NCT Imagines

Tiny Dancer

    Edited by M. Wilson

      Watching him move was my obsession, but moving with him was so amazing. Kim Do-Young could dance like no other, and he could sing like an angel. We were only dance partners, but lately we had been hanging out all the time. I was watching him with the rest of NCT—they were all handsome. Still, I couldn't help but focus on Do-Young: the way he moved, his smile, his everything. We had practice together after them; he was helping me with my dancing as a trainee. I had been here a while and was starting to lose hope, but Do-Young was fixing that slowly, encouraging me in any way he could. He was currently working on NCT 127's comeback. He moved like water; it was amazing, and I hated to admit it, but I was catching feelings for him. As I looked around, then back to him, I caught his eyes in the mirror. Smiling sweetly, he winked and then went back to focusing. He was so serious about his dancing; it was adorable to me. An hour later they finally finished. I stood up and walked over to Do-Young. "Yah! Kim Do-Young, you dance too well," I joke happily, smiling up at the other.

"Well, it took years of practice to get there. You just have a lot of raw talent; that's why I help you. I know you will make it, Jisung!" Do-Young exclaimed with a large smile on his lips. 'God, why is he so handsome? I wish I could just kiss him.' I thought to myself while moving. I waved to the members and walked over to the speakers to change the song. Right now we were working on a romantic dance to help me dance more fluidly and in step with others. Once all the members left, I turned on the music and walked over to the other, stretching as I went. We got into position, looking up at each other. I heard the music and started moving with Do-Young, watching him for a few seconds before focusing on my own movements. I could do this forever.

Once I got a feel for the movements, I looked up into the his eyes, smiling slightly as we moved together. Each move coordinated with the other. It felt fluent. Like it was meant to happen. By the end of the song, we were close and looking into each other's eyes. I mean, I knew it was choreographed, but it didn't feel like it right then. I quickly looked away and stepped back. Then I smiled gently and went over to my water to take a few sips. After resting, we kept practicing so I could fully grasp it, and by the end of practice I was sweating buckets. Wiping my forehead clean of sweat, I finished the rest of the water I was sipping. We packed up and then hugged each other gently. "Bye, Jisung. I'll see you around." He smiles and messes up my hair, to which I huff.

"See ya... I'll text you my schedule so we can plan our next practice before evaluation," I said, smiling as I spoke. I giggled and waved.

The next week I chickened out of practice, which led us to now. It was 12 at night, and Do-Young was dragging me out of my apartment to the NCT dorms to try and get me to tell him why. When we finally got there, he sat me on the couch. I looked up at him, shaking my head. "I don't see the point Do-Young. I mean, seriously, I'm not gonna make it." I sigh, and he shakes his head. He sits next to me and then hugs me close.

"Jisung, you're so talented. I know you don't think you are, but you never cease to amaze me. You're perfect for a strong or cute girl group. You pull off both concepts so easily." He smiles reassuringly, but I shake my head, looking away from the other, but wanting to believe him. I just couldn't think of myself that way; I felt the same as when I started all this. I sigh softly, before he spoke up again. "It's okay if you don't think that, but you still have to try for me. For now, let's just watch movies and eat ice cream. How does that sound?" He smiles hopefully.

"I guess we can, but it's late, so I won't be able to go back to the house. My evaluation is tomorrow, and I have no clothes." I sigh and chew my lip, trying to fight the urge to smile. He was just getting more and more perfect the more we practiced and the closer we got. I hadn't forgot about the little moment we had last week though. I knew I should probably let it go, but I just couldn't forget about it. I shook myself out of my thoughts. "I'll figure it out though. I'll pick the movie; go get the ice cream." I smile softly. We spend the rest of the night watching movies and cuddling.

It was the next day, and we had just finished evaluations. I walked out the room and ran over to Do-Young. They would either place us in solo, group, or we would have to keep training. I looked up at him nervously, and sat next to him to wait and see what my results will be. Neither of us spoke, but I felt a comforting and reassuring hand on my back. I smiled and relaxed into my seat. We waited hours before the managers walked out. They started by calling out soloists one by one and congratulating them. Then they gave them an office to go sit in and told them more details would be discussed. They also gave some a different day and time where they could get them all more informed without being there for a few days. After that, they called out a group number, then the people in it. My heart was racing as they started calling the first group and my eyes went wide when I heard my name. I had went in with only the confidence Do-Young had talked into me during the car ride there. I hugged Do-Young quickly before I left to go to the group, but also gave a small wave, as he had to leave for his own schedule with the boys.

At about 9 that night, I got a message from Do-Young asking me to come to the dorms to celebrate. I was at my apartment, laying down and comfy, but I agreed, despite my laziness, and got up to slip on some jeans and a hoodie. I was in my silk pajamas, so I changed into something more presentable. When I finally finished getting ready, I left to go to their dorms. When I got there, I let myself in and squealed as I was picked up and squeezed into a hug. "D-Do-Young! Jesus, put me down!" He chuckles and sets me down.

"I told you you could do it, Jisung. I believed in you!" He smiled brightly, and I blushed a bit. Shaking my head at him, I looked up as I hugged him. Our eyes meet as he looks down and before I could blink his lips were on mine, gentle and sweet. It was a short, cute peck, but I loved it. I flushed, looking away shyly. He hid his face in my hair, mumbling a sentence I never thought I would hear: "Let me take you on a date." He smiles softly. I was so ecstatic and I felt the same way when he took me on a date. I was on cloud 9, and still was a few months later when he finally asked me to be his girlfriend. Even though we argued, we became a power couple. I was in love, and he was my everything. I was his tiny dancer.  

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