My cousin and I drew Alice and Bendy Halloweenish for our Group Chat Profile and I handed mine over so she could put them together and do a cool Filter and put em together- and I REALLY Like this one- I drew Alice and she drew Bendy.
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Swing Dancing Reader x Spencer fic :))))) Based off of this post
Basically, both you and Spencer and really awesome at swing dancing and happen to pair up one night at the jazz club that the both of you frequent ;)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Warnings: Alcohol but it’s barely drank/mentioned
Swing dancing was most definitely not a common hobby among people your age.. Or people in general, to be honest. But when you found a jazz club that in fact had a special day called ‘Swing Dance Saturday’, you just had to go. Who knew, maybe you could find a new partner or friends that share the common love for the dance form.
Dressed in a black blouse with polka dots tucked into a red skirt that fell past your knees all tied together with white stockings and your hair pulled back with a scarf, you entered the club to be pleasantly surprised at seeing how many swing dancers there were. There were obviously different levels of skill (you were better than all of them) but that didn’t matter because everyone was having fun and the live jazz music was in full swing.
A small smile made its way onto your face as you went to the bar, requesting a gin and tonic before seating yourself. The drink was placed in front of you and you took a sip, letting your deep red painted lips enclose around the straw as you observed the people in the club. Most people had partners. While some were on the dancefloor, others were taking a break, talking about something. No one really stood out to you until you reached the opposite end of the club. There stood a man who seemed to be your age. He was tall with long legs, his sandy color hair messy in an attractive way and his hazel eyes observing the people as well as he talked to an older man who was sipping a bourbon.
With the hope that he was a dancer as well, you got up from your seat at the bar, holding your beverage in one hand as you approached him, speaking in your naturally gentle tone when you finally reached him, “Are the two of you here for the dancing or for the sight and drinks?” You let a smile rest on your face as you spoke, observing both of the men with a gentle gaze.
The elder man spoke first, a suggestive smile on his face as he looked to the man he’d come with, “I’m here for the sight, but Spencer here is here for the dancing.. He just can’t seem to find a partner.”
The man who the elder man named Spencer’s cheeks reddened lightly as he takes a sip of his water, shooting a glance to the man before looking to you with a shy smile, nodding to agree with the other man’s statement. “I can’t seem to find anyone with a similar level of skill.”
You simply nodded in an understanding manner, “I get it… They all know some basic concepts and application but aren’t as advanced.. Although that doesn’t stop it from looking nice.” You sipped your drink as you spoke once more, “I’m Y/N, by the way.. It’s nice to meet the both of you.”
The older man introduced himself as David Rossi before excusing himself to go to the bar and get another drink, saying that it was okay for you to sit in his. That of course left you and Spencer alone at the table.. Him watching the people on the dancefloor while tapping his foot along to the music and your gaze switching between the man and the dancefloor, sipping your drink. “How long have you been swing dancing for, Spencer?”
Spencer’s gaze shoots to meet yours and he shrugs a little bit, “I’ve been swing dancing for nearly 6 years now.. But honestly I believe practice is more important than the duration of knowing something. Technically, I’ve known what swing dancing is ever since I was 6 but I didn’t actually start learning till some time later. At first it was pretty bad but-” He cut himself off, realizing that half of the things he’d said were not relevant to the question, “Sorry, I tend to ramble..” He cleared his throat slightly before speaking once more, “Uhm.. How long have you been swing dancing for?”
You offer a reassuring smile to say that his rambling was most definitely not a problem, “I’ve been swing dancing since I was 5.. My grandpa taught me the basics and I taught myself everything else that I know..” You hold his gaze for a moment, feeling your cheeks redden lightly before you speak once more, “Want to see if we fit each other’s skill level?”
Spencer’s brows raise slightly in mild surprise. He hadn’t expected that you’d be so quick to ask if he wanted to dance or not. He simply shrugs a little, getting up from his seat before extending a hand to you, “Yeah, sure.” He offers a small smile to you and you take his hand, setting down your drink as you began nodding your head to get a feel for the tempo of the music, getting the counts ready in your head.
Spencer glanced down at you, it seemed that you fit perfectly in his arms as the two of you began moving. Your tempo and movements were impeccable as the two of you started out with a basic step before a send out. Easy enough in all honesty. The two of you continued that pattern before switching to the open position, doing the basic step there before he sent you back in. This was easy, in all honesty, but you could tell that Spencer was just getting warmed up.
