Scary Sweetheart // KJ Apa
Anonymous: Hey girl, love your imagines and I was wondering if you could do a KJ imagine/oneshot, where the reader is a dancer and KJ supports her at a show and stuff? Thanks lovely.
Word Count: 1,440
Warnings: panic attack, supportive KJ, cuddly KJ
Characters: KJ Apa, Cole Sprouse, Lili Reinhart, Camila Mendes, Madelaine Petsch, Casey Cott,
A/N: I legit had to watch Dance Moms and I got so much inspiration you do not understand (I love dance moms omg). I hope you enjoy this and I can’t wait to finish all these and open my requests again. X
This is the dance: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjSHEBbktyI if you don’t want to watch the intro, the performance starts at 2:19. x
You took a deep breath as you walked out of your dressing room and to the foyer of the theatre. KJ had messaged you, letting you know that he and the gang were here and to meet them in the foyer.
Your hair was curled and thrown into a bun and your make up was all done and perfect, your winged eyeliner had been done less than 10 minutes ago. “Hey!” You grinned, seeing the familiar brunette (unfortunately, the red faded) and your group of friends. They all turned at the sound of your voice, seeing you clad in a pair of Adidas sweatpants and a crop top.
Your 6 cast mates all walked towards you, smiles on their faces. Madelaine was the first to hug you, pushing past KJ and wrapping her arms tightly around your body, giggling. She squealed. Words of luck were given to you by Cole, Camila, Lili and Casey, as Madelaine and the rest of them left, telling you that they’ll see you after the show and telling KJ that they will save him a seat.
“I can’t wait to watch you tonight.” He grinned, pushing a curl behind your ear and kissing your forehead gently, looking down at you. “You’re going to be the best and you’re going to win.” KJ chuckled, kissing you softly on the lips. “Now, go knock ‘em dead, baby. And make sure your partner doesn’t fall in love with you.”
You giggled, pushing KJ towards the double doors where he would go and find the gang. “Good luck! I love you!” He turned around just before he got to the doors, grinning at you. You blew him a kiss, waving at him and running back to your dressing room to get changed into the yellow dress you would be wearing.
“Please welcome to the stage, entry number 25, ‘Scary Sweetheart’.” You heard the voice through the speakers as you looked at your partner, James, who was standing on the opposite wing, giving you thumbs up. You took a deep breath, walking onto the stage with poised steps and took your place in the middle of the stage.
Once the music started, you were automatically in the zone. The touches of James’s cold fingertips gave you goose bumps, but you focused on the beat and lyrics of the song. You had been practicing this dance with James for a few months now, your dance instructor wanting every bit perfect. You had practiced 9 hours a day, 4 times a week for about 4 – 5 months.
Once it got to a specific part in the dance that you had trouble with at the start, but you eventually got it perfect, you became nervous. James lifted you up by your waist twice, and when he placed you down so you could go behind him, you had lost your footing and slipped up. It wasn’t anything major, but it still made your heart beat faster and tears prick at your eyes. Your dance instructor was going to be very pissed off at you for stuffing up a dance you had been practicing for months.
The drastic change in music to set the scene was your favourite part as you went from ‘sweetheart’ to ‘scary sweetheart’ made the crowd cheer, loving the mood. You took deep breaths as your partner fell onto the floor from the ‘kick’ you had given him, and you used the emotions you were bottling up right now to set the emotion for the scene. Once you had grabbed the back of James’s shirt, picking him up and dropping him back onto the floor, you left the stage with your chin high and back straight, but as soon as you were behind the curtains of the wings, you burst into tears. Covering your mouth to stop the sobs, you rushed back to your dressing room and closed the door, grabbing your phone with shaky hands and sitting on the floor and unlocking your phone. You dialled KJ’s number, your whole body shaking as tears fell down your face and you used your free hand to wipe the tears from your cheeks.
“Baby?” KJ had answered. He was speaking in a normal tone, not hushed or anything, since it was intermission and he had obviously either stepped outside or there was no one around him. “You did amazing, what’s wro-“
“I st-stuffed up!” You sobbed, pulling your knees to your chest and pulling the bobby pins out of your hair, letting your bun fall loose and your hair fall over your shoulders. “I-I slipped and now James is going to hate m-me and so is Re-Rebecca.” You tried to calm your breathing, but you had worked yourself up, and now you were border lining a panic attack.
“Hey, hey. Breathe, (Y/N). C’mon. Where’s your dressing room? I’ll come and see you and bring you a bottle of water.” KJ’s voice soothed you, and you could hear Cole and Camila’s voice in the background, asking if you were okay. She’s just a bit worked up, KJ spoke away from the phone, and you could hear the chatter of your friends, asking if you needed anything.
“Baby. Just text me where your dressing room is and I’ll see you there, alright? You gonna be okay for about 5 minutes?” KJ asked you, his attention back onto you.
“O-Okay.” You hiccupped, your sobs still coming through, and tears still flowing down your cheeks. Your hands shook as you attempted to text KJ, but you sent the message with a few mistakes and an odd full stop in the middle of the sentence, but you couldn’t be bothered editing it.
KJ had shown up in your dressing room, and seen that you had calmed down a little bit, but you would let out the occasional sob and hiccup. “Hey, darling.” KJ closed the door behind him, slowly walking towards you. He knelt down in front of you, resting his hands on your knees and rubbing them gently. “It’s alright, hey? Just, breathe for me. Like you taught me. In and out. Slowly.” KJ’s voice soothed you a bit more than the instructions did, but you still complied, inhaling and exhaling slowly.
“I-I didn’t mean to slip.” You looked up at the brunette, your eyes red. “The floor was slippery and my stockings just didn’t mix well.” You closed your eyes, letting your chin rest on your knees. “I’m just really tired too.” You pushed yourself off the ground, grabbing your dance bag and shoving all of your belongings into it, not caring how they’re placed.
“Come on then, I’ll take you back to my place. We can drop Cole and Madelaine home, since they came with me, but you can have a hot shower to relax and we can watch a movie and go to bed.” KJ grabbed your bag from you when you went to sling it over your shoulder. His bicep rippled as his arm flexed, and you followed him out the door.
“Bye, Cole!” You waved to the brunette who walked towards his apartment. Madelaine had been dropped off before Cole, but now you and KJ were on your way back to his place.
You watched as the buildings went past, and when you saw the familiar street of KJ’s street, you sat up a little and grabbed your phone, seeing that the time was 7pm. Once KJ had pulled the car up, you got out the car. “I’ll grab your bag.” KJ told you and you looked over your shoulder, smiling.
“I’ll be in the shower,” you spoke softly, unlocking the front door and kicking your shoes off. You had already started to unzip the dress and were in the shower within 5 minutes of getting home.
KJ was in the bedroom, turning Netflix on the Xbox and he was changing the sheets over (since he and Cole had fallen asleep on the bed. Go figure) and grabbing you something to eat from the kitchen.
Once you had wrapped a towel around your body, you walked into his bedroom and opened the draw you had claimed, changing into some sweatpants and a training bra. Pulling your wet hair into a bun, you got on his bed and put your phone on charge, sliding under the covers.
“I made you a cheese sandw-“ KJ looked at your quite figure. You had fallen asleep, already snuggled under the covers. He grinned, placing the sandwich on the desk in his room. He turned the lights off and crawled into bed next to you, his arms wrapping around his waist.
“Good night, Sweetheart.”