ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

try again. [jaewin]

sicheng peeks his head through the big curtains. gulping, he realizes the amount of people tonight is way more than he imagined. he retreats and whispers comforting words to himself as he walks back to his waiting room.

all his years of dancing, sicheng's used to share. he shared the stage with other people – ten, taeyong, jisung; sometimes even performed in a large group. he often shared the spotlight with someone else. that was okay for him, less anxiety and less chances for him to fuck up.

but tonight is his very first solo performance. he's dancing... alone.

when he pushes the door open, ten's worried face is the first thing he sees. ten leaves him no chance to say anything before he drags sicheng in. in the room, there's also taeyong, donghyuck, and sicheng's loyal self-assigned assistant, mark.

sicheng opens his mouth, yet ten cuts him off again. " there you are, sicheng! I was about to ask mark to find you. we need to do your makeup, sit down. you're the star of the night, we can't have you wandering around ."

wordlessly sicheng complies and sits in front of the dressing table. when donghyuck starts working his magic on sicheng's face, ten goes on rambling, but sicheng couldn't focus on anything he said. he places his hand on his chest, feeling the throb of his heart.

tonight could either be his best or his worst.

" you're even more worried than sicheng is ." taeyong comments, chuckling. he's preparing sicheng's outfit – a beautiful black traditional hanfu with a golden eagle on the back, made out of silk. sicheng's heart beats faster seeing the extravagant clothes, but he relaxes a bit when taeyong gives him a warm smile.

" 'course I am, it's his first solo show ," ten retorts. he's pacing back and forth in the room, even when hyuck tells him to stop because it's making me dizzy. " I'm excited and I want everything to go well. you know how long he waited for this ."

" everyone wants it to go well, hyung ." mark says, matter-of-fact.

" I want it more than anyone, then ."

" the hanfu... is too exclusive ." sicheng finally speaks up. ten turns to him, looking offended.

" nonsense! it's only the best for you. you'd look like an emperor tonight; I'll make sure of that ."

sicheng shakes his head as ten talks about how well-made the hanfu is – exclusively for the star of tonight. taeyong's right. sicheng wonders if it's his show or ten's, considering how he's the most worked out one here.

hyuck beams at sicheng once he's done, admiring his hard-work. " ten hyung, it's done ."

with that, taeyong and ten stop bickering. all eyes in the room shift to sicheng, and their jaw drop just a bit, while sicheng's face flushes faint red. for someone who's been in the art industry for years he sure isn't immune to stares and attention.

" he looks like an idol ." taeyong beams. ten couldn't even speak, albeit he was blabbering for five minutes straight.

mark nods in agreement. " the makeup's very pretty, hyuck ."

" it's easy because the canvas is already pretty ." hyuck hums as he pats sicheng's shoulder. sicheng giggles, lifting some burden off his heavy heart.

" now everyone out, sicheng needs to dress ," ten claps his hand. " out !"

" we heard you the first time, geez. chill ." taeyong mumbles as the thai pushes him to the door, rolling his eyes, with hyuck following them after he bids sicheng farewell.

sicheng's still sitting on his chair and watches as they leave. when mark reaches for the door, he gets up.

" mark ," sicheng calls out and the boy stops, facing sicheng. " you did the reservation for the restaurant, right ?"