falling into you || woosan

~86~

WOOYOUNG'S POV

It was the day of the performance, and my heart was pounding. The energy backstage was electric, but I couldn't shake the nerves. This was it—the moment to show everyone what Felix and I had worked so hard on. The rest of the members were already out in the audience since we already did our group performance.

I was in the dressing room getting ready, doing last-minute checks on my outfit and makeup. I kept glancing at the clock, counting down the minutes. The door opened, and my nerves eased instantly when I saw San walk in with a huge bouquet of flowers. He always knew exactly what to do to make me feel better.

He walked over, giving me one of those warm, reassuring smiles, and placed the flowers down on the table. "For you," he said, leaning in to give me a kiss on the cheek. His touch was soft but full of confidence, and for a moment, it felt like all my anxiety melted away.

"Good luck, my love," he whispered, pulling back and giving me a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. "You've got this. I know you're going to kill it out there."

"Thank you," I whispered back, my voice a little shaky, but feeling more centered because of him. San always had that effect on me.

With one last smile, he turned to leave, making his way back to the others in the audience. I watched him go, feeling the butterflies in my stomach start to settle a little. I had to do this—not just for myself, but for everyone who came out to support me. For San.

Felix and I quickly marked through the performance one last time, making sure our timing and placement were right with the new choreography. We didn't have much time before we were called to the stage. My heart raced as we waited in the wings. I glanced at Felix, and he gave me a reassuring nod. We were in this together.

The stage crew gave us the signal.

Showtime.

As the lights dimmed and the first notes of the song filled the venue, I took a deep breath, stepped out under the blinding lights, and let muscle memory take over. It was time to show everyone what we were made of.

As the music started, I felt the rhythm seep into my body, every slow beat resonating deep within me. The stage lights warmed my skin, making the intensity of the moment feel even more real. I began the dance, moving with purpose, each step calculated and precise. It was slow at first, sensual, every movement intentional. I could feel the weight of every pair of eyes on me, but instead of making me nervous, it fueled me.

Felix was right there beside me, our chemistry undeniable. We moved in sync, our bodies flowing effortlessly together, the contrast of our styles blending into something electric. The choreography turned into something more—something sexy and bold, and I could feel the energy in the room shift. The cheers from the crowd grew louder, and with each shout of encouragement, my confidence surged.

I knew I looked good—my outfit, the makeup, everything had been perfected for this moment. But it wasn't just about how I looked. I felt the music, let it guide me, and I poured everything I had into the performance. Every twist, every turn, every sharp movement was amplified by the adrenaline pumping through me.

Felix and I danced like the stage was ours. The cheers echoed in my ears, pushing me to go even harder. This was it. I had nothing to hold back, and I didn't want to.

The performance was a success—better than I could have imagined. As soon as Felix and I hit our final pose, the cheers erupted, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Nothing went wrong, no mistakes. It was probably the best we'd ever looked together on stage, and I couldn't help but smile as we walked off, adrenaline still pumping.