Night Shift (1/1)

You don’t particularly like your new job… But you recently got laid off from an incident you don’t ever want to talk about and you needed money for rent. It was too much to ask for from your parents since they were already paying for your college tuition so settling as a custodian at a well-known dance studio was the best you could do. No other jobs were free but you know that once there is an opening elsewhere, you’d be first to leave. You wouldn’t lie though—there were pretty cute guys that come in here and there.Back in high school was when you first got into dancing. Having friends beg you to join their dance crew during high school was simply a past time and you had fun—but it was not something you would do for a living. You weren’t that type to see yourself as someone famous—famous as in pop star famous. If it were famous like finding a cure for cancer, that would be you.It was a little after nine and the last of the people in for lessons had finally left to go home and rest. This was going to be a long night for you. These were teenagers, we’re talking about. They barely know how to clean their own rooms. Luckily, the few people that just left managed to pick up some trash only leaving behind a few bottles here and there.“Kids gotta learn to clean up. How are they going to get through life?” you complained to yourself. It took around an hour to sweep and mop through the whole room and once you finally finished, you dramatically collapsed on the floor, near the speakers. The remote was on the floor and you absentmindedly pressed play. A smooth melody played and you recognized it to be Chris Brown’s “Say Goodbye.” You remember this because your old high school dance crew had choreographed something for this song. Challenging yourself, you got and tried to remember the steps to it. Though it was a slow song, you guys managed to create a dance that popped, causing attention to rise in school. That was the peak of it all.“Not bad,” you said to yourself, laughing. “You still have it you. I’m proud.”“Um…” an unfamiliar voice mumbled. You turned around to where the voice came from and found a boy standing awkwardly by the door. You assumed that he was probably around your age because this was a school night and no way would a high school student come this late into the studio. But why was he here anyways? It’s late and he shouldn’t be here; for goodness sakes you just cleaned the floor!“I’m sorry but did you just get here?” you asked in the nicest way you could. He nodded. “Oh… Then I probably didn’t hear you… The music was too loud.” He nodded again. ‘He doesn’t talk too much does he?’ you thought to yourself. “I’ll just leave then.” You picked up the mop and rushed out the door but he blocks the way. You tried to say excuse me but he wouldn’t budge. “You’re—you’re pretty good,” he said with a smile. ‘Aw, he’s the shy type,’ you thought. You smiled and said thanks.“How long have you been dancing?” he asked trying to make conversation. You laughed and replied, “I actually haven’t dance in a while… Probably since my second year of high school.”“Are you sure? Because you seemed like you’ve been dancing since then.”“Does house dance count? And by house dance, I meant being stupid while cleaning,” you joked. He laughed and nodded. “I guess that counts.”“Then I guess I have to change my answer, huh?”“I guess so,” he replied. He moved to the side and dropped his bag on the floor. The music had stopped long ago but you only realized that now. Snapping back into reality, you continued your way out.“Wait,” he called out. You turned around and waited for him a speak some more. “I—uh—can you stay here for a while?”“Hmm? Why?”“Nothing really, I would really like some company,” he explained. You smiled and walked back in. “I guess I have to, I’m going to have to clean up after you when you’re done anyways.”“Sorry.”“Nah, it’s all good. I should get paid for working overtime,” you replied. He smiled and walked over to the stereo and placed a CD in it, pressing play afterwards. As if in his own world, he began to dance shamelessly. His body took over as he made moves you’ve never seen anyone done. He was like fluid as every move he made was swift and sharp. You watched him with full attention, not missing one move—not even blinking. He saw you through the reflection and smiled. He thought you looked cute while you watched him dance. It put pressure on him too as he made sure that all his steps were precise. When he ended his little choreography, you couldn’t help but to clap. It was an instinct. And another instinct was to take off your shoes and throw it to the dancer—to compliment the one who danced—and that was what you did. He was surprised at first but laughed it off, picking up your shoes and bringing them back to you.“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. It was an instinct. We did it all the time in high school—”“I get it,” he said with a chuckle. “That was cute.” You smiled at his compliment, or at least you took it as a compliment. “How come I don’t see you here often?” he then asked.“I usually work in the morning,” you explained. “But one of the custodians wanted to switch with me because it was his anniversary with his wife. Their twenty fifth anniversary to be exact. And I couldn’t say no. And also the fact that they’re all twice my age, I’m kinda forced to do what ever they ask.”“Ah, I see,” he said, taking a sip from his bottle. His side view was perfect: he had a well-built jaw and small but keen eyes. His nose was sharp and his lips were plump. You turned before he looked back at you, hoping you weren’t turning red. It was pretty chilly in the studio so a light tint of pink could be mistaken for being cold. “You should definitely come by and dance here more often.”“I can’t,” you sighed with a soft laugh. “I’m simply an employee and not a member of this studio. Plus, I can’t even afford those lessons they provide.”“I can help you with that,” he mumbled.“Oh no, I already have rent to pay, I can’t pay a person,” you babbled and he laughed. “I didn’t mean it like that.”“What do you mean then?”“I mean that you can come here around this time and I can show you moves.”“I can’t do that…” you sighed. He turned to you, smile fading. “Why not?”“That would be too much to ask for.”“No it isn’t,” he reassured. “And I’m lonely all the time. It’s actually nice to have someone there to watch you and all.”“You have ghosts watching you,” you teased. “This studio is haunted you know.”“Now I have a better reason for why you should definitely come,” he laughed. He pushed himself up and stood in front of you. He held out his hands and you playfully gave him high fives. “No, take my hands, silly.” He pulled you up and he immediately pulled you to his chest. “First lesson is today.”“What?” you mumbled and he guided you away. What was with this guy? First he’s all shy and now he’s all out with his dancing. He’s driving you nuts! He led you through spins after spins and you slapped his arm, laughing. “Yah, stop making me dizzy. That’s not a good way to start off these little lessons you’re giving. I might as well leave you to the ghosts.”“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. That very ungentlemanly of me,” he said sarcastically. “Oh, I’m Jongup by the way.” You replied with your name and smiled. “That’s a very nice name. It suits you well.”“Jongup suits you well, too. Say, how often would I need to come? I have college things to deal with you know…”“I’ll just message you then,” he replied smoothly. This guy was just asking for your number and he showed no hesitation at all. You eyed him suspiciously and slowly backed away. “What is it?” he asked nervously.“Do you do this to all the girls?”“Do what?”“Get them to watch you dance then you ask for their numbers, thinking they’ll give it to you easily, and then you just leave that hanging pregnant after nine months—”“Whoa! What was that!?” he replied, surprised. He laughed, scratching the nape of his neck—he was embarrassed! An idea struck him and he shuffled his bag for his phone and handed it to you.“Look, I barely have people in my contacts that are girls, except for my mom and all but I’m not some kind of player, no, no!”“You probably deleted them,” you retorted with a smirk. Teasing him was fun. He laughed again. “What do you want me to do? Send you mail through owl or something?”“That’s pretty cool,” you replied and he sighed in defeat, taking back his phone. You stopped him before he put it away and punched your number in. “But if you are some kind of player, I’m feeding you to the ghosts.”He smiled and nodded. “Alright, that’s a promise then.”  Hola. I hope you guys like this one-shot. I've been slacking on my Daehyun fiction... I feel like writing these one shots are my way of avoiding it lol. But it's my bb's birthday (in Korea) and I wanted to write something for him. Oh this beautiful, awkward namja is turning 18! Happy Birthday, Jonguppie!