It's Not Hard as Long as It's With You l Yeongyu ff

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It was officially the day of the dancing competition. All the students wore their most beautiful outfit, ready to scream their lungs out on the bleachers. Through all the cheerful energy with everyone taking selfies and eating cotton candy, the competitors were backstage- silently praying for the best performance.

And there he was, Yeonjun stood silently in a small corner backstage- praying to the dear gods that he wouldn't draw a front number.

Please.

Lost in his train of thoughts, he hadn't realised that a group of competitors were gathering around in the middle of the room.

It's time..

The pink haired boy stuck in hand into the black box, shuffling the papers around before finally grabbing one. After taking a couple deep breaths, he finally pulled it out. His grip on the paper tight and firm.

No.

Oh god..

I'm gonna puke.
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The noisy bleachers fell eerily silent as the speaker started playing, capturing everyone's attention.

"Welcome everyone to the 2025 dancing competition at Riverhood Heights Private High School! This year's competition is highly competitive, we have some previous winners here!! All right, enough with the talk. Without further ado, let's get started with the 2025 DANCING COMPETITION!"

The crowd cheered like never before, their screams blending together into a chaotic cacophony of sound playing on the speakers.

"First contestant!'

Everyone practically lost their voices from the chaotic screaming, excited to get comfy on the bleachers while enjoying a huge show.

Beomgyu sat right in the middle of the crowd, waiting for the older's turn to perform so he could scream his lungs out.

"Second contestant!"

"Fifth contestant!"

"Tenth contestant!"

"Twentieth contestant!"

As each number went by, the brown haired boy only got more anxious. All the performers were extremely good at dancing, better than expected.

"Thirtyth contestant!"

And that's when it hit him, there were only thirty competitors every year. He hasn't seen Yeonjun up stage yet, so it must be him.. right?

Everyone thought so too, until a blue haired boy slowly walked out of stage which made the younger's heart skip a beat.

What's Soobin hyung doing here?

The blue haired boy stood on stage, his heart racing from nervousness. As the music started, he took a deep breath- centering himself before launching into the routine when music started playing. Every step was executed with perfect precision, every move fluid and graceful.

The younger could only stare at the boy on stage. He was as beautiful as ever, perfect hair following the rhythm of every move, perfect eyes shining like the stars on a perfect December night. Everything about him was perfect.

Perfect.

One may describe someone as beautiful, kind hearted, maybe even incomparable. But to Beomgyu, there was nothing other than perfect that suited the older more. He was perfect. And he would say it again, again and again if it meant the older would believe him.

As the music came to an end, the crowd applauded with proud hearts. A blue sunlight sparkled through the blue haired boy, his sweaty hair making it harder than it already was for the younger.

After the crowd had finally calmed down, Soobin took the microphone in his hands while trying to wipe the droplets of sweat that uncontrollably rolled on his face.

"I really hope no one is disappointed if they came here for Yeonjun hyung. He was too anxious and was not feeling well, so he went back to the dorms. I sincerely hope everyone still had a good time despite the situation. Thank you."

Beomgyu's cheerful mood immediately shifted when the mention of the older feeling unwell cuts into his mind.

He's sick?...

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Yeonjun laid on his soft bed, the blanket covering above his shoulders. He was freezing cold, yet the air conditioner wasn't on.

Ah.. why am I suddenly getting a fever..

Just as he was about to fall asleep, the door creaked open. The pink haired boy immediately pulled the blankets up to his face, acting as if he was some sort of baby.

"Soobin, bring me some water."

He closed his eyes dramatically and soon opened one when the younger didn't take a step nor said a word. He looked around with one eye before whining even more.

"Soobinieeeee, why aren't you getting me water..."

...

"Y-you know.. it really isn't like you to ignore me like this!"

...

Suddenly, the door opened again and this time, a familiar voice ringed to his ears.

"Yah! Yeonjun hyung, you feeling better? That dance was so tiring, you owe me one."

What? Didn't he just walk in?

The pink haired boy gathered all his energy before sitting up, instantly meeting gazes with..

BEOMGYU?!

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Chapter 15✅✅✅
What's gonna happen now?!🤧
Uh.. tbh idk what I'm doing lol I didn't come up with a whole story plot or anything I just come up with things while writing.😭
Also... A lil voting session 🫢💗
Tyunning or Sookai?👀
Aespa or itzy?😚
Beomgyu or Yeonjun?🥲🥲
Illit or babymon?🫣💗
Happy ending or sad ending (have a sequel)?🤷

Anyways next chapter soon!😴🤓