Dive into "Rewrite the Rules," a heartwarming story captures the magic of K-dramas with a sweet romance that will leave you swooning.
Three years. Three long years of waiting. Military duties over. Daydreams fueled by old music videos and dance prac...
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"Elvis, huh.? Suspicious Minds by Elvis?" I teased, unable to resist a playful jab. "Does this song have some deeper meaning for you?"
He feigned a dramatic sigh, a hint of mock seriousness coloring his voice. "Relationships? Just a recipe for trouble. Besides, isn't it the most iconic Las Vegas song ever?"
"Maybe, but here's a thought – stop dating jerks. Problem solved. Right person, right place." The words tumbled out before I could stop them, a touch harsher than I intended.
The corner of his mouth twitched a silent acknowledgment of my point. He chuckled softly, the sound warm and inviting. "You know what you might be onto something there."
As the familiar melody of Suspicious Minds filled the diner, a jolt of electricity seemed to crackle through the air.
The waitress, who had been refilling coffee at a nearby booth, froze mid-pour. Then, with a joyous yelp, she belted out the opening line singing at the top of her lungs:
"We're caught in a trap, I can't walk out..."
The transformation was instantaneous. A cook emerged from the kitchen, a spatula clutched in one hand, and launched into a surprisingly convincing rendition of Elvis' iconic dance moves – a charismatic combination of energetic hip gyrations, fluid leg kicks, and rhythmic footwork.
"Because I love you too much, baby, why can't you see"
"What... the... heck?" Namjoon exclaimed, his voice barely audible over the growing symphony of voices.
His eyes darted to me, searching for an explanation, and I met his gaze with a grin. This, I thought, was the real Las Vegas – a place where strangers became friends, inhibitions were shed, and the music brought everyone together. And somehow, I'd managed to drag Namjoon, the K-Pop idol, right into the middle of it.
Across the room, a young couple in a corner booth stared in bewildered fascination. Namjoon's expression mirrored theirs – a mixture of amusement and disbelief.
Just then, another customer, a burly trucker with a handlebar mustache, leaped to his feet and joined the chorus, his booming voice adding a new layer of depth to the impromptu performance.
"What you're doing to me, When you don't believe a word I say?"
The infectious energy crackled through the air, a vibrant current that pulsed with every booming voice and enthusiastic dance move. Patrons, young and old, cast aside their inhibitions, their faces alight with pure, unadulterated joy as they joined the singing of the impromptu performance. The air thrummed with the collective melody, a chaotic symphony of off-key voices singing along and enthusiastic movement.
I felt a familiar tug at my core, the irresistible pull of the music demanding participation. With a grin stretching across my face, I rose from the booth, the worn red vinyl releasing me with a slight sigh.
