Genre

Cute, Romantic, Happy & Fluff

Characters

Song Dae Soon(OC)-Female Lead

Jo Kwangmin(Boyfriend)-Male Lead

Minwoo(Boyfriend)-Supporting Lead, Rival

Pairing:

Dae Soon(OC) & Kwangmin(Boyfriend)

OC Personality

Sweet, kind, initially shy. Mostly keeps to herself. As she gets comfortable with the people around her, she has a surprising tomboy side. She's also very competitive, especially when it comes to dancing and singing. She's a bookworm and dislikes when people try to hurt the ones she loves or care about(protective).

 

Other Information

Song Dae Soon is also a dancer for another girl group and Boyfriend thought she was a boy when they first met her(Due to how she was dressed and how she seemed).

 

'Catch You'

            Dae Soon grabbed an unopened water bottle from the pile near the door and pushed the heavy door open. Shrugging on her black, work out jacket to keep from freezing in the winter temperatures, she walked up to the metal hand rail that stood right outside the practice room. Letting out a frustrated huff, she shoved her water bottle and phone into her pocket then grasped the rail with both of her hands. Tossing both legs over the side she took a seat on it, precariously perched on the rail, hooking her ankles on the smaller bar bellow to keep anchored. The metal felt cool and sudden under her tighs, but it did nothing to cool her anger.

            A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead, making baby hairs stick to her temples, but she was in no mood to deal with it right now. With another lady like grunt, she yanked her phone and ear buds out of her pocket and stuffed them into her ears. Cranking the volume of some noisy nonsensical music, she sighed loudly.

            This had to be the third time she let stupid Wang Jaehee push her around. He had stopped the entire practice session, pointed out a half-beat she had missed, and instead of telling her to work harder he'd told her that maybe she change careers. Well, not in that some many words, but she imagined him saying them just fine.

            The rest of the dancers were sweet and kind but Jaehee was lead choreographer, experienced, and bald. Not only that, but he seemed to have an extreme prejudice against female street dancers, or really females that were doing a 'man's job'. Dae Soon was the only female back of dancer chosen to preform with Boyfriend.

            Despite the constant nagging, insulting, and down right attitude from Jaehee, Dae Soon had stuck with it. She hated it when people told her couldn't do something and she was especially competive when it came to anything dancing. It was something she had been doing  since she could walk and she loved dancing. She was proud to say that this was her last gig as a backup dancer before she debut in an idol group of her own.

             But Jaehee wanted nothing to do with her, or her talent as a dancer. Because she didn't have the right parts, she was constantly targeted and because he was such a huge sunbae she tried to keep shut. All the other backup dancers were terrified of his wrath. Even those who tried to step in and say something either got targeted by him as well or got lectured. They were now reduced to just offering her sympathetic smiles.

            Leaning back slightly on the rail, Dae Soon pulled her water bottle out of her pocket and unscrew the top off. Holding it to , she took a drink that lasted thirty seconds, emptying the plastic water bottle. Tossing the water bottle behind her shoulder, at the practice room door(she would grab it later) she leaned back on her arms and stare up at the sky. She wanted to focus on breathing and calming down before she slammed her foot into a choice part of his body.

 

            Kwangmin wandered around the maze of practice rooms, dazed and wondering where on Earth he was. As lead dancer, he had been tasked with going to check on the choreography and backup for the rest of Boyfriend but that was going to be a big problem because he couldn't find the right room.

            He had gotten directions from the kind woman who monitored all the rooms, but he had quickly realized that maybe five lefts and two rights back, he had no idea where he was going. He kept moving, shoving one hand into pocket he drew his other hand through his mussed hair. He held back a shiver, it was cold outside and he wasn't wearing anything over his thin, white, t-shirt. His eyes tracked all the room numbers, skimming over them and praying for a familiar number that would some how trigger his memory.

            Cursing under his breath, his fingers touched the phone in his pocket and he contemplated calling Youngmin and asking him for the number of the practice room. He shook his head, and curled his hand into a fist with a sigh. No way, his brother would definitely laugh at him.
            Kwangmin reach another intersection of practice rooms, searching for someone in the isolated grounds to ask for directions, when his eyes landed on the slim figure sitting on the hand rail leading up to a practice door.

            “Excuse me, sir?” Kwangmin called, frowning when the person showed no signs of hearing him, “Hello?” He called again, louder, and began in their direction. It wasn't until he was close enough to hear the music blaring from their headphones when he realized why the person hadn't heard him.

            “Excuse me-” Kwangmin tapped the person's slender shoulder. Dae Soon whipped around in surprise at the touch, jumping in shock. Her balance quickly fell as she locked eyes with an extremely attractive dark haired boy. She let out a yelp as she felt the world tip slowly, her hands shooting out to grapple for the metal railing underneath her, only to feel them claw at air.

            “Whoa-” Kwangmin's arms shot forward reflexively and caught her, surprise of his own flooding his veins. She was a girl underneath the hood, beautiful with strangely bleached blond hair. He didn't recognize her as an idol, but her hair was a color that most idols liked to take. Maybe she was a trainee.

            He caught her around the waist, letting a little so she wouldn't feel too much of the impact. Her dark eyes where wide as she stared up at him, a blush already working at her cheekbones. Kwangmin could help but grin down at her before he helped her back onto the rail.

            Yanking her headphones off, Dae Soon hopped of the rail as quickly as possible. Her cheeks flood pink with embarrassment. “I'm so sorry.” She bowed, keeping her eyes glued to the ground shyly, “Really, I shouldn't have had my music so loud. I'm so sorry.”

            She didn't raise her gaze from her shoes until she heard the boy's musical laugh. Dae Soon glanced up to his handsome face to see him grinning at her in amusement. She looked away quickly.

            “Don't worry about it, I was the one that surprised you. It was a good thing I was there to catch you.” He said, shoving his hands into his pockets.

            Dae Soon's mouth twitched up. Smooth talker.

            She bowed once again, “Is there something I can help you with?”

            When she spoke again, his voice was tinged with embarrassment. “Yeah, I've been looking around for a practice room for awhile now. My name is Jo Kwangmin, you don't recognize me but I'm from Boyfriend.” He rocked back on his heels. “I'm here to talk to the choreographer.”

            Dae Soon wanted to bury herself out of embarrassment then pointed at the door behind where they stood. He followed her gaze, then turned back to her with a raised eyebrow.

            “It's here.” Her voice quieted down so it could barely be heard, “Um, I'll walk you inside.” Dae Soon moved quickly, shielding her face with her hood and keeping her eyes peeled to the ground. Kwangmin followed her, amused.

            “There you are! What is wrong with you, you little-” Jaehee snarled as he spotted Dae Soon return through the door. His words cut off as he spotted Kwangmin and flew towards them. Dae Soon flinched a little as if she expected he'd hit her, almost running into Kwangmin. The handsome boy's eyebrows furrowed at her small display of fear before she grit her teeth angrily and nodded tersely in apology.

            Kwangmin decided immediately he didn't like the choreographer.

            “Hello, sir.” The choreographer pasted a sickly smile onto his egg shaped face, “I'm Jaehee, lead choreographer of this unit. You're here to see the dance, no?”

            Kwangmin nodded, keeping his eyes on the only girl in the room as she moved to stand by the other dancers. She was a dancer, he supposed, but she didn't look like one. The girl was tiny, thin and shy. Dae Soon noticed Kwangmin's eyes on her, so she kept her gaze glued on one of her fellow dancers.

            “Why don't we start then. Gentlemen?” Jaehee purposefully ignored her presence before moving to stand by the stereo, “We'll start with the main choreographer, then the backup.”

            Under Kwangmin's careful watch, the dancers began the choreography they had been preparing for almost a two months.

            Dae Soon couldn't shake the heat of his gaze. He was watching her as her body moved with the beat of the song in sync with everyone else. She didn't dare lift her head and meet his gaze in fear she would blush or do something embarrassing and mess it up for all the others. So Dae Soon threw herself into the movements, drowning everything else out with the pounding music and dance moves that her body relayed according to muscle memory.

            She might have looked like a tiny little thing, but she couldn't dance so well he couldn't peel his eyes off her. Ever beat that rolled off the music seemed to offer something to her, and she took it and hurled herself into the dance. Sweat glistened lightly on her temples but Kwangmin watched as the smallest of smirks slipped onto her pink lips and his heart almost stopped.

            When she smiled, she looked like she had fallen right down from the fluffy clouds of heaven. When she smirked her entire atmosphere changed. She look confident and bold and incredibly y. Kwangmin was unconsciously drawn to it.

            The dance ended but then they changed formation and began the backup part. Kwangmin wondered how she was going to be a backup dancer for them if she shown more then Boyfriend when she danced.

