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If you asked Yeri what her favourite thing was about preparing for a comeback, she'd have to say learning the choreography, actually, that is her favourite when it's not even Red Velvet. Because he's there. Monitoring, guiding, complimenting, criticising.
Hannie wasn't one to take choreographing for granted, he did his best and expected the best in return. Yeri always went full out for him, arms and legs aching, and her back cursed her for it, but her mind was thankful. Because he complimented her, he would high five her and sometimes pull her into an embrace. She wasn't a main or lead dancer, but she always pretended to be when he was around.
There was just something about him, something that made her breath hitch when he pulled out his bright gummy smile, a jealous glare that was forced out when she watched people's arms linger on his waist or shoulders.
She had the biggest crush on him, always has. When Irene was talking to her about her brothers debut, all the girls were ecstatic, they knew Chul and they were happy that he finally got to debut, but she didn't watch him. They put on the music video, and a wave of blush adorned her when he popped up on the screen. She researched him and found out he was a choreographer, and that he had worked with Twice and many of her idol friends. Yeri started dropping hints around that she wanted him to choreograph a comeback of theirs, and had even mentioned it to Chacha when she was producing for the girls.
And it finally happened.
His gentle footsteps, harsh thumps, and flexible body danced before her, smiling to the girls as they learned the dance. He was kind hearted, he was loving and caring, better then any of the other boys she's liked. He was different somehow, and contrary to her ideal type, effeminate and comforting.
"Do you guys have any idea when your next comeback will be?" Hannie asked her, as she sat admiring his features. "Wendy unnie's solo debut is coming first, and NCT Dream is after that. So I'm not too sure, we have some demos though." She smiled brightly, trying her best to present an innocent beauty, wanting him to look at her as if it was just them. They sat in the practice room of SM, and were surrounded by staff. Hannie was working on something secret for NCT, and was just planning on working all day, but somehow he ended up taking a break and talking to Yeri.
He liked her, she was sweet, and she clearly enjoyed his company. She was like a little sister, similar to his juniors back in his own company, despite most debuting before him (they're still younger). Chul was known to get jealous over her, claiming she had a crush on him. It wasn't like she knew about the two, they had to be careful who they told, and Irene would never out them to anyone. Maybe she did, but he didn't like to think like that. She was an innocent kid in his eyes, a younger sister that just likes him being around.
"Aaron should be coming to pick me up soon." He checked his watch, smiling as he lifted his head up. "He's picking you up?"
"Sorta, he's on schedule today and we have something to do together so the car is coming to get me here with him."
Aaron was more of Yeri's ideal type, and she wasn't dumb, she saw the love filled glances he sent her. She also knew about his dating life, his last girlfriend cheated on him a lot, and he was vulnerable whenever he was in a relationship. She liked him, he was nice and manly. But he wasn't Hannie. No one was Hannie.
"Hyung, I've been texting you!" A familiar voice yelled, two figures bursting though the door. "Sorry, pre-occupied. Yeri, you know Aaron." He smiled as the younger boy froze and rubbed the nape of his neck turning red. "Oh hey, sorry for interrupting, Didi was getting worried." He gestured to their manager who smiled at them from the doorway. "Let's get going then, I'll talk to you later Yeri."
Aaron was cute. He was close to Hannie. His group included his own members brother. Maybe she should give him a try.
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