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K. YS - The Virtual Date

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The Nutcracker Ballet Suite: "Pas de Deux"

KANG YEOSANG

THE VIRTUAL DATE

Dark aura settled around the neighbourhood at twilight but the young developer didn't call it a day. Fussing around, he walks through a mess of scrunched papers and sticky notes thinking deeply. His prominent brows frown as he shrugs, failing to find a way around. He has been hooked on building the perfect virtual environment for his date later this week.

"Ya Yeosang!" A tall boy enters the door calling for the supposed craftsman focused on the screen in front of him. He just hums calmy in response. "Eat something! You look like a walking stick." The taller one begs the other. "I'll eat later, Seokmin. You can leave." Yeosang responds coldly paying no attention to his persuading. He places the food on the table and slams a note beside it.

"You'll understand if you are dating a perfectionist, Seokmin-aa. Life's hard......and she makes it harder" Yeosang huffs tightening a screw. He has been adding additional hardware to the VR headset to make it more realistic. It taps into your brain, emitting impulses to create an interactive environment.

"Min-a! Can you deliver a package for me?" Yeosang shouts still focused on the headset.

"Do I look like a postman? Do it yourself!" Seokmin yells from the living room. He doesn't like being disturbed while watching his favourite tv show.

·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

The boy scurries down his lane to y/n place. This was the perfect time to deliver the package since during these hours she's at a part-time job. Hopping down the bus, he looks up at the apartment. It is huge.

Yeosang enters the building and gives the package to the security guard. He knew him well as the boy frequently came by. He returns home worried, chirping and biting his nails, worrying if she fails to like the present. At the same time, he hopes she understands that he tried his best.

Yeosang's phone rings and lights up with a familiar caller id. "Oh, hello y/n! How are you?" his voice trembles. "Did you leave the package?" "Ye-yeah. I did. It-it's a present for you." He utters without thinking. "Thank you. I'll call you later." Her voice was empty and straight. It held no emotion. Yeosang was terrified on the other side.

Y/n unpacks the box in her arms after she enters the apartment. Throwing it on the bed, she tears open the box, surprised at the contents inside it. "I swear this boy never rests. What was the need to do this?" she says unwrapping the VR headset. A note falls of it. She picks it up and starts reading.

'Dear Y/n,

It's our 1st anniversary today but I'm sorry that we couldn't celebrate it, the way you wanted to. I'm sorry I couldn't take you to Disney land. Instead, I planned something special. Check out the headset. There is a special world waiting for your arrival.'

A tear slips off of her left eye. She wipes it before calling her beloved boyfriend. He gladly picks up on the first ring. "Do you like it?" he sounds concerned. "I love it. Thankyou Sangie." Y/n smile as tears brims down her face.

"Now put on the headset" she does as he says before everything goes silent.

"I've switched it on. Wait- where am I?" y/n asks confused amongst the exquisite surrounding.

"Welcome to the Hall of Mirrors at the Palace of Versailles. Beautiful isn't it?" A voice echoes through the hall.

"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." The view was splendid and so was her ball gown made with the finest silk, the blue fabric bedazzled with polished pearls.

Her eyes dart across the room from its painted compositions on the vaulted ceiling to the mirrors bedecking the arches opposite the windows and the red limestone pilasters topped with capitals of gilded bronze as she gets mesmerised by the beauty of the hall.

"More than me?"

"Oh, shut up!"

Someone taps her shoulder and surprisingly she could feel it. Upon turning around, she discovers Yeosang dressed in a black suit, the dazzling diamonds adorning his jacket and his golden hair styled into perfection.

"Evening, my lady." He bows kissing her hand. "I didn't know you could do wonders." her eyes still hooked upon the illustrations. "Anything for my lady."

"Will you dance with me, my lady?" Yeosang suggests slipping his hand around her waist. "It will be my pleasure, Sir." She says elegantly, trying her best not to laugh at the moment but a giggle slips out.

A familiar rhythm rings in y/n ears as she looks for its source. "Tchaikovsky?" "Only your favourite pieces tonight, madam." Before she gets to speak another sentence, Yeosang cuts her off. He places his index finger upon her lips. Their bodies sway along the music flowing in through the hall and into their ears. 

Your grace amazes me

One step for every moment

As you dance like God would if he wanted to

Longing for you to stretch your hands out

Just to take me with you

As you tiptoe like you've got a secret

Tucked in the hallelujah of your hands

Wondering if where your feet take you

Will ever be where I am

As I stand and wait for the one

Who carries intention with the truth?

Married to the hope of dancing the night away

Buried by the rope that beckons my feet to stay

But as you come closer, we begin to move

As rigid fades into smooth

Of all the places I could be

I'm content to dance with you

As we sway in silence to hear God speak

Making weak the walls of solitude

Stealing the stares of the multitudes

Breaking the binds of the misconstrued

I've taken steps but none the way we do

As we walk into the world these moments make

If you never wanted to leave on time

I'd always be late

Content to breathe in the grace your moves exude

With you, I'd dance the night away

Along with the rest of my days too