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Genre: Cute
Setting: Dance Recital
Person: Junior
Season: Winter
Plot: At the beginning of the year, I send a fan letter to Junior with tickets for him and the boys to my dance recital inviting them to come but then I don't think they will go but they do and Junior congrats me and then he asks me out and then happily ever after❤️❤️❤️
Word Count: 1,423
Requested by: swaggerdance20
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Before I knew it, my hands were slipping the envelope through the mail compartment. My hands were shaking and my palms were sweaty, which made it all the more difficult to keep the envelop in my hand. It was gone. Gone and there was no way I could get it back, especially since the mailman was already here to pick up the ongoing mail. My heartbeat quickened the farther the mail truck drove away, before it was no longer in sight.
"(Y/N), yoohoo!" My friend snapped in front of my face, taking me away from my thought.
"Huh? What'd you say (Y/F/N)" I asked, my eyebrow quirked.
She rolled her eyes at my lack of focus and I couldn't really blame her. I played the day in my mind over and over and the thought of what I had done 360 days ago, still haunts me. We hugged our coats closely, to keep from being destroyed by the winter air. It was said to snow tonight, but with our town, the weather is pretty unpredictable. (Y/N) and I entered our studio and headed towards the locker room. I sighed loudly and slightly banged my head against my locker, not caring who was staring at me.
"Come on, (Y/N)," my friend pleated, sitting me down on the bench. "You sent them the tickets like January. What's the problem?"
I gave her the 'Are you kidding me?' look and she threw her hands up in defense.
"The problem is I shouldn't have listened to you and sent them in the first place," I huffed. "I mean, what are the odds of them coming in the first place. They probably have better things to do anyways."
"Hey, You never know. But isn't it good if they don't come? You'll be less nervous dancing in front of a crowd. Imagine if your bia-- excuse me, imagine if the love of your life showed up and you made a complete fool of yourself?"
I blushed madly. "I-i never said he was the 'Love of my life'"
She stood up and fixed her performance outfit. "You didn't have to. A friend knows. Now come on, the show is about to start."
I nodded my head and took off my jacket, revealing my dance performance ensemble. It hugged my body, which made it look even better as I danced. Usually I dance with the JV dance crew, but this year, our director asked me personally to prepare a solo. Unfortunately , the solo was for another dancer.
At first , I was bummed that I wasn't chosen. But then, I realized that she asked me , out of everyone else, she asked me to prepare a dance number for the other dancer. I'm not sure whether I would call it a coincidence, Karma, or Luck, but the dancer got last minute cold feet , which meant I had to dance.
Our instructor even watched me practice the dance and said she should've chosen me to dance instead. I had been working extra hard to perfect this dance, especially if he would be here.
"Okay, places everyone, places!" The director of the showcase called out.
I let out a deep breath and ran where the other dancers were gathered. I could feel my heart getting ready to jump out of my chest. This must be what the adrenaline of performing alone felt like.
"I can't do this." I repeated to myself, as I watched the other dancers go out there.
"I should be dancing with a team, not by myself." I shrieked, getting more and more nervous as I watched the crowd, which seemed to grow and grow before my eyes.
"I'm gonna make a fool of myself!"
My dance mates must've noticed my discomfort. They began crowding around me, giving me supportive hugs and saying words of encouragement.
"You'll do great!"
"Yea, you're an amazing dancer."
"Just picture everyone in the audience in their as hamsters in their underwear."
We giggled at our friend's attempt to make me ease my nervousness, which for a second worked, but it vanished as soon as my name was called.
I gulped loudly and slowly made my way to the stage. I cued the DJ and the song started. My heart seemed to be having a fight inside me, trying to escape as I moved about the stage. I glanced at the audience every now and then, but to my dismay, no Junior.
"What'd you expect?" I thought to myself. "He's a celebrity who probably just thinks I'm a crazy fan."
Nonetheless, I kept dancing. I hears the door open, but I didn't pay attention, trying to stay focused on my art. The song was coming to an end and I glanced one last time at the audience, almost losing balance at the sight for sore eyes.
Mark, Jackson, Jaebum, Youngjae, Bambam and Yugyeom were seated in the first row, staring at me with the brightest smiles. A blush crept up in my cheeks as I finished the dance, not daring the look at the last seat next to the giant maknae.
I gulped and slowly glanced in the direction of the reason to why I had been freaking out all day. The reason for my uncontrollable squealing and the reason for my non stop fangirling. Jinyoung. There sat, smiling brighter than the rest of the crowd, the crinkles near his eyes visible, making my heart flutter.
I breathed heavily as the crowd stood up and cheered, but I didn't care. All that mattered was that he was here and he knew who I was.
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I clutched the bouquet close to me, afraid of letting Go.
"W-what are you doing here?" I asked.
He smiled brightly and took my hands in his, causing the earlier heart problems to come back.
"You invited me, didn't you?" He chuckled and eyebrow raised.
My blush deepened. "I-i didn't think you'd show up." I spoke truthfully.
He chuckled again. "We've been working extra hard all year, so that we could make it tonight. I'm glad I got to see you perform in person. You're even more beautiful than on the screen."
It turns out that Junior had been keeping up with my dance videos, which the studio posts on YouTube. I was flattered, beyond flattered even that he even gave a me a second glance, let alone watched me dance.
"You were amazing tonight." He brushed a strand of hair from my face.
I stared at the ground, afraid of embarrassing myself even more. I'd be more than capable of doing that, especially the way he looked at me.
"T-thank you , Junior." I whispered , barely audible.
He smiled and lifted up my chin with his finger.
"Please, call me Jinyoung, beautiful."
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. "O-okay. J-jinyoung." I stuttered, unable to fathom a coherent thought.
He laughed his melodious laugh and in an instant, his coat was placed in me. I furrowed my brows and looks up at him.
"How about a date, with me, right now?" He asked, biting his lip in anticipation.
I smiled brightly, blushing obviously, and nodded my head. He gasped, his eyes practically popping out of his head as he took my hand in his.
"I would love to, Jun--I mean, Jinyoung." I giggled slightly, causing his eyes to twinkle.
"Come on beautiful (Y/N), I know the perfect place." He lead me happily into the winter night.
And for once that night, I wasn't afraid to speak.
"And that, my dear children is how (Your Ship Name) came to be." I told my squealing children.
I smiled at their bright smiles, the same eye crinkle visible when they did. I missed their heads and turned off the lights.
"Goodnight , my angels." I whispered as they fell asleep.
A gasp escaped my lips as someone wrapped their arms around my waist.
"Ah, Jinyoung. You scared me." I giggled, playfully hitting him.
He gently kissed my neck. "Sorry, Jagi. I was gonna come in before, but I wanted to hear you tell them how we met, again." He chuckled.
I smiled and turned around, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"How did the story end again? I mean for the couple." He smirked, causing me to roll my eyes.
"Hmmm, I think they lived happily ever after." I whispered before placing my lips on my husband's , not hiding the happiness I felt when I was with him.
And to think, all this happened because I sent him those tickets.
~ PastelYug