𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧. [𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐮]

12 | second arabesque

seungjin ~

i finished in my end pose and the music stopped. heeseung clapped with a slight smile across his face.

letting out a deep sigh, i collapse into a sweaty pile on the floor looking up at the ceiling.

i turn my head towards him where he's sitting at the front of the mirror. "how did i do?"

"it was flawless. seriously that number really suits you." he beamed.

i glare at him wide eyed before letting out a chuckle and sit up so i face him.

"no! c'mon okay seriously." i exclaim leaning on both my hands. 

 "what could i have worked on? i want your critiques and unbiased opinion of how i danced." 

"okay, okay. i'm just skimming through the whole routine in my head quickly." heeseung nodded as his eyes drifted deep into thought. 

i stand back up in the center of studio and wait for him to give me some commentary. 

"can you stand in second arabesque for me?" he asked me while walking over towards me. 

while i'm standing in the position, he looks directly at me and with a sincere look on his face. "the only thing you're lacking in, is confidence."

he reaches both his arms out and places each one on my shoulders. "relax your shoulders. you're way too tense whenever you lift your arms." 

then, he walks over close to my left side, facing the same direction i am standing in. 

"your legs are definitely strong enough and your grand jetés clearly show your flexibility so square your hips a little more so you can lift them higher" 

he snaked his right hand on the right side of my waist and did the same with his left, turning me ever so slightly. 

i squirm and start giggling. because i'm laughing so hard, i wobble out of second arabesque and almost fall when all of a sudden, heeseung's hands are both wrapped around my waist and i'm spun around facing him. 

"what's wrong? are you okay? you almost fell you know. you should be more careful." he asks me, eyes wide and deeply concerned.

i let both of my hands off my face and try to catch my breath. goddamn what an idiot. who starts laughing outta nowhere while marking a dance? apparently me. but i gotta seize the moment here. this boy looks absolutely adorable all concerned for me. 

"i'm sorry. oh my gosh." letting out the last of my laughs, i shake my head at the ground before meeting him at eye level. 

with his hands still around my waist, i put my hands on his shoulders and tippy-toe up to kiss his right cheek. 

"i forgot to mention that i'm most ticklish around my waist. you can let go of me now." i whisper into his ear.

"what if i don't want to?" he asked quietly, tilting his head slightly to the left. there's a different look on his face this time. it's a look of complete fondness and affection. 

"what?" i blurt out baffled at his suggestion. the heat across my cheeks slowly spreads and i look at him completely surprised. 

oh my god... what is happening. maybe i shouldn't have opted for the kiss?

AHHHHDKFSDFJK. I SPENT A WHOLE TWO DAYS ENVISIONING THIS CHAPTER. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT 🥺  I WILL BE WORKING HARD TO BRING YOU SOME MORE SOON. THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR CONTINUING TO READ THIS! ILY!!