”
you pause, half on your tippy-toes and leaning backwards a bit.
“hila de hilla de,”
the person now in front of you leans in, just barely whispering.
“najariya…”
and god you can’t deny that there’s a good reason he’s been casted for the male lead. you can feel his breath lightly fanning over your neck, the tip of his nose just a slip up away from touching you.
your eyes flicker to the director, and he quietly points to the camera. its on. you either have to start dancing as naturally as possible again, or retake the whole scene. with the main lead watching. you take your chance, pulling yourself to stand up straight by tugging the man’s tie. your loop it around your hand once, a somewhat playful yet hesitant smirk on your lips.
“mila de milla de, mila de milla de-”
and he seems to have gotten the gist of how you want things to go. the other actors keep singing, some whistling and others clapping to the beat of the song to set the scene that you’re tonight’s main attraction.
“mila de milla de,”
he pulls you in by the waist, one hand intertwined with yours above your head, spinning you around. in an almost comical manner, one hand rests on your lower back as he leans you down.
“kamariya…”
so this is Kenyu Yukimiya. the Kenyu Yukimiya.
this is the closest you’ve been to the male lead. and oh boy, do you wish you were the female lead for such a movie. well, this is your moment. the “audience” whistles again, while Kenyu’s supporting actor, someone who is meant to be his best friend in the cast, drags him to sit back down.
your back up dancers spread out a bit more, and the camera stops. for a moment, anyways. the director calls out for everyone to stay in their positions, as the camera crew quickly moves the camera to be directed on you. well, here goes nothing. the scene right before the female lead will be introduced, you’ve got to make your mark and show the world you talent. the camera turns back on, and the “audience” starts singing again. they start of quiet, slowly growing louder as you regain your confidence.
“hila de hilla de,”
one flick of your wrist above your head,
“hila de hilla de,”
and a slither of your arm down your waist from your other arm.
“hila de hilla de-”
and you know his eyes are on you. they follow each of your movements, almost sparkling as bright as the blue lights reflecting off of the sequences on your lehenga. but why?
“najariya…”
you hear him just barely say under his breath, over the loud music and even louder singing.
“mila de milla de,”
what’s so fascinating about your dancing that he forgets his very queue for the next scene where the female lead is introduced? hah, loser.
“mila de milla de,”
you can’t deny that you slightly slow down your movements, just to watch the way his eyes follow your hips. the way they slowly meet your eyes, a crooked smile on his gorgeous face as he fights the urge to join you to dance once more. one chance, one chance he wants with you!
“mila de milla de,”
well, fuck it. off script? barely even following the plot of this movie, at this point. he stands back up, taking your hand and spinning you around. you’re a bit surprised, you didn’t actually expect him to give into his urges and dance with you. but hey, you’re not complaining.
“ho.. haye re mera dil le le!”
he sings between his laughs, leaning in close enough for you to be able to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose with your free hand. you’re tempted to do that, just to get him flustered. you would’ve done something to get him embarrassed if the director didn’t yell out “cut!” right when the sparks were erupting between you two.
“take five minutes, then from the top!” the director calls out, letting you leave to freshen up. but Kenyu stays in place, he’s still smitten by the way you move.
“najariya…” you hear him mutter under his breath, not in a musical manner. out of genuine desire for you to stay.
maybe another time, since you’re sure his eyes are on you.
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