Puppet // Phan

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The mesmerizing shades of pastel purple and pink began to spill into the ebony studio. It was around the time the sun would set and beautiful spots of white would take over, but to Dan that only meant work.

The young boy worked non-stop, waking up at around seven, heading to the studio and dancing for hours on end. He'd spend hours being a puppet to million studios, dealing with countless angsty wannabe dancers then spending an extra six hours at the studio after closing.

This was Dan's daily routine and it was all for the opportunity of working behind Byun. He dreaded it, though, the lack of sleep, the loss of his appetite, the sore muscles and countless times he'd be scolded by Million's founder.

Something was different for Dan today, though. As Dan placed his half empty bottle on the shiny epoxy flooring he could hear the doors to the studio opening. The familiar ringing of the bell sounding off through the studio while Dan sucked his lips into a straight line and ran a hand through his sweaty caramel colored hair.

"Hello? Is anybody here?" Came a soft voice. It was almost like the person was terrified to speak; that or he was beyond shy.

"Can I help you?" Dan inquired, a hint of roughness to his voice as he peeled his shirt off and peeked out of the dark prison-like room he spent most of his time in.

"Oh, uh, well, I-I'm the new---"

"The new helper huh?" Dan finished the unknown boy's sentence, letting a few strands of hair fall onto his face while he paused the loud Korean music and took in the sight of the lanky man in front of him.

"I mean if that's what you want to call it. I'm supposed to be helping some guy named Dan." The man with ebony hair stated, holding onto his books tighter and pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.

"Bloody hell, I didn't think he was being serious, so you work for me then?" Dan asked, raising his eyebrows and biting down on his chapped lip. Dan didn't need a babysitter and that's what this new person was. He was Dan's new babysitter and it angered him, the fact that Mr. Park felt the need to treat him like a child.

"O-oh y-your Dan? Y-you're a fantastic dancer, I hope--"

"Save it, I don't need your compliments." Dan hissed out, watching as the unknown man swallowed the large lump in his throat. Whatever color the man had drained from his face and Dan knew this new guy wouldn't work out. "I'm going to go practice more." Dan finally finished with, knowing the man couldn't get the words caught in his throat out.

Turning abruptly on his heel, Dan walked back into the dark room and hit play on the remote. Almost instantly loud Korean music started blasting and Dan got into his starting position.

Kicking his foot out and getting into the crouching position it began. He moved like softened butter on a piece of toast and every move he made matched the beat perfectly. To the new helper, it was like watching a god dance, every move held so much emotion and the way the muscles in his back moved with every small motion caused a thousand butterflies to flap mindlessly in the helper's stomach.

The new guy watched in awe, setting his journals down and nearing the spotless glass window. He spent years watching Dan grow as a dancer and spent countless hours watching him train mediocre dancers on Youtube. He was well aware of Dan's goal and he was determined to get him to Byun, maybe even give this tired dancer a happy life.

Letting the corners of his soft pink lips tilt upwards into a smile he raised his arm up and checked the time on his watch. It was nearing nine and he knew by dan's slow movements he needed a quick pick me up.

Tentatively, the helper took a few steps into the bright and humid room. A number of lights were on the brunette boy and it was beyond unreal; he knew that if he was already working up a sweat from just standing in the room that Dan was most likely dying.

"Excuse me, but you did get a bit of practice in. Why don't I take you to get something to eat?" The helper questioned while Dan dropped to his knees. His breathing was hard and his body was coated with a thin layer of sweat.

"Eat? Are you not aware of my goal?" Dan questioned, his voice even rougher than before as he forced himself back up and got back into his position for the next song.

Dan was about to move when the loud and almost annoying beat dropped, but the new guy stopped him. Picking up the bright yellow remote he shut off the music and stood in front of Dan. A small smile was plastered onto the helpers face as Dan only shot him a confused one.

"My name is Phil and I'm taking you to get something to eat, come on."

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I'm so excited to start writing this! I have four other Phan fics planned, but this is by far my favorite idea.

I should have another update by tomorrow... maybe even two updates (:

And how are you guys liking it? How's your day been? Let me know! (: