Curly [a Kpop Fanfiction]

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Samantha's POV

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The Boyz left not too long after I introduced them to the guys. After sending them off, the Stray Kids boys dispersed throughout the house, most likely to their respective rooms. I made my way into the kitchen for some juice and saw Chan in the kitchen on his phone.

  "Hey Chan, can I talk to you for a second?" I asked interrupting whatever he was doing. He looked at me and nodded.

"Sure." His accent left only a faint 'r' sound, making me smile. "What's up?" I exhaled before speaking.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. You know, about before. Yelling at you and all that. I know you had my best interest at heart. I was PMSing but I didn't know until earlier, which kind of explains my behavior these past few days. But with all of that said, I'm glad I got this tattoo and I don't regret it." I explained quickly rambling on, but Chan just broke into a smile and snickered.

"Samantha I know. Don't worry about it. You're going through a lot, I shouldn't dictate your coping mechanisms. Plus your tattoo looks cool!" I smiled at the compliment.

"Thanks. And sorry again." I responded, grabbing a soda from the fridge, then returning to the table with Chan. "What are you doing?" I inquired.

"Oh just watching dance videos." I gasped.

"My favorite pastime." I scooted closer and peeked over his phone. Close by Nick Jonas drifted from the speakers. I saw a man and woman doing interpretive dancing which caught my attention. I got up and sat next to him to get a better view of the video. I smiled admiring the emotion I felt just by watching them. Then the dance began to get a little bit suggestive. I sat back from the phone, looking to Chan who was already glancing my way.

"Chan!" I exclaimed. He stirred as if I'd awoken him from a trance.

"Huh?" I questioned.

"You didn't tell me this was PG-13. They're grinding on each other and stuff. Too much for my virgin eyes." He let out a hearty laugh, with his eyes disappearing into little crescents. I took the time to admire my friend. I took my finger and poked him in his dimple. He grabbed my hand abruptly ceasing his cackle. 

"And just how virgin are they?" He dropped his voice to a whisper, leaning into me. I froze in place as he continued closing in on me. My heartbeat accelerated in my chest, when his eyes flicked from my eyes to my lips.

"Chan hyung!" Seungmin yelled from the foyer as he sounded like he was approaching the kitchen. Chan jumped backward, releasing my hand, looking shocked as if he couldn't believe what he was doing. I grabbed his phone and replayed the video when Seungmin come in.

"Hyung- Oh, hi Samantha." I waved as he redirected his attention to Chan. I could hear his conversation slowly coming to an end and I didn't want to be left alone with Chan again. I'm not sure I could take the tension. Pulling out my phone, I pulled up the video on my phone and placed his phone back on the table. When Seungmin turned to leave, I stood up to make my escape.

"Where are you going?" Chan asked, grabbing my arm, his eyes begging me to stay. No, I won't give in to temptation.

"I'm gonna go learn this dance." I answered, inconspicuously speed-walking out the door. I went upstairs to change my clothes (and let my cat out), then continued to my exercise room. No one else was here so I hooked up my phone to the speakers and replayed the video over and over, trying to mimic the moves.