Eventually, the tempo of the music increased. With an increase in the tempo, you could feel his level of advancement increase as well. He was telling you to do some moves and you were telling him to do some moves, it was working out quite nicely. In fact, you both complimented each other so much that a crowd had formed around the two of you to watch. He grabbed your hand tightly as you prepped yourself for a flip, feeling the momentum increase as you jumped, Spencer’s arm going around your waist as you quite literally flipped around him, landing perfectly on your feet. There was a bright smile on your face and Spencer was smiling too because he had found the perfect partner. The crowd cheered as you landed the flip and you and Spencer continued moving round and round, enjoying each other’s presence and most definitely appreciating the communication as well.
Eventually, the both of you needed a break and you guys both left the dancefloor, still hand in hand. You were breathing heavily and you shot him a bright smile. He did the same and the two of you let go of each others hand as you approached the table. David Rossi was back there and when he saw the two of you, he applauded, “Bellissimo! You two were the best dancers on the floor!”
Your cheeks reddened and you said a thank you and you finished off your gin and tonic. It was getting late and you had to get to work in the morning. “I hate to have to go, but I have work tomorrow.” You worked as a cardiac surgeon and had your own practice so you needed a good night’s sleep so you’d be ready for tomorrow’s surgery.
Spencer frowned a little but spoke in a breathy tone for he was still trying to catch his breath as well , “Are you going to be here next Saturday?”
You bit your lip lightly, feeling a smile make its way onto your face, “It depends.. Are you going to be there?”
His cheeks redden and he nods lightly, “If I don’t have work, then yes, I will be.”
You looked into your purse, grabbing out one of your business cards and extending it to him, “If you don’t have work, give me a call.” You smile shyly, leaning up and giving him a ghost kiss on his cheek so as not to leave a mark from your red lipstick. You wave to David Rossi before turning on your heels and exiting the jazz club.
Spencer Reid stood there, holding your card with a flabbergasted look on his face because he was most definitely not expecting that. Rossi chuckled quietly, getting up from his seat to take the card out of Spencer’s hand before reading it outloud, “Doctor Y/N Y/L/N, cardiac surgeon.. Wow, kid, you really got a catch here.”
Spencer simply smiles sheepishly before taking the card back from Rossi, putting it in the front pocket of his pants before taking his seat once more, sipping his water as he let a wide smile slowly form on his face as he pulled out his phone, typing in your number before sending you a text
Till we meet again, Doctor Y/L/N… -Spencer Reid
Idk but I kind of want to make this a series.. We’ll see how well this does, first :) Thank you guys so much for your support! ~G x
Peridot didn’t know what to do.
Her phone was on the floor across the room, she was laying in her bed with her face buried in her pillow, her body was entirely covered by her blanket. She was trying to drown out the continuous ringing of her cell phone. She knew who was calling; she knew she was dead. She just didn’t know how to process all of it. It all happened so quick: One Skype started out normally, things went wrong, and she completely lost it, ending the call right after she said the one thing that she’d never said to her mother before. After that, she was too upset to use it again, so she threw her phone across the room and buried herself under blankets. She didn’t want to think about what had happened, but she had to check her phone one last time before shoving it into the back of a drawer and awaiting the wrath of her mother when she would come home from her business trip.
Peridot sat up, rubbing her eyes and sliding her thick-framed glasses on to her face. She threw her blankets down on her bed and slowly approached her phone. The phone calls had stopped to her surprise, but she knew there would be more. Unlocking the screen of her phone, she went down the notification window. Twelve missed calls, each with a voicemail attached. Several text messages letting her know just how grounded she was. She groaned, turning her phone off and shoving it into a drawer in her desk. She had to accept it, she was the first to blow up during the Skype call. It was her fault and she knew she’d have to try to make things at least a little better.
Peridot opened her bedroom door, shielding her eyes at the bright hallway light. If it was on, that could only mean one thing. Jasper was out of bed before her. She knew this would make things difficult for her and she just wasn’t ready for that, so she decided to take a shower.
After showering, Peridot went into the kitchen. There were already dishes piling up in the sink. She looked over to Jasper, who was on the couch, with a look of disappointment. “You could have put these in the dishwasher, you know.” She said, not looking away from Jasper as she picked up a cup from the sink.
Jasper didn’t bother to look over or even say anything. Of course she wouldn’t listen. Peridot opened the dishwasher, putting dishes in the right areas and then filling the little soap hole with special dishwasher soap.
