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Blooming Flower [soonyoung nsfw] pt. 1

requested!

although you’re getting more than you asked for, anon.

This will be 1 of a 7-10 part series. smut, angst, dancer hoshi, yesyes. I hope y’all enjoy. thank you @minhaaru for the beautiful poster T^T

enjoy~

word count: 3232 pairings: soonyoung x reader genre: smut, angst

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"If you bloom forever in my heart, then it's okay for me to get hurt." 

Kwon Soonyoung was a little bitch.

You had been certain of that fact ever since you were five and first met the obnoxious boy.

He was a loud mouth, a tad bit arrogant, and the worst thing...

He always managed to beat you at everything.

And you absolutely hated it.

You had begun dancing when you were three, the first real decision you had ever made when your parents made you choose between piano or dance lessons. And you were an overachiever, even at such a young age. You did your best at everything, and for a while you were the top student in your dance class.

But all of that changed when you were five and Soonyoung stepped through the doors of the studio, his little hand in his mom's as she talked to the instructor. 

At first, you were smitten with the boy. He had chubby cheeks and big lips and a button nose that honestly made your five year old heart pound. He was your first real crush.

But a switch was flipped drastically a few months later, when dance recital auditions began and only one student could be chosen for a solo. It would have been your third solo, and you were expecting it, the confidence you had in your skills never waning.

It wasn't until the teacher picked Soonyoung that your little crush shattered along with your heart over losing to someone, and a new kid at that.

One thing you learned through the years proceeding, you held grudges extremely well, and it was on that very same day you vowed to hate Kwon Soonyoung for as long as you lived, and that you would never lose to him again. And that vow was still in your mind, even after seventeen years.

"How does it feel to have your choreography placed as backup?"

Your eye twitched when you heard his snarky voice comment behind you, stopping you in your tracks as you made your way back to your dorm. After taking a deep breath and attempting to make your facial expression somewhat stoic, you turned around.

Soonyoung stood there his natural black hair now a vibrant pink after many weeks spent bleached blond. His cheeks still held some of the baby fat, but he grew into his lips slightly, and his face definitely matured into something at least remotely attractive.

Not that you would dare admit that out loud to anyone, including yourself.

"That just means mine is perfect to replace yours whenever your choreography fails at impressing anyone." You bit back, narrowing your eyes at him.

He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking. "Sounds like a nice statement to help you feel better about yourself."

"It's not-" You began to retort, but he tsked before stepping forward as if he were going to walk past you. He stopped when his right shoulder bumped into your left and leaned down so all you could feel was his hot breath in your ear.

"Don't forget Instructor Choi chose you as the female lead, y/n. That means you and I will have to spend a lot of alone time together, practicing." 

You were definitely lying to yourself when your thoughts swore his proximity didn't leave you bothered in more ways than one. But, you swallowed those lies down anyway and huffed, shoving his shoulder away and turning back around to go home.

You lips tightened into a thin line when he called after you teasingly. "See you on Friday, y/n!”

--

No matter how much you willed and whined for Friday to stay put days away, it approached at rapid speed and suddenly you found yourself in your dance studio, your instructor and Kwon Soonyoung standing before you. You prayed that your instructor would just stick around and save you the heartache of being by yourself in a room with your greatest enemy, but when Instructor Choi clapped his hands together and gave you a trusting smile, you knew you were doomed.

“As my top two students, I expect you guys to behave yourself well in my absence, and therefore take my leave. I’ll be back in four hours to lock up the studio. Good luck.”

You attempted to give him a pleading look as he sidestepped you to walk out, but he kept his eyes merrily on the door, ready for a day of freedom away from the studio, and nothing would have kept him from it.

Soonyoung was as cocky as always when the door slammed shut and a heavy silence filled the confinement of the room.  You half expected him to just start laughing like a maniac at you, the ease of torturing your poor soul while the two of you were without supervision far too tempting to pass up. Instead, you were amazed when he shrugged awkwardly and brushed past you toward the computer to turn the music on.

“I’d rather not be stuck teaching simple steps all day, so we should just go ahead and get the first half of it over with, and the rest we can worry about on Monday.”

Nothing in his tone screamed its usual snarky attitude, despite his low-key insulting words, and the shock of how normal he sounded made the only thing capable of coming from your lips being a meek “okay.”

He rose a brow at that, expecting you to throw a few jabs at him in return, but didn’t acknowledge it otherwise. The music started, and you frowned remembering it was the same exact song you had chosen to choreograph to, yet the teacher still preferred Soonyoung’s over yours. Your pride was hurt once again by the pink-haired imbecile, and it only fueled your actions for that day.

You figured, if he thought you were such a bad dancer, then you should at least act that way and make it extremely difficult on him to teach you. Every time he tried to get you to move one way, you would move the other or simply act as if you hadn’t quite gotten it just yet. It was becoming increasingly funny every time he’d sigh and shake his head and have to start all over.

