13 Dances (A Seventeen Fanfiction)

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I entered the ballroom before really grasping I was about to watch a new memory. My dance partner strolled in and I started grinning from ear to ear. It was interesting to not hear a witty saying from him for once and I realized how much I was used to them. I kinda missed it. But before I really could think about it, the dance started and I watched the golden memories pass by. Which out of our uncountable memories would be the one I was getting shown today?

We watched my sister discussing the very last details for the wedding cake. I sat next to her soon-to-be-husband and unintentionally sighed. He looked at me surprised. "Can't believe she's getting married", I confessed. He laughed. "Oh well, me neither", he winked at me and I grinned. "At least you could prepare a bit for it – You proposed", I gave back. He shrugged. "When is one really ready for something this big?", he then thought out loud. He might be right, I thought to myself.

Yet, here was my sister already getting married while all I could offer were some ex-boyfriends. My relatives were starting to speculate if I would end up single until the end of my days or if I was too picky and I couldn't take their guesses anymore. That's why I escaped and came along to the wedding cake appointment for "mental support". Maybe I wanted to prevent believing my aunts and uncles as well. However, neither bride nor groom were opposing me coming along. They seemed to understand that I needed to get away for a bit. I leaned against my future brother-in-law, dozing off.

"Isn't she beautiful?", he suddenly asked me. "Hmm?", I asked sleepily. He chuckled and pointed to my sister. "She looks so cute when she is concentrating", he explained, "The scrunched nose and the critical look. It's endearing. Although I often thought she was mad at first." I chuckled: "I get why. But she does look quite different when mad." "How come she is beautiful even when she's mad though?" "Urgh, Mr. soon-to-be-husband, you really are on cloud nine, huh? Mind you, I can't judge how beautiful my sister is in a man's eyes." He grinned at me shortly before turning back to watch her.

"She is a beauty", he then mumbled to himself, "Inside and out. She might have her flaws and bad moods, but that is fine. She has a heart of gold. She is kind, she is polite, but she also knows what she wants and is not shy to speak up against injustice. The way her eyes shine when she smiles and how she looks at me makes me feel at home, it makes me feel understood, seen and loved. She would never miss out on supporting me. Not only when I complain to her about anything that happened, she can also see whenever I need it even when I don't say it out loud. She's supporting even my stupidest decision. After scolding me for being stupid, that is. But she is always beside me. And oh, how she bakes! She doesn't necessarily likes doing it, but she does it to make me happy and that is so precious. Indeed, it is."

He chuckled shortly before continuing: "It might sound stupid but as she once surprised me with my favourite cake after a long day of work just because she knew I'd be exhausted and she had time to bake, I looked at her and knew that I would be so stupid if I would ever let her go. Well, and suddenly I knew I had to propose. Because of a cake. Isn't that so weird?" He laughed awkwardly, but I shook my head. "It's the small things that count", I said and he nodded. Then I grinned and added: "Keep what you just said for your vow. It was a good speech." He chuckled and promised to do so.

"Jeonghan, darling?", my sister called her fiancé and he jolted up immediately. I had still been leaning on him and therefore almost fell from my chair. He apologized himself laughing before hurrying away. I grinned at him and watched how he went to my sister, pulling her into a side hug. And while I watched the two of them talk about my sister's wishes for the cake, I realized how they looked at each other. Their gazes were full of respect, joy and love. I had to smile. "We'll do it exactly how my princess wishes", I heard Jeonghan decide and she grinned at him so brightly like I barely saw her before. The last time probably was when she got that book for Christmas she had wished for as a kid. Oh, how beautiful she would look in her dress. I had already seen it and I was sure Jeonghan would be blown away by it. My sister now leaned onto him, resting her head against his shoulder. They looked good together. And they were good for each other. I wished them all the best from the bottom of my heart. But I wasn't concerned about them. They found true love, I was sure of it.

After the ninth dance I learned that love means loving, appreciating and doing small acts of kindness.