Prince Yoseob

Chapter 1

You nervously wait backstage and adjust your fluffy soft mint green dress, making sure your make-up looks right in the lit up mirror in front of you, adjusting little things to make the final touches. Your hair curled in waves, you looked the part. It was your first time doing a musical, and you were almost ready. But the nerves never ceased to stop tickling at your stomach, making you antsy. You paced back and forth. You've gotten the part down to every twirl and pirouette, so why were you so nervous?

The rest of the cast passed by you and all pumped up their fist in your direction for a "fighting!" and you bowed, barely letting a whispered "fighting" escape your lips back. You tried to smile, only for it to come out lop-sided and a more fearful expression painted itself onto you. You smelled a familiar scent of cologne breeze past your nose. You looked down as he squatted on the floor and before your feet, tying the loose ribbons on your pale pink ballet shoes.

There was the reason for your nerves. Well, most of them, anyways.

You looked down at the familiar blonde hair that you knew oh so well, now pushed back and positioned so perfectly on top of his beautiful head. He finished tying your shoes and looked up at you, before rising, meeting your eyes.

"They were loose," he said with a slight tug at the edge of his lips. You simply nodded. Yoseob was a famous guy you heard you were going to do this musical with. It was just months ago since you met, but when you first saw his face, you had already fallen in love. The way he was so easy going and easy to talk to. The happiness that oozed from his being as he talked to everyone and the way he laughed that sent little jolts of happiness into your day and kept you energized for practice. His smile was the best smile you had ever seen in your life. You wanted to never forget that smile. You had such a crush on him, but you were sad to know that he hardly ever talked much to you, or have ever been that bubbly and hyper self with you like he did when he was around others. With you he was rather... quiet. Kind, very kind, but still quiet. The only times you would really interact was when it had to do with work.

That's why when you had rehearsals together, a couple of weeks before the actual musical, you were excited at the fact that you two would get to spend some alone time, learning the ballet performance together. When you found out he was cast as the main actor, and you, his leading lady, you thought it was what the heavens set together. But you knew you couldnt expect nothing but work to come out of this. It was silly to think other things would result in you two being together. Still, thoughts of you two getting to know one another and a possible budding romance that would develop was widely fantasized by you, you had to admit. But you shook it out of your head and tried your best to work properly.

"The steps go like this," you remember him once saying in your private rehearsals. "I sing the chorus, and when i do, you will come down the stairs."

You nodded. "Then i will take your hand like this," he said, bringing his warm fingers up to yours and guiding you down the imaginary steps. "Then, ill let you go and step back, and you're going to make several spins towards me," you started to spin towards him and stopped a couple steps away from him.

"Then ill start singing this part," he began singing. When he did, it's like your mind was zapped. Fried. You can hear him sing forever like this. No one had this kind of voice, and it was so smooth and flowed with just the right amount of emotion as he closed his eyes and belted out more powerful, higher notes. He was just as dreamy as any prince could come. He danced so effortlessly, too. Everything about him screamed perfect.

"And then we kiss." What. You didnt quite get that part down. You blinked with wide eyes, and gulped, a bead of sweat forming on the back of your neck.

"W-we what?"

"Yeah, we kiss in that scene, i just found out about it a couple days ago. The director said it would add a more natural feel to that scene, make it more believable."

You nodded, but nothing came out of your mouth, but a sound of a loud heartbeat that he could probably hear.

"So you spin to me, i sing, i lift you up in the air, and then i kiss you. Do you want to practice it now?"

Your heart started thumping so loud, you thought it would soon explode. Was this how you were going to die? Kissing Yoseob? Well, it didnt seem that bad of a death, but still...

"We dont have to do it now, if you want. We can just practice the scenes leading up to it, and when the real scene comes on the day of the play, we'll just, do it. You know how to kiss, right? So it should be no problem."

You nodded, but that was a lie. You've never kissed anyone before, at all. Just how were you going to do this, and soon, in public, without loosing your cool or even fainting?

Still, you practiced every move, Yoseob leading you well, you spinning towards him, him singing beautifully. His hands suddenly gripped at the sides of your waist, and you jumped, before he lifted you in the air with such power as he sang and stared into your eyes, and you were slowly brought down, the space between your faces lessening and lessening, before you were staring into his deep, brown eyes. You caught your breath, and then he put you down. "So, thats it for today. Lets catch up again next week."

Everyday that you would see Yoseob, he seemed to smile more and more, being more comfortable with you as he got to know you with every practice. He taught you some moves, and you were awed at just how much talent he had, and every week you learned something new about him. His childish humor, his talks about his family, how famous life was for him, where he grew up at. His skilled footwork and the many fans he had. The fact that he had such a sweet side to him. You were starting to smile more and more because of Yoseob. He even made you a stronger dancer in such a short amount of time.

But as each week lead up to the final performance day, you started to see him change in a way you couldnt describe. His determination to get the part right and to a "T" of perfection was clear, he trained with you over and over and didnt even put in much breaks into the rehearsals. But his personality with you seemed to become more, easier somehow. More comfortable. His grip on your hand that was once firm and focused began to soften. His eyes, which looked at you from time to time whenever you were spoke, seemed to lighten, and lingered a bit more than usual. He stayed around longer for practice every other night. His conversations with you started to flow more. He was even making you laugh and adding a little humor to your labored hours of hard work.