The Secret Admirer

Part 24

"Okay!" you placed your hand in his, gladly accepting the offer, feeling slightly special at the selection.

The dancer brought you to the center of the crowd while the crowd cheered on. He took both of your tiny hands in his large ones as he started dancing. The music was going fast and the rhythm was rapid. Since he was the last one to re-enter the circle, the beats were running away and to catch up, he quickly placed his one hand on your slim waist while the other held your hand. And he moved gracefully. Like a gazelle. Back and forth, you both swayed as the tempo picked up pace.

You looked towards the audience where Yoongi stood, cheering on you. But for some reason, not happily. He waved at you, spreading a sunshine smile across your face. You had become so busy waving at Yoongi that you missed a step and stumbled, only to be caught by the dancer.

"Woah, careful there," he leaned in to hold your stumbled figure. And that's when your eyes fell on his face, only to find his eyes deeply engrossed over yours. You looked away in a flash, uncomfortable. But his eyes were glued to your face, not caring about your discomfort.

Next, the boy twirled you around, this time faster. You almost bumped into his chest, but maintained your balance. You danced carefully, now damn sure that he was trying to be nasty. And your belief came true when you felt his hand, which was wrapped around your waist, slowly slide down your lower back. Fury engulfed you and without any delay you shrugged his hand off your waist.
"Sorry, but I cannot dance with you," you started moving away but were pulled back by him.
"Please stay for some time. The dance is almost over and besides, if you leave the show will be ruined," he said in an annoyingly sweet tone, which made you want to punch him in the face.

No, not now Y/n. You're grounded. On top of that, you've sneaked out of the house. Uh, I cannot create a scene at a public place. There are too many people and there might be someone who'll recognize me. It's a risk. A big one.

"Fine," you said and continued dancing. But way more cautious this time; ready to run if he did something like that again.
But no, he didn't try any of his tricks. Nothing except dance moves. For the final dance move he pulled you closer and leaned forward, arching your back backwards; holding your waist tightly in mid air while your grip around his shoulders tightened in fear.

I've had enough of it now.

"Don't be scared," he whispered, his face so close that you were almost breathing into each other's breaths.

This man's a creep. I've got to escape.

He pulled back from the pose, holding your hand and bowed before the audience with the other dancers. The audience cheered wildly and then after the thanking was done, started dispersing away.

You left his hand to walk away, but the boy caught it again, brought it to his face and gently kissed it.
"Thank you for dancing," he said.
"What the heck!!" you tried to yank your hand out of his grip but failed.
"If you don't mind, which I know you wouldn't, will you give me your number?" he asked.

How can he decide that without my consent!!??

Blood rushed up your cheeks as you were going mad with anger. But you knew you couldn't act so blindly. Not when he was the stronger one.
He came closer to you and grazed his fingers on your forearm, making you tense with discomfort.
"Yah, just give in now, will you?"

"TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF MY GIRL,"you heard Yoongi thunder behind you.

Yoongi! I forgot he existed here!!