Not My Type! | Connor x Reader

Courage

"Excuse me, Miss (L/N)?--"

"Shit!" You screeched, turning off the music. Connor's sudden voice startled you. You turned around to face him. "Will it ever be a time you show up without scaring the fuck outta me?"

  "I'm sorry." Connor said. "You seemed really distracted."

"Yeah, i try to distract myself from this shitty society in every opportunity." You scoffed. "So, what are you doing here?"

"I just came to give back your umbrella. You weren't at work so i was told you'd be here."

"Oh, right. The umbrella." You were bewildered. "I forgot about that... You can put in my bag right there." You re-positioned the little speaker on the floor. "Mind waiting for a bit? I'll just practice my moves some more, then we can leave."

"Sure." Connor nodded. He walked over to a chair next to the door where your bag was resting, and sat.

You passed the following minutes trying to make the right moves, but you always missed the same part. Maybe you felt distracted by Connor's presence, you always felt under pressure when it comes to dance with people around. But Connor doesn't care about that, does he? He won't judge you, that's for sure. But you can't blame his presence, you've been like this for a while, and the impact of your body against the ground asserts you.

"You have fallen five times in a row, Miss (L/N)." Connor stated.

"No need to brush it on my face, Robo-boy!" You growled at yourself, then sighed. "I just wanted to know what i'm doing wrong...!"

Connor observed your frustration. "Is the choreography that hard?"

"Well, more or less... I have to do this thing... when you jump and your body spins" You tried to explain, grabbing your phone and showing Connor a video of a female android doing your solo perfectly. "It's called side-drill. See? She's flawless... And they expect me to be just like her. You see, it's not the side-drill that really bothers me but how fast the moves are before doing the side-drill... It's too much! My feet have to be quick before spinning in the air like a fucking beyblade! You know what i mean?"

"I think i understand..." Connor said.

"But hey, i'm not saying i can't do it." You stated. "Is just... a matter of time. I mean, i can nail those crazy k-pop choreos but can't do a fuckin' side drill? I don't buy it..."

"Maybe i can help you?"

"Ha! You? Help me?" You scoffed. "I bet you can do that with your eyes closed... C'mon, give it a try."

You stepped back, folding your arms. Connor looked at you, wondering if you were just kidding, but you weren't. You were standing there tapping your foot. Connor sighed briefly, prepared himself and seconds later he did the side-drill perfectly.

You were unimpressed, but the jealousy was there. "Okay, you know what? Fuck you."

"You said the moves are too fast before doing the side-drill..." Connor said. "Why don't you show me your choreography? Maybe i can spot the problem."

That wasn't a bad idea. That was actually what Connor was going to propose before you mock him. You sighed in defeat. "Alright... But you better keep your eyes straight at me!"

"Don't worry. I won't take my eyes off you." Connor said attentively, you snorted at his words, raising an eyebrow.

So you danced again, Connor was paying strict attention to every move you make. And then, as predicted, you missed the side-drill, falling miserably on the ground. You stayed there, and growled to yourself again, cursing under your breath. Connor visualized the recent sights of you in his database, and reanalyzed them countless times at once until he finally discovered something.