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41. EXO Lay - Dolce

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"Dance was the first thing you had fallen for and Zhang Yixing was the second."

Genre: Angst, & Fluff | friends-to-lovers!AU, dancer!au, Requested.

♫First installment of my OYA request gifts♫

Anonymous said: hello! could I please request friends-to-lovers!au with Yixing of EXO with a little bit of angst but overall happy ending? and smut is always appreciated, if it fits with the flow of the story :) thank you so much! take your time and take care of yourself :)

Pairing: layXreader

Word Count: 7.3k

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No matter how many stars there seemed to be filling the night sky on a given night, they didn't shine so brightly to you. Everything in your life lately had been dull. While most people had changes and revelations that painted their life with color, you were almost stuck in a world of black and white lately.

There weren't many things that defined you from others and in fact, you didn't find yourself the slightest bit interesting. You even got bored when you talked. It wasn't that you didn't want goals and ambitions because you did but after having an accident and rendering you a complete failure at the one thing you loved, you had given up.

Well, maybe you hadn't only loved one thing.

Dance was the first thing you had fallen for and Zhang Yixing was the second.

It was a hot day. The hair that was perfectly gelled up into a bun was sticky and damp with sweat. Your black shoes were covered with a slight dust from the dirt you kicked up when you stepped out of the car. You knew from the outside, you looked like a mess. A thirteen-year-old with the appearance of a toddler.

You had been in the dance world for some time – having started at the young age of two or three and you loved it. If there was music, you found a way to move to the beat even if you weren't quite sure how to follow the beat at first. For your first ten years, you had the same teacher. A bright-eyed and young mother herself. She was gentle but firm. She taught you not only the passion for what you did now but the technique behind it. You had never imagined leaving her dance classes but when she lost a battle with cancer last summer, you knew that you couldn't give up your love for dance.

"The music is in you Y/N, it will follow you no matter where you go. You don't need me for that," she insisted whenever you lacked confidence in your own abilities.

Now here you were, in front of a new dance studio with dirt covered shoes and the remains of tears on your cheeks as you cried in the car as you thought of your late dance teacher.

Your mother pressed one of her hands t7o your cheek and you looked up at her. "You can do it. She would want you to do it."

The tears welled in your eyes again. Your late instructor was more than just that. She was another mother figure and even a father figure for the one you lacked. Often times she joined your mother for your school events so you wouldn't be one of the only kids with only one parent showing up.

"Be strong," she said gently. "Once you begin dancing again, it will be as if she never left you."

Once your mom released you, you dusted off your shoes and she used a towelette to wipe your face.

"I am so proud of you for starting new," she said encouraging you as the two of you walked into the studio.

How could you not? Dance was all you loved.