After loading the dishwasher and starting it, Peridot started cleaning the counters. She was doing it quickly, but she wasn’t aware of how quick she was actually working. Jasper noticed her, raising an eyebrow and sitting up on the couch.
“What the hell are you cleaning up for? It’s just gonna get dirty by the end of the night.”
“What are you talking about? It’s just us.” Peridot said, soon realizing what Jasper could have possibly meant. “No. No, no, no! Mom said nobody else was allowed in the house while she was away!”
“Mom isn’t here.” Jasper said, getting up from the couch and going into the kitchen. “She isn’t gonna know I threw a party-”
“A party! Jasper, you’re insane!” Peridot said, raising her voice a bit. “I’m not gonna be the one cleaning up after the mess, and I know you won’t. Mom is gonna kill both of us.”
“Mom won’t find out because you’re gonna clean up. I’ll make you clean it.” Jasper told her, standing uncomfortably close to her as she said this. She had a serious tone of voice as she spoke. “Don’t even think about shutting yourself away in your room with your phone, I know you’ll call mom.”
“My phone is off. I want nothing to do with it, and I want nothing to do with this party.” Peridot muttered, taking a few steps away from her. After standing there in silence for a few seconds, she turned around and went to her room. She slowly went over to her desk and opened the drawer, acting as if there were a bomb inside, because that’s really what it felt like. She took the phone out of the drawer and her charger out of the wall and grabbed an empty shoebox, shoving the items in and putting the lid on the box. The girl took the shoebox upstairs and put it on her mother’s bed before locking and shutting the door. She didn’t have a key, so it would be in there for the rest of the weekend.
Jasper was silently trailing behind Peridot the entire time, silently questioning her actions. She crossed her arms, looking down at her sister and smirking. “Nice try, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t being forced to stay in the living room during my party.”
Peridot growled, shoving past her sister to get back into the kitchen. “I’ll leave then. Maybe go see Lapis and her mom.”
“Uh-huh. Sure, Peridot. Mom said we couldn’t go anywhere either, so you’re not leaving.” Jasper laughed, stepping in front of Peridot.
“You’ll listen to that but not the fact that she asked that nobody came into the house? Screw you.” Peridot hissed, reaching past Jasper to get a washcloth and going to wipe the kitchen table.
“That’s right.” Jasper laughed, following Peridot everywhere she went. “I’m gonna invite all of my friends and none of your friends. You might wanna clean up before so the house isn’t so messy after the party.”
Peridot was considering saying no and using the house phone to call her mother, but there were two problems with that idea. The first problem was that Jasper would kill her, and the second problem was only the paranoia that her mother would ignore her and bring up the argument from that morning. Cleaning would be her only chance at at a small redemption, and she ended up giving in and listening to Jasper. “You know what? Fine. You owe me, though.”
“Yeah, I’ll owe you by not beating you into the ground.” Jasper growled, towering over Peridot and nearly knocking her over.
Peridot shoved her out of the way so she could clean up the living room and kitchen, the only areas that party guests would actually be in.
Around an hour later, Peridot was as finished with cleaning as she could possibly be. With Jasper on her case every step of the way, it was hard not to make things perfect.
Peridot was about to slip back into her bedroom to hide, and Jasper obviously wasn’t going to let that happen. “Where do you think you’re going, pipsqueak?” The large teenager asked, grabbing the hood of her sister’s hooded sweatshirt and pulling her back into the living room. “Someone’s at the door, go get it.”
“Damn it..” Peridot mumbled, going to the door and opening it. The person behind the door made their way in, completely ignoring Peridot as they entered. “Might as well leave it open, Jasper, because your friends will end up walking in on their own anyway.”
Thirty minutes later, and there were at least twelve people in the house None of them knew that they were being watched. Who were they being watched by? Jasper and Peridot’s mom. Yellow Diamond, being the slightly protective mother she was, had little cameras placed around her home after Jasper and Peridot were old enough. It was the best replacement for baby monitors and babysitters, but it was rare that they were used.
Mom Diamond was in a small coffee shop at the very moment the party was going on. She was watching the party happen on the camera system she had installed to her laptop. She only did it to see what Peridot was doing after the fight that morning, and now she’d be watching more because of the party. She picked up her phone in a calm manner, dialing the house phone and letting it ring. Her eyes didn’t leave the computer screen and she watched Jasper go to pick the phone up.
