Y/N was your semi-average fifteen year old, brown hair, blue eyes and a captivating smile that made you want to squeeze all the happiness out of her, to see if she still seemed optimistic.
Y/N had a secret that not many people, besides her close friends and family knew: she loved boybands. You could show her a picture of a boyband, by the next morning she would know each member's life story. Her favourite was CNCO, a 5-piece Latino boyband consisting of Christopher, Erick, Joel, Richard and Zabdiel. Although Y/N's grandfather was Cuban, she spoke little Spanish herself, only knowing how to confess her love on the boys' posts with comments like 'te amo mucho' and 'tu es muy hermoso.'
The sun was bright in the east, as you woke up on a normal Thursday morning. You turned off your alarm and went straight to the bathroom, flung on your uniform and did your hair into two french braids. This was your normal routine, but you knew something felt different about today.
Instead, Y/N carried on downstairs with your phone in your hand as usual, and said your good mornings to your parents. Your put your pre-made lunch into her school bag, and gulped down your breakfast. After quickly departing from the breakfast table, you headed into the living room to check your social media.
*translate spanish to english* you pressed on CNCO's recent post's caption.
'Good day CNCOwners! We hope you're doing good, we have a special competition for you. To celebrate our world tour starting tomorrow, we're inviting 5 lucky fans to come and dance, sing and perform along with us on stage all around the world! All you have to do is send us a special message saying why you should be chosen and what CNCO means to you. Goodbye, and good luck!'
Of course, the translation was not as accurate as that but you managed to desipher the basic meaning. 'CNCO ARE INVITING PEOPLE TO JOIN THEM ON TOUR? I HAVE TO GO' you thought as you grabbed your school bag once again and headed out the door. you grabbed your house key and rushed to the bus stop.
S: 'Hey Y/N!'
This was Sadie, your good friend, and fellow CNCOwner.
Y/N: 'Hi! Did you see CNCO's new instagram post?' you said, excitedly.
S: 'No!' Sadie grabbed her phone and turned on her 4G to see the latest post. After also translating the caption, she screamed and hugged you.
'We HAVE to get chosen!' She exclaimed.
Y/N: 'What should we say?' you had been asking yourself all morning.
S: 'I don't know, something like, "We're massive fans of you guys, your music is amazing and you're all so beautiful?" I can't think!!' Sadie sounded nervous.Y/N: 'How can we send them a message though? They don't speak English! Not much, anyway.'
A thought popped into your head, as the bus screeched up to the bus stop.
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Take My Hand
FanfictionA CNCO fan-fiction One day when scrolling through your phone, you notice that CNCO are inviting 5 very special fans to join them on their world tour, and to be in with a chance of winning, all you have to do is comment why you should win. After spen...
