Mystery Girl

Busan 13

I have nothing against dance practice- well other than the tiredness that seeps into my bones after a while- but knowing that y/n is sitting a couple of metres away from me, doing nothing but staring into the vast expanse of the sky distracts my attention quite a lot. 

She leans back on her hands, her head turned up towards the sky, the wind blowing in her hair slightly. It looks almost surreal to me like some staged action shot for a sappy romantic film. After pinching myself lightly, I conclude that this is indeed real. Somehow. 

When she glances over her shoulder casually, it catches me by surprise and I look away quickly, not wanting to be caught staring. I continue to watch her out of the corner of my eye and I love the way her features form a carefree smile as she scans us slowly. 

As her gaze reaches me, I turn to make eye contact and almost laugh at the innocent surprise conveyed through her eyes as she realises she has been caught looking at us. The eyes that had been far away a couple of seconds ago have now refocused and I take this opportunity to wave her over, wanting to hear her voice and her laugh and just be in her presence. 

Walking over, y/n's face starts to get clearer and I can start to see the light blush spread across her cheeks and the dusting of freckles that summer sun had caused. Although slightly burnt in places, y/n has also picked up a light tan and I let my eyes wander over her sleeveless arms that sway by her side as she walks. 

This concludes in me watching the way her hips move as she walks and I know that I will have to once again distract myself from these silly tendencies to let my thoughts drift away from my conscious mind. In order to do so, I skip over to y/n, deciding that if I act over-energetic and childish, I will be able to knock myself out of my current state of mind.

Informing y/n that we were allowed to practice dance together for a short while is even more satisfactory than I imagined it would be. Her eyes widened adorably and her smile stretches across her face instantly. The warmth radiating from her eyes makes me feel as though I am going to melt, an ice-cream in the glare of the sun.

I place my hands on my shoulders, mostly to steady myself, but then realise my mistake as y/n doesn't shrug me off and instead lets me feel the slim shape of her shoulders and the way they rise and fall minimally under my fingers as she breathes. 

Teaching y/n the routine to Idol proves to be difficult when I am distracted every two seconds by the way her face looks when she is concentrated and the way her movements are so different to the original choreography. Despite the sharpness of the movements and the intensity of the music, y/n adds a gentle touch to the dance. 

I blame it on the fact that she is a beginner and so can't hit the beats and the movements as sharply as an experienced dancer. The gentleness of the movements isn't bad, in fact, I find it endearing how she has turned such aggressive movements into something so soft looking. 

Y/n dances behind me to follow, so unfortunately I am not able to watch her as we dance to the music, but I can hear her breathing behind me and listen to the way her feet make sounds on the floor of the stage in time to the music as she dances. 

As the dance comes to end, I glance behind me momentarily, smiling at the dark red flush that has overcome y/n's cheeks. The music stops finally and y/n flops to the ground spread out like a starfish, her chest rising up and down dramatically with each intake of breath. 

I clamber to my feet from the sitting position the end of the dance has left me in. Stumbling slightly, I walk over to y/n and look down at her, amused. Other than the heat radiating off her, I can feel the way her eyes bore into mine, daring me to say something. 

Instead of making a snide remark or something of that sort, I double over laughing, her expression enough to send me over the edge. Beyond my tears, I can see y/n roll her eyes, still attempting to catch her breath properly. 

Before long, y/n pushes herself up, trying to get to her feet despite her eyes still being scrunched up as her body tries to recover. Without even thinking, my hand is out held, waiting to lift y/n to her feet. 

Y/n looks mildly surprised to find my hand in front of her face, but takes it gratefully nonetheless, letting me pull her to her feet swiftly. Once standing, she stretches her arms out like a toddler does when they wake up from naptime. The thought dances around my brain and I shake it off, a small smirk lifting the corners of my lips up. 

Before I know what I am doing, I have wrapped my arms around y/n, breathing in her scent and basking in the heat she is emitting from her body. I can feel her tense under me for a second or two before melting into my embrace. All of a sudden the need to be close to her like this all the time overwhelms me, the way I am pressing my face into the crook of her neck feeling so right.

Somewhere beyond all this pent-up longing within me, I remember we are standing in the middle of a stage, the members and a team of staff watching us hug each other and the moment no longer feels like the private paradise it had just been.

I pull away, regretting every movement that pulls me farther away from her touch but also knowing that this is the way it has to be right now.

Hobi's POV

Jealous was an understatement. However, my ridiculous feelings of rivalry are not needed at this moment, rehearsal is what is important. As always. Practice makes perfect and that is what I am aiming for. We aren't famous and rich for no reason. Well, I like to think it wasn't all luck that brought us here and that it was also our dedication, but of course, everyone second-guesses themselves sometimes.

When lunch rolls around, I make sure to sit next to y/n, gathering the courage within me to finally ask her if she wants to dance with me. Phrased like that it sounds as though I am asking her to prom or something like that and the thought makes me blush involuntarily. 

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Author's Note

Oops, not a lot of plot progression again, please bear with I am making it *spicy* soon I assure you (oop just realised that sounds suggestive- lemme tell you rn this fanfic is PG 13 lol). Anyway thanks for reading, vote and comment if you wish and I love you guys 💜