Step into the tangled web of high school drama where Park Jimin, who was secretly known as Loverboy, runs an online service aiming at aiding students with their crushes.
Amidst the whispers and rumours, you, the enigmatic popular girl, hide a secre...
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Clasping your bag, you stood in front of the room you always practised dancing after school was done.
Dance?
It's the most graceful thing, the most fascinating thing that made you fortunate enough to learn it, yet, you chose to betray it for the love of your life.
Why did it hurt when you were doing it for yourself?
Going into the same club as your crush Jungkook was the first thing you did for yourself without caring about anybody else and even that hurt you, if that was how you were to see Jungkook you had no choice.
Although loverboy was speaking about somebody else, his words got you.
Didn't you do the same as his crush did?
She must've had her reasons for not being in the club, most likely meaningful reasons. Whereas, you just walked away from it because of a guy you crushed for eight years. You weren't ignoring it completely but you had the chance to learn it completely under training.
Yeah, you started dancing a year ago but the bond you felt with it felt like years and years.
But what made you have interested in dance?
Smiling to yourself, you go back to the memory of you falling in love at first sight with dance.
It was sunset time, that day you waited to see Jungkook's football match after school. He plays football too? He's an all-rounder, for fuck sake. Oh yeah, so coming back to the topic. The corridor was empty and the only voice echoing around was your clanking heels until you heard a song playing from somewhere around.
Curious, you went to look at what was going on and what you saw made you stop at your tracks.
It was dark, the sun's reflection through the closed curtains was the only lightening in the room. There was a silhouette figure dancing heavenly on the song that had lyrics like,
I'm a brand new filter that you've never seen before
Entrust yourself to me To see more thrilling things, pick your filter
Contain only me
You were astounded by the song and his dance, It was his feet that moved delicately, his hands that created enchantment, his body swaying like water. You weren't just watching, you were sensing it all. The energy you felt that day was beyond significant.
You've never felt this way, you couldn't remove your eyes off him, it was as if your feet weren't allowing you to move past the vision present in front, none of it felt real even though it was happening right in front of your eyes.
It was as if you fell in love.
Oh, how bad you wanted those hands of him to take you along to his world, his world of pleasure. It was the most beautiful thing you ever witnessed ever in your life.
His white transparent outfit almost made him look like an angel fallen from heaven. His body language craved you to him, you wanted to know him, although his face was not in the vision you got lucky enough to glance at the nevermind tattoo on his body.
Those two things were the only thing you recollected from that day, 1. Those song lyrics and 2. His tattoo.
He created undefinable chaos in you. That guy had the power to make you forget about Jungkook entirely that day. He was as too real to be true, there wasn't a single day you forgot about him while you danced. He was the little secret that brought dance to you.
You started to learn it, yes, it was hard at first, you needed a lot of rehearsal but whenever you thought back about that day you could just not give up.
You wanted to become like him, refined like him, fascinating like him, flickering like him, you just wanted to be like him.
Don't misunderstand, you didn't love him, you fell in love with his dancing, Jungkook was still in your mind. But if one day he was to perform or dance with you, you weren't sure about liking Jungkook anymore.
It wasn't like you didn't try to find out about him, you stopped by that place you saw him for the first time each sunset but that was the only day you got fortuitous enough to see him.
And just like any day, you stood today at the same place, same moment and as usual, you didn't see him today too.
Chuckling, you finally get in the room that had the same curtains, same sunset and the same floor he danced on.
You wore slit pants and a tennis bra, since there was no one around, you were comfortable wearing it, well you didn't care even if anybody saw you like this though.
But... you would care if you knew, the guy who you saw here for the first time, who you couldn't stop thinking about, who was your idol, who taught you how love felt like, came day-to-day to watch you dance.
Only if you realized that he has fallen in love with your dancing too...