You weren’t expecting it at all when Soonyoung finally caught on to your game and got thoroughly fed up with you, and suddenly his hands were on your shoulders pushing you back against the mirror as he pressed his thigh in between your legs to hold you in place.

“You and I both know you’re perfectly capable of memorizing choreography in less than three attempts. Why the fuck are you trying so hard to screw with me today? I’m honestly not in the mood for this, and would greatly appreciate getting the fuck out of this studio at some point.”

He was furious, you could tell, his eyebrows hunched together tightly and his lips parted to slightly to show his clenched teeth as his hot breath fanned your face. His rough actions, however, stunned you into complete silence and without thinking, you squirmed under his intense gaze, regretting the action instantly when it caused his leg to shift and pressed into your clothed crotch even more, a involuntary gasp escaping you.

Your face flushed a crimson color and if he didn’t have your arms pinned against the mirror, you would’ve covered your face in embarrassment. Instead, you shut your eyes tightly, completely missing the way his own eyes landed on your lips when you let out that sound, his brown irises darkening further. Or the gulp he did before licking his lips. You barely caught the subtle movement of him inching closer toward you, your body’s natural instinct to try and sink further away, despite the obstacle behind you.

When his breath was nothing more than a few centimeters from your lips, you held your breath, anticipating what he would do, and your heart even had the audacity to skip in excitement, even though you would never admit to any kind of feelings toward the man before you.

But, Soonyoung didn’t kiss you. You heard him sigh, the minty smell of whatever toothpaste he used that morning just lingering between you before suddenly he wasn’t touching you at all anymore, and the force of him pinning against the wall disappearing so quickly, you stumbled forward a bit.

Your eyes shot open and you forced yourself to have enough courage to glance at him, but he kept his back to you as he walked back to the computer to shut off the music all together.

“Let’s just work on this another day. I’m tired.”

You didn’t miss how dejected his normally vibrant voice had become, but you ignored it and gave a curt reply that you would in fact be going to the locker room to shower and then depart. He didn’t say anything to you as you gathered your things and walked out of the studio, his eyes trained on his phone, instead of anything having to do with you.

And, as you washed what little sweat appeared on your body from your lack of dancing that afternoon, you couldn’t keep yourself from feeling a little bit disappointed, and you absolutely hated that.

--

You found yourself back at the studio once more that evening, though many hours later, the time being well past eleven in the evening. You were so distracted after your shower, you didn’t even realize that you left your phone in your locker, only noticing when you got home after the rest of your classes that day and going on to check your social media.

The dance room itself was locked, but you knew they kept the locker room open at all hours of the night, and were happy to find the lights were even still on as you made your way into the musty room. As embarrassing as it should’ve been, the locker room was joint when the men’s and women’s, the only thing separately the two being an old wooden door that didn’t even have a lock on it anymore. Most of the boys in your dance class were decent enough not to peek, but you had managed to encounter a few perverts in the three and a half years you had spent at University, and it had became a habit of yours to glance quickly through the covered window before stepping any further into the locker room.

It was a tad bit concerning when you noticed a duffel bag on the bench inside the other room, but you figured someone on campus had their shower’s go out in the dorms, as they often did, and was using this washroom instead, since it was just barely off the grounds of the main campus.

You quickly ran to your assigned locker and grabbed your phone, unconsciously tip-toeing back in case whoever was in the other room wasn’t a fellow student, but some creep hoping to ambush a young girl at nearly midnight.

You blamed what you did next on your own stupidity, but something had you stopping just before walking out of the locker rooms and glancing back at the wooden door.

It occurred to you then that the duffle bag looked awfully familiar, though you couldn’t quite pinpoint who it belonged to. You anxiously bit your lip as your curiousity got the better of you and you made your way back to the door to glance once more.

And, you gasped for the second time that day when it hit you all at once who that duffle bag belonged to, his pink covered head popping out of one of the showers just as you lifted the curtain to look. Kwon Soonyoung stood there in nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips, his hair dripping wetness onto his shoulders. You knew it was probably in your best interest to look away, especially considering this was the man you declared your enemy at age five, and gawking at him naked in the locker room was going way beyond the boundary lines for an enemy, but the way his back muscles flexed and tensed when he turned around to shift through his duffel bag kept you transfixed on his milky looking skin.

You didn’t even noticed when he turned around with a pair of boxers and a shirt in the hand not holding his towel, or when he drop those articles on the floor upon noticed your presence. You only realized it when he began making his way to the door quickly and you attempted to step back quickly before he reached it, but your shaking legs were too slow to evade him.

“What the fuck are you doing here peeping on me, y/n?” He growled the moment the door was open and you were frozen in your spot from fear.

