Thanks for all the comments everyone! You keep me motivated haha! This is was really fun to write, hope you enjoy reading.    -Emz   -o-  Jongin stifled a third yawn in the hour that he had been with the trainees. There was a bit where the company wanted to film him going through the choreography with them to improve his image or something along those lines.    It was fine, he loved dancing.   If only they weren't so boring.    "You have to sharpen that movement right there - um one in the green shirt?"    "Kai you have to remember their names!" his manager barked exasperatedly from behind the camera.    "Sorry." he muttered dejectedly, glancing at the person wearing the green shirt apologetically.   "Haejin." she piped happily.   "So Haejin, your shoulder has to jerk more to the right - like this." he demonstrated. She did it wrong again.   "No more powerfully, you're being a bit to shallow. You have to really go with the movement. This is a powerful song, and you need to feel it." he said, feeling his patience running low.   "It hurts." she basically whined, and Jongin felt like punching himself. Yes of course it hurts you dimwit that's how you improve, he thought frustratedly in his head.   Outwardly, he forced a gentle smile and told her to relax before trying it again.   "I'm going to get some water." he announced before stalking out of the room. It was becoming so frustrating and almost painful for him to try and help the trainees. They were talented, he'll admit, but they had to put in more effort to be better.   They had probably been told that they were really good so many times that they thought they could get away with not putting in the effort.   Yeah right, he thought bitterly. Heri has more talent than they do, and she works harder than them. She never complains that anything hurts, and she's the one to initiate training again after a break, no matter how much she's in pain.    Jongin found himself leaning against that wall by the water fountain, head tilted back and eyes closed as he ranted out a whole speech in his head.    "Um. Jongin-oppa? Everything alright?"   His eyes opened lazily as he stared back at Heri, a crooked smile on his face.    "Yep."    "You sure?" she eyed him warily as she helped herself to some water. Jongin found himself appreciating how good she looked without even trying. Her everyday clothing was simple and more for comfort than style: a short baggy top with a tight crop top underneath, and baggy training pants. Her hair was always in a side fishtail plait because apparently 'ponytails whip into your face and it hurts, and buns always fall out by the end of the warmups.' Whenever he saw her, sweat plastered her hair to her forehead, and her cheeks were rosy due to the physical exertion. He found himself still concerned at the bags under her eyes though.. But what he found strange about her was that her eyes themselves were always sparkling with life.    "Just tired." he said with a stretch. She nodded understandingly at him, before looking down at her phone.   "I have vocals in like 15 minutes, what did you come out of?" she asked conversationally as she joined him sitting down next to the water fountain.    "Going through choreography with the trainees." he mumbled. He knew she was heavily disappointed at not being chosen for the group and he watched as her lips thinned at the mention of them. He liked the fact that he could read her well now. He had thought she was a bit of a detached person when he first saw her, but once he was used to her little gestures, he could understand what she was feeling without her having to say anything.    "Is the session finished?"    "No." he said shortly. She was quiet for a bit before she nudged him gently.   "You should go back. They're waiting for you."    He sighed.   "I know. Your showcase is tomorrow right? How's the sleeping going?"   Heri didn't say anything for a bit and he turned to look at her. She was biting the inside of her bottom lip, and not looking at him.   "I haven't seen you in any of the dance practise rooms, where were you." he demanded.    "....vocal rooms." she mumbled.    "Heri!"   "I'm sorry I'm sorry I just thought I was practising too much on dance so I was going to practise my vocals anyway! I wasn't trying to avoid you I promise!" she defended weakly as she glanced at him hesitantly. He glared at her and she shrivelled up in shame.    "Tonight you are bringing a pillow, a change of clothes, and your toothbrush. Normal practise room ok? I am making sure that you sleep well for at least the last night. This isn't healthy at all." he basically ordered.      "And I am making sure that you go and help the people that need you. In there." she said smoothly after an initial pout, jerking her head in the direction of the practise room. She got up, dusting her pants and hauled him up, patting his back supportively before giving him a cheeky smile and going in the other direction.   "I meant what I said Park Heri, you have to listen to your oppa!" he called after her.    Shaking his head, he returned to the practise room with the trainees. At least he felt better now, knowing he was going to see her l