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One - First Time

The first time I saw him was when I was at a random party a few years ago. It was a normal house party, like every other one I go to and the ones in movies. Mostly everyone was dancing in the dark living room, lights flashing and changing color. People were also chatting while slowly drinking out of plastic red cups. Then there was the people who were either so shitfaced that they passed out, or so shitfaced they were jumping of the roof into the pool in the backyard and running around without their shirts on. But lastly, there was the people who were either cheating on their romantic partner, or just getting someone for the night.

Right now, I was the first option, dancing in the living room. The music was fantastically loud and the liquor in my veins was working its magic. All my worries about anything slipped away as I pulled off my coat and threw it to the side. I continued my dancing as I glanced around. That was when I noticed him. He was already staring at me, sweat running down his neck and his eyes half open from the dazed state he seemed to be in, and he looked fucking beautiful.

Part of me wanted to walk over to him and pull him to the closest room, but the other half wanted to stand there and stare at him for the rest of my life, admiring his beauty. I listened to the latter and stood there. I watched as he rolled his body smoothly, i watched as he bit his lip and let his head fall back, giving me a perfect view of his gorgeous neck. A breath left my mouth as my heart started to pound, my face burn, and my head get lighter. Other parts of me got harder.

Instead of walking over to him, I quickly grabbed my coat, hat and shoes then walked right out of the house and walked straight to my car. I started the engine and pulled out of the spot I was in, then dove home. Maybe it was the liquor saving myself from completely embarrassment or maybe I wasn't even that drunk and he was just so fucking perfect that it scared the shit out of me and I knew I wouldn't be able to get him. Something in my body told me to just leave instead of putting myself up for failure that was going to happen.

After that I looked for him, not to talk to him or even to find out his name, but to see if he went to my college. To see if i would have to steer clear of certain areas on campus. I haven't seen him outside of parties. It's like the only thing he goes to are parties and hides in his house for the remainder of the time. He does look like the person who would stay at home and prefer to be alone, that's pretty much how I am, except it changes at the parties. During college I usually try to be alone.

My college is the one for musical, choreographic, or vocal inclined people. I am the last two on the list, but I can play the piano. I've been able to since I was about eight. Occasionally I'll walk to the musical sections on campus and let myself get lost in the music. Sometimes I get so into it I black out and only come back to focus when the song comes to an end. It's a great stress reliever and an even better pass time.

All though I love the piano, dancing is my passion. All my life I've danced and nothing has stopped me. I go to my dance classes every day and practice whenever I can. I love the feeling I get when I watched myself move gracefully in the mirrors along the wall. I love the adrenaline that comes to me and shoves the exhaustion deep down as i get into the beat. I am able to freestyle, but my favorite is when I am able to practice an assigned chorography over and over until it's perfect. I love the praise my teacher gives me for working hard on the dance.

Maybe the guy takes different classes than I do, maybe that's what makes it so we don't see each other at all. The more i think about him the more curious I get. I'm tempted to start asking around and see if anyone knows him and can at least tell me what his name is. His name is probably as beautiful as his face.

"What are you thinking about, Jimin?" My best friend, Mark, asks as he sets down his tray next to mine and nudges me with his elbow.

"Nothing that concerns you. Don't you have a girlfriend to makeup with?" I ask him. He rolls his eyes and picks at his food.