“I, uh…” You couldn’t form a proper sentence when him standing there in nothing but a towel, your eyes moving from his angry features and following a wet drop from the tip of his hair to his collarbone before he reached forward to grab your chin and force you to look at him properly. He rose a brow challenge to get you to answer and after a moment of gathering your wits about you, you managed to stutter one out, though unintelligibly. “I wasn’t peeping on you.”

Soonyoung scoffed and rolled his hands, his hand dropping from your chin. “Then what are you doing?”

You were at a loss for words again as you tried to remember the reason you had even come to the damned locker rooms in the first place. Your grip tightened on your phone and you held it up to show him as if that would solve all of your problems. “I forgot my phone and came to get it.”

“In your locker?” He questioned, and you nodded proudly, thinking that was the end of that interrogation. But, unfortunately, you were let down when he tsked and shook his head. “That doesn’t explain why you were staring at me through the door.”

You pressed your lips together tightly as you tried to figure out a proper explanation for why you were staring, when truthfully you didn’t have one. You had no reason to stand there and watch after figuring out who the duffel bag belonged to, yet you did and it confused you just as much as it seemed to confuse the poor victim who was standing so exposed before you.

You could only hope what little you did know and confess would help ease his curiosity enough to let you escape.

“I was just checking to see if someone was in there, and then I saw your duffel bag. I didn’t expect you to be taking a shower, or for you to walk out of the shower. I just came to get my phone and now I would like to go home, thank you very much.”

Your legs were so close to turning you around so you could prance out of the room, but something clicked in your mind and stopped you from doing just that. You turned back to him with a questioning look, crossing your arms.

“Why exactly are you here when it’s almost midnight?”

Not expecting the tables to turn around on him, Soonyoung blinked in confusion a few times before he glanced nervously at the exit behind your head. He was quiet for a moment, which left you feeling even more suspicious as you waited for his answer.

“The shower is out in my hall at the dorms.”

Normally you would’ve have bought such an answer without a second thought, but after growing up with Soonyoung in the same neighborhood, just a few houses apart, for years, you knew he still lived with his father off campus, and there was no way his excuse was even remotely true,

“I live five houses down from yours. Nice try.”

He sighed at that and turned on his heel to walk back into the men’s locker room. Without a care in the world you followed him, something in you telling you that you needed to get to the bottom of whatever was going on before you could consider leaving.

“Why exactly are you here, Soonyoung?” You pressed again, only to gasp for the third time that day thanks to the same man when he reared around on you and grabbed your wrist, yanking you forward until you bumped against his chest, his hand coming up to cover your mouth.

“Do you really think it’s such a wise idea to question a naked man in such an empty place like this? No one would even be able to hear you scream if I did anything to you. Yet, here you are.” His voice was low as he spoke to you, and you hated the way it made you stomach tighten and a certain wetness pool between your legs before you couldn’t stop yourself. But, even so, you were having none of his idiocy, and with as much strength as you could muster in such a tight spot, you brought your knee up to meet his groin, causing the poor man to shout out in pain and topple over on the floor, his towel barely hanging onto his hips. “Ouch! What the fuck, y/n? Are you trying to fucking murder me, oh my god.”

“Answer the damn question, Soonyoung, before I call your father.”

“Don’t!” He held one hand up in surrender, the other clutching tightly at his thigh as he wiggled on the floor in pain some more. “Jesus christ, I’ll tell you. Just don’t fucking call him, okay?”

It fully clicked in your brain at that point, and you frowned as you stared down at him attempt to compose himself. “You plan on sleeping here tonight?”

He didn’t say anything to that, confirming your thoughts with silence.

“But, they turn the heat off after midnight. It’s the middle of december, you’ll freeze in here.” You stated, genuine concern filling you, despite everything you and the boy had gone through.

“I didn’t freeze the last five days I slept here. I think I’ll live.” He mumbled, standing back up and tighten the hold on his towel. “Can you leave now so I can get dressed and sleep?”

It was probably because you chose not to, but you hadn’t noticed before just how tired Soonyoung had been looking the entirety of that past week in your dance classes. You were only just then remembering all of the quiet sighs, distant looks, and abnormally quiet moments. Your frown deepened as you thought about it more.

Your family knew his family pretty well, and your mother would’ve mentioned it if she knew something were up between Soonyoung and his father. Those two were the only family they had left after Soonyoung’s mother passed away when you were in Junior High. Yet, nothing had been said.

You knew that whatever had to have happened to bring him to such a low point of sleeping in a public locker room for a week straight must have been serious. You didn’t even have to think about it when you cleared your throat awkwardly and got him to look you in the eyes again.

Neither of you were expecting it when you spoke your next words.

“Why don’t you come home with me, then?”