 

Two Months Later

            Well, this was how. Kwangmin watched as all of their back up dancers, including Dae Soon(a name he only got from her after following her around for almost a week) got handed an over sized, black hood.

            Annoyed groans rung around the practice room but Dae Soon merely unfolded it and set it on her head. Kwangmin didn't like how it obscured all of her face in a cloud of darkness. Boyfriend sat in a rough semi-circle in front of him on the ground, half-watching in amusement and the other half fighting over a snapback.

            Kwangmin pushed off the wall he leaning against and strode up to Dae Soon. Reaching for the hood, he yanked it off. Her eyes widened in surprise as she flicked her gaze up several inches to meet his.

            “What?” He was yet again amused by the fact Dae Soon was really nothing like the embarrassed girl he'd caught when she slipped off the handrail. After getting to know him and meeting the rest of Boyfriend she'd quickly become comfortable enough to be herself. Dae Soon was sweet and kind, but she was also competitive, tomboy-ish and sometimes downright rowdy.

            He liked it.

            “Are they seriously going to make you were these masks?” Before Kwangmin could say anything to her, Minwoo had snuck up behind them and thrown an arm over her shoulder. Kwangmin scowled.

            Unfortunately, he was the only one who liked it.

            Dae Soon shrugged Minwoo's arm off, looking as uncomfortable as she always did whenever he did something like that, “Yeah. I think it's cool.” She shook her hood out more and pursed her lips, “But these could use an iron.”

            Kwangmin rose a dark eyebrow, “You know that with these hoods on, you probably won't get noticed by the crowd right?”

            Dae Soon shrugs, “It's okay. I debut soon anyways, so I don't have a problem with not being seen. The other oppa's I'm kind of worrying about.”  Dae Soon glances over her shoulder to where one of the male dancers looks like he wants to cry, “Some of them really need this dance, but with these hoods it's becomes unlikely any of them will get noticed.”

            Minwoon frowns, “Their names will be listed in the album.”

            “That's not enough.” Kwangmin muttered.

            Before any of them can speak, a voice cuts though the practice.

            “Why don't we end practice here?” It's their manager, the one who handed out the hoods. He looks sympathetically at the dancers, “Get some rest. Boyfriend has a schedule to get to in a couple hours anyways.”

            Stacking all the hoods disgustfully in a pile as they leave, the dancers file out. Kwangmin hovers around Dae Soon as she grabs her stuff, meaning to walk her out. She's laughing at something he's said when his manager grabs her attention just as their about to leave.

            “Dae Soon-ssi?” He asks. Dae Soon turns immediately and smiles at his manager.

            “Yes?”

            His manager shoots her an apologetic look, “I'm sorry to ask you to do this, but could you please take the props and use the iron in the storage room to iron the creases out?” He asks, “I would do it, but I have a meeting with the CEO in twenty minutes, I've got to drop off the boys, and I'm halfway across town.”

            “Me?” Dae Soon gazed down at the pile of hoods by her feet. It was a massive mound of black fabric. Kwangmin furrowed his eyebrows. The pile look half her size. “Oh-okay?”

            “I can help you if you like?” Minwoo comes up behind them with the rest of Boyfriend. Dae Soon shook her head furiously.

            “No way. Don't you guys have somewhere to be soon?” Dae Soon sets her stuff down and hauls the pile into her arms, blowing hair out of her face, “I'll see you guys later!” And she walks into the practice room before they can say anything.

…

            Dae Soon cursed loudly as she almost ran her pinky over with the iron of the third time. She had hoped, when she walked into the room, that there would be one of those factory ironing machines. The massive rollers that they used the iron out bedsheets, but when she had looked around for at least twenty minutes and there weren't any of those hiding behind the supply boxes.

            She'd been stuck with ironing with a tiny, cheaply made iron that was more plastic than steel so she had iron with her index and thumb to avoid being burnt. Dae Soon wondered how long the iron would hold before it melted itself. The hoods themselves where massive, bulky and made if super thick material that was a struggle to even get on the flimsy ironing board.

            “Holy !” Dae Soon yelped as the iron board, the poor thing that was barely holding up with it's frail hollow metal legs, suddenly gave under the pressure of the iron and heavy hood. She jumped back to avoid the flying iron and hit something hard.

            Warm hands circled her arms to hold her steady.

            “Whoa,” Kwangmin's low familiar voice sounded around the room. Dae Soon jerked away quickly, her cheeks already flushing with embarrassment. She whipped around to face the handsome boy. He'd changed out of his practice clothes and in a dark pair of jeans and a hoodie, he looked ready to prowl the streets of Seoul.

            “Oh god- Sorry, Kwangmin-ssi.” She bowed slightly in apology. Kwangmin chuckled, a familiar lopsided grin appearing on his face as he shoved both his hands in his pockets.

            “How many times have I asked you to call me oppa? We've known each other for two months and you're still using formal terms.” He asks, gazing around the room in interest.

            Dae Soon scowled, “You're only older than me by ten months and I feel weird calling you anything other than Kwangmin-ssi.”

            Kwangmin shrugged, “I'd like it.”

            Great. Kwangmin always had a way of making her heart skip several beats at a time, his words were always smooth and came out without any awkwardness.

            “Whatever,” Dae Soon said, willing her cheeks not to light up, “What are you doing back here?” She moves to grab the iron off the ground but Kwangmin in already there, scooping it up as well as pulling the iron board back into a standing position. Setting the iron a on a nearby box, he crouches down to snap the iron board back into place.    

            “I thought I'd help you,” He said, his voice muffled a little, “There is no way you'd get out of here before midnight if you didn't get some help.”

            Dae Soon blinked, “Don't you have a schedule you need to get to?”

            Kwangmin straighted up and dusted his hands off. "In a couple hours." He reminded her. She moved to start ironing again, but he gently grabbed her wrist and sat her down on a couple of boxes.

            "What are you doing?" She asked, confused.

            Kwangmin laughed and glanced at for a moment before grabbing a wrinkled hood off the massive pile and spreading it easily onto the ironing board. "I thought I'd help you." Dae Soon watched as the iron and ironing board, which had previously been misbehaving, worked like a charm under Kwangmin's command. He drew the steaming iron over a hood and effortlessly smoothed it out.

            "So I heard that tommorrow you're going to go to your final photoshoot before the your contract is signed?" Kwangmin said, as he neatly folded the hood up and placed it in her messy pile. Why is that he could do everything so effortlessly without even trying?

            Dae Soon wasn't sure if she was impressed or annoyed.

            "Yeah," she sighed, streching the sore muscles in her legs out. "But don't get to debut until after your comeback period ends. That's okay though, the company is still looking for the third girl." Kwangmin grinned.

            Almost an hour passed with Kwangmin rapidly flying though the pile of wrinkled hoods as well as easily keeping their conversation flowing. Dae Soon watched, absolutely transfixed with his skill.

            "You'd be a great housewife, you know." She teased. Kwangmin frowned.

            "I would not." He muttered, folding up the .last hood and placing it on the pile. Dae Soon hopped off her seat and pulled the iron's plug out of the outlit. He set it down carefully on the ironing board, still steaming.

            "You definitely would." She grinned, "Don't worry, girls love the whole 'stay-at-home' thing." Kwangmin moved in a blur. One second he was several meters away, the next he was centimeters away.

            "Would you?" His dark eyes never left hers. Dae Soon's eyes widened into saucers, her cheeks already flushing under his gaze and proximity.

            "That is so not the point, would you move-" She stumbled away, out of his line of sight but managed to catch wire connected to the still sizilng iron.

            "Holy !" Dae Soon cried, watcging it fly towards Kwangmin's torso. He lunged out of the way, but not fast enough. Fortunately for him, Dae Soon was already moving. She didn't know how, but in the mirosecond before it could smack him she reach out and batted it away.

            Kwangmin turned to her wide eyed, stringing together a whole truck load of f-bombs and he shot forward and grabbed her hand. "Are you okay?" His handsome face became a picture of worry as he examined her uninjured hand. She had managed to hit the plastic portion of the iron. She was fine.

            "Yeah, I'm fine." Dae Soon attemped to pull her hand away, but that only tugged Kwangmin closer to her, "I'm so sorry, it was my fault-"

            Kwangmin raised an eyebrow then, without any warning, interlaced his hand with hers and pulled her fast against him. His free hand moved to wrap around her waist, tangling with her long hair. Dae Soon heart began to spasm in her chest, her skin heating up to unbelievable tempreatures.

            "I'm just glad that you're okay."

            "O-oh."

            "Why is your face so red?"

            "Shut up."