Soft spot

Ballet

One afternoon, as they lounged together in the garden, Daisy turned to Minho, a contemplative look on her face. The sun filtered through the leaves above, casting dappled patterns on the grass.

"Minho," she began hesitantly, "there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

He turned his full attention to her, intrigued. "What is it, love?"

Daisy bit her lip, a mix of excitement and nervousness dancing in her eyes. "Two months ago, I... I skipped my ballet lessons."

Minho raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Ballet? I didn't know you danced."

A faint blush crept across her cheeks as she continued. "I used to love it, but I stopped after I sprained my ankle during practice... well, my uncle was teaching me. I think I was just embarrassed, but now I want to return. I miss it."

Minho watched her with rapt attention, his heart swelling at the thought of her passion. "You danced?" He could hardly believe it. "Why didn't you ever mention it before?"

Daisy shrugged, her gaze drifting to the ground as she gathered her thoughts. "I guess I didn't think it mattered. But now that I'm better, I want to get back to it. It was always something that made me feel alive."

A smile spread across Minho's face, illuminating his features. "Then we'll make that happen. You should do what makes you happy, Daisy."

"Really?" she asked, her eyes wide with hope.

"Absolutely," he assured her, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "I'll even be your biggest fan. Just imagine it: me in the audience, cheering you on."

Daisy laughed, her heart lifting at the thought. "You might be the only one there!"

"Not a chance," he said, his voice teasing but filled with sincerity. "I'll gather everyone to come and support you. You deserve to shine."

Her smile widened, and for the first time in weeks, she felt a flutter of excitement at the prospect of returning to something she loved. "Thank you, Minho. You really mean it?"

"Of course," he said softly, leaning closer. "You're not just my sunshine; you're a star in your own right. I want to see you dance again."

With Minho's encouragement and support, Daisy felt a newfound determination blossoming within her. She would reclaim her passion for ballet, and with him by her side, she knew she could conquer any fear or hesitation that held her back.

The next day, Daisy awoke with a mix of excitement and nerves fluttering in her stomach. It was the day she would return to ballet, a place that held so many cherished memories. As they made their way to the studio, Minho walked beside her, his presence reassuring. He could feel her anticipation, and he was eager to see her rekindle that passion.

When they arrived, Daisy hesitated for a moment, her heart racing. The familiar building loomed before her, memories flooding back—the sound of music, the smell of polished wood, and the laughter of friends. Minho sensed her apprehension and gently squeezed her hand. “You’ve got this, love. Just remember how much you love to dance.”

Taking a deep breath, she nodded and pushed the door open. The studio was filled with light, and as she stepped inside, the warm atmosphere enveloped her. Immediately, she was greeted by the joyful shouts of her friends, who had been eagerly waiting for her return.

“Daisy!” they cried in unison, rushing over to envelop her in a group hug. Their excitement was palpable, and Daisy felt a rush of happiness. She had missed them just as much.

“We’ve missed you so much!” one of her friends exclaimed, stepping back to look at her. “It hasn’t been the same without you!”

Daisy smiled, her heart swelling with warmth. “I’ve missed you all too! I can’t believe I’m back.”

As they chatted and caught up, Minho hung back, leaning against the wall with a proud smile on his face. He watched Daisy light up, her laughter ringing through the studio, and he felt a sense of fulfillment knowing he had encouraged her to return to something she loved so dearly.

After a few moments, Daisy turned to him, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. “Thank you for being here, Minho.”

“Always,” he replied, his gaze unwavering. “I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

As the class began, Minho settled into a chair near the window, a perfect view of the studio before him. He watched as Daisy seamlessly fell back into the rhythm of ballet, her movements fluid and graceful. With every twirl and leap, he could see her passion reignite, and it filled him with pride to see her so alive.

He couldn’t help but think how beautiful she was, both inside and out, and how much he admired her strength. This was more than just dance for Daisy; it was a part of who she was, and he was grateful to be a part of her journey as she rediscovered that side of herself.