“Everybody shut the hell up!” Jasper shouted. There was instant silence throughout the room, and Peridot even jumped at the sudden loud voice. “My mom is calling and she doesn’t need to know you guys are here.” She told them, picking up the phone right after and pressing the answer button.
“Hello?” Yellow Diamond asked, going right into what she had to say. “Jasper, put me on speaker phone right now.” Her fingers drummed on the table and she watched the computer screen as everyone sat around awkwardly.
Jasper didn’t even think to ask how her mother knew she was the one to pick up the phone. “Why? Do you need to say something to Peridot?” She questioned, putting the phone on speaker.
Yellow Diamond put it as simply as she could. “Alright, Jasper, all of your friends need to leave. Right now. If I call back and they aren’t gone, you’ll be in more trouble than you’re already in.” She said, hanging up the phone right after.
Jasper froze completely upon hearing this. Someone told on her and it wasn’t any of her friends. The only one that could have said anything would be Peridot. She knew the phone call was over with, so she looked right at Peridot. “You’re dead. Everyone get the hell out of my house.”
Everyone started to leave, and Yellow Diamond was more upset with Jasper than Peridot at that point. She kept an eye on her two daughters, but she was also watching the other teens pour out of her home from the computer screen.
Once the door was shut and locked, Peridot got up from the couch, backing up away from Jasper. Jasper only followed her, picking up the speed.
“You little snitch, I told you not to say anything!” Jasper screamed, now chasing her younger sister around the house.
Peridot was screaming and trying to get away from her sister, but it didn’t take long for her to get caught.
Jasper pushed Peridot to the floor and kicked her once on the leg. It was a hard kick, and she knew that was all she needed. “See if I ever trust you with anything, little asshole.”
Yellow Diamond watched the whole thing furiously. Her hands were shaking as she picked up her phone and dialed the house phone once again. When Jasper picked it up, her mother spoke in a calm voice. “Please give the phone to Peridot.”
Jasper threw the phone down on Peridot’s back, standing there with her arms crossed. “Mom wants to talk to you.”
Peridot sat up, taking the phone. She was shaking badly and she tried to hide the fact that she was crying when she answered. “Y-Yes?”
Yellow Diamond took a deep breath. She wasn’t upset with Peridot anymore, and she needed to let her know that. “Peridot, listen to me. I know you’re crying right now. It probably isn’t going to help much to tell you this, but you’re not in trouble anymore from this morning.”
“I-I’m not?” Peridot asked, sliding back a bit to the nearest wall so she could lean on it. Her voice was shaky and she was glancing up at Jasper because she didn’t want to get hit again.
“No, you aren’t. Don’t tell Jasper, I’ll tell her myself, but you deserve to know first. I have small cameras set up around the house, and that’s how I found out about the party.” Yellow Diamond went on to explain. “They’re there for a reason, and this is one of those reasons. I’m so sorry that Jasper has the nerve to do things like that to you. Get an ice pack from the fridge and go lay down, alright?”
“I-I will.” Peridot whispered, taking her glasses off and wiping her eyes. “I love you mama..” She said. Sure it was a child-like way to say it, but she didn’t know what else to say.
“I love you too. I’ll be home tomorrow morning as I said before I left. Please give the phone to Jasper now.” Yellow Diamond said. When Jasper had the phone again, her voice was still calm, but it was a forced calm when speaking to Jasper. Her fingers were tapping on the table in front of her. “Jasper, I want you to clean up the house tonight, I’ll be home in the morning. Not Peridot, but you.”
“Okay, bye mom.” Jasper said, hanging up right after that. She looked down at Peridot, pretending to kick her again and laughing when she flinched. “Clean this damn house or I’m not letting you back in your bedroom. You owe me for telling mom about the party.”
“Whatever.” Peridot said quietly. She got up, going into the kitchen and grabbing a garbage bag to clean up the huge mess that Jasper’s friends had made. It took her a few hours to make everything perfect for when her mom got home, but when she finished, she was exhausted. The girl ended up passing out on the couch, too tired to get an ice pack for the leg that Jasper had kicked.
Yellow Diamond was home fairly early the following morning. She unlocked the front door and the sound of it instantly woke Peridot up. The mother stepped inside, seeing her daughter just waking up. She frowned, going over to give her a hug. “Good morning.”
“I’m really sorry, mom.” Peridot whispered, letting out a small yawn as she wrapped her arms around her mom. She let out a much bigger yawn, letting go and looking at her leg. Since she was wearing shorts, the bruise that Jasper made on her leg was visible.
Mom Diamond kissed the top of Peridot’s head. “Please forget about the Skype call, there’s much more to deal with now. How late did you stay up? Did Jasper keep you up all night cleaning too loud?” She asked.
“I stayed up until like.. midnight.. cleaning.” Peridot said, speaking with a few yawns in between. She took her glasses off of the coffee table and put them on her face. “What time is it now? Six something?”
Yellow Diamond’s calm smile turned into an angry scowl. “I told Jasper to clean. I should have kept watching the cameras.. I’m so sorry. Do you want to sleep in my room? I’ve been driving most of the night, so I’ll come lay down with you too.”
“Jasper was supposed to clean?” Peridot asked, groaning. She got up from the couch and made her way towards her mother’s room. Her leg hurt bad, and she had to hop to get there.
“Jasper hurt your leg bad.” Yellow Diamond said, moving past Peridot and unlocking her bedroom door. She went in and saw the shoebox on her bed. She looked inside and noticed Peridot’s phone was inside. “You can have your phone back.”
“Delete all of your messages and voicemails first, I don’t want to be reminded of what I said.” Peridot told her, sitting down on her mom’s soft bed and yawning.
“Get some rest, and don’t worry about Jasper. She’s in a lot of trouble.” Yellow Diamond told Peridot, kissing her younger daughter on the forehead before heading out to confront Jasper.
Jasper was rudely awakened by her bedroom light being turned on. She saw her mom, and she didn’t look happy at all.
“Jasper, it’s too early to argue with me, so I’ll say it now. Don’t bother leaving your room for the next three months. I have cameras around this house, and I don’t ever want to find out you hurt Peridot like that again. If I do, I’ll kick you out of this house. Understand? Good.” Yellow Diamond said, taking Jasper’s phone off of the side table by her bed. It was really the only thing Jasper had that she would need to take away, so she was out of Jasper’s room quickly. She turned off the light and slammed the door.
Jasper was speechless over it, groaning and just accepting it. It was too early to fight over it, and she knew she wouldn’t win, so she figured she might as well sleep for three months.
When Peridot woke up, Yellow Diamond was climbing into bed next to her. She didn’t ask about Jasper, because she didn’t want to get any more involved. As long as she and her mom were on good terms, she was happy.
(You can post this if you want, I’m very proud of how this turned out!)
Imagine Chanyeol telling his members that he’d like to make friends with BTS. They’re in the middle of partying and bobbing their heads to the lyrics while seated at an awards concert. Chanyeol sees BTS across from them, and they look like fun people, so he announces this to his members. They all give him shocked faces before bursting out in opposition.
“But you’ll hang out with them instead of us!”
“Rapmon might raise your IQ, so where does that leave me?!”
“You’ll listen to mama Jin instead of your mama Suho!”
Chanyeol starts to defend his decision when Kyungsoo pulls on his sleeve and says solemnly, “They aren’t like us, Chanyeol. They’re hip-hop. They’re dark and moody. They’re not our type of people.”
Chanyeol just shakes them off., gets up from his seat, and approaches BTS’s table slowly. As he gets closer, they all turn to him, their smiles still on their faces but cautiously pasted on. “H-hey.”
“Hey.” Rapmon nods. They all exchange a look before going back to their previous activities. J-Hope twists in his seat, giggling and trying to pinch Jimin’s earlobe. Jimin ignores J-Hope, swatting him his hand away. He laughs and pats Jungkook’s shoulder to get his attention every few seconds, pointing wildly at the stage, while Jungkook laughs lightly and repeatedly says, “Cool it, hyung, I get it I get it.” Suga and Jin are whispering to each other and giving their members judging looks, with Rapmon occasionally nodding in agreement.
And Taehyung. Chanyeol wrinkles his brow as he stares down at Taehyung, who’s piling all the napkins together and pouring packets of salt into the center. He opens his mouth to ask, but Taehyung notices him and beats him to it.
“It’s an offering.” Chanyeol’s eyes widen at Baekhyun’s lookalike. Taehyung adds, “It must be done at every ceremony or else the aliens shall be confused and believe the noise is a beacon for help. This tells them that all is well.”
Chanyeol waves them all goodbye and returns to his seat. When his members ask him how it turned out, he looks from member to member. A single tear rolls down Chanyeol’s eye. “I have found my people,” he whispers.
-Jaylos (of course)
-more stuff that are from book canon
-the Villains trying to find a way to get to Auradon
-the Villains being really evil and true to their characters in the book (not that I’m complaining, i mean like the actors portrayed them really well…)
-I kind of want to see more of the Isle
-more VK’s in Auradon and probably some AK’s turning bad
-Jaylos (did i mention that?)
-Anthony Tremaine (I NEED him to be in the sequel)
-the rotten four bonding with their Auradonian counterparts
-more Chad, Audrey, Lonnie, Doug and Jane
-more really awesome songs and dance numbers
-Aladdin, Eugene and Jay just because I think they could really bond
-Carlos standing up more to Cruella (I just really need this to happen)
-JAYLOS (I’m so sorry this is the last time I promise)
-Jordan, Freddie, Ally and Harriet Hook please
-Ben dealing with problems of being King
-I JUST NEED A DESCENDANTS SEQUEL NOW 😭💜
EXO Reaction to Seeing You Dance “Mommae” by Jay Park
Based off of the Mommae dance practice video. I was honestly a little shocked when I saw it aiya but I was laughing at how hilarious the backup dancers’ expressions were, you definitely have to watch it!
- Admin Au(drey)
Xiumin: Minseok would be watching with wide eyes, a little shocked at some of the suggestive moves that match up with the lyrics. He’d be impressed that you were a backup dancer (even if you had this position for a long time, it would still constantly amaze him) and at the dedication you put into it. “Do you feel … comfortable dancing to this style of music?” he asks tentatively, absorbing your response with an encouraging nod despite any answer you give him.
Suho: Junmyeon would be completely shocked by your performance, as it is more suggestive than he would like. The lyrics also throw him off because he isn’t accustomed to singing music with this content or theme. He would try to make reason with himself that you didn’t choose the song, you were assigned to it, that this was work and a professional job. But he finds it hard to support you in this department of music.
Lay: Yixing might start laughing while he watches the dance practice as he finds some of the things Jay Park does by himself a little silly. But he would draw his attention back to you and admire your hard work, along with the other dancers and Jay Park himself. “It looks sort of fun to dance!” he says after he watches it. “Can you teach me this part? Maybe we can be a dancing-team!” He’d beg for you to teach him at least the chorus, perhaps trying it out for himself when you aren’t there or refuse to become his teacher.
Baekhyun: Baekhyun would be astounded in a subtle way. He’d probably put on an outer act while processing some of the lyrics together with the dance you practice in front of him, a solemn expression painted on his countenance contrasting with the finger-hearts he holds out to you as you laugh while practicing. He would have quiet reactions, more subdued than the others you have performed in front of him because he wouldn’t like this as much as the other choreography.
Chen: He’d be outright and honest with you, telling you his true opinions about the dance and the song in general. “But do you like this dance?” he asks at last, putting your thoughts before his. If he didn’t like it, he’d do his best to altar his opinions and try to see it from the way you view it (unless you didn’t like it either, then that’s the two of you). If he liked it, he might be a more exaggerated version of Baekhyun’s outer-appearance - completely supportive and becoming your number one fan.
Chanyeol: Chanyeol would start whooping, being supportive even before the song. He’d be an eager watcher, giving appropriate shouts and applause throughout the song like a fangirl. He’d find it really awesome that you enjoy dancing and that you do all kinds of dance, and he would most definitely support you. “Wahh, encore, encore!” he demands, but you laugh and ask him if there was anything wrong. “It looked perfect to me, (Y/N)!”
D.O.: Kyungsoo would definitely be surprised when he sees you start to practice in front of him, because when you said, “I need to practice a dance,” he hadn’t expected it to be this new style. There’d be a slight smile on his face because he’d be supportive of you but inside there might be a subtle conflict over how he wants to support you genuinely versus his initial reaction to the song and dance.
Kai: Jongin would be watching with a keen eye, as you requested for his help in perfecting your part as the backup-dancer. There would be a look of concentration on his face as he continues to watch, but inside there would be lots of calculations and thoughts whirling about as he thinks of ways to compliment and assist you simultaneously. He wouldn’t care at all that this is what you had been assigned to you because work is work, and he’s a dancer that embraces all types of dance styles.
Sehun: Similar to Jongin, he would be watching you keenly. But he might get distracted by certain parts because they don’t seem to match you. “Wait, wait, can we pause for a moment?” he asks before pressing the button. “Are you comfortable with this dance? Or song? In general?” There would be some pressing questions he would ask with the innocence as the maknae, his concern winning over his viewpoint as a teacher.