compendium | bts x lovelyz

05 | countdown

25 minutes before countdown

"I'm gonna go dance," a young woman told her friend. Her friend nodded, turning to the boy she was talking to. Mijoo excitedly walk towards the dance floor where people are currently dancing like wild animals. She moved her body to the rhythm of the music, pushing away all her thoughts.

When the music turned sensual, Mijoo smirked. My forte, she thought.

She took notice of her surroundings—couples rubbing each other's bodies like their life depends on it, some are kissing like hungry piranhas, some are touching other people's body parts "secretly"—when one particular person caught her attention. In the middle, a young man was dancing with so much force and power. His red hair was wet with sweat, his face—his beautiful face—morphing into different expressions that could actually kill people, and his body moving effortlessly. His passion for dancing was obvious.

Mijoo couldn't help but be mesmerized by him.

She walked towards his direction—where people formed a circle around him—while not taking her eyes off of him. Damn, why is he so beautiful?

She continued watching him and also hyping him. When he was finished, he was met with screams and applause. He bowed to the crowd while smiling.

Fuck, his smile is as bright as the brightest star, Mijoo thought.

The crowd then went back to their business when the DJ decided to play a slow song.

15 minutes before countdown

Mijoo realized that she and the dancing machine are the only people who were left in the middle of the dance floor. She stared at him, not even caring if she might look creepy.

The man stood there, smiling at the people dancing. Mijoo then turned her gaze at them and she also couldn't help but smile. His gaze turned to her direction.

Mijoo felt his gaze. She turned to look at him and immediately felt heat creeping up her neck. The man shifted his gaze to the floor because of embarrassment.

Ugh. She caught me staring. Does she think I'm a creepy stalker now? he thought, his cheeks reddening.

He gave her a small awkward smile which she reciprocated. They both stood there awkwardly, avoiding each other's eyes. The man sighed and decided he needs to step his game up.

"Um, I know you probably think that I'm a creep, but—um—can I have a dance with you?" he said while rubbing his nape.

Mijoo turned her gaze at him when she realized that he was talking to her and replied shyly, "Well, first of all, I don't think you're a creep. Then, second of all, I—um—I'd love to."

This is not me. Why am I like a shy 6-year-old who's confessing to her crush?

The young man smiled widely—Mijoo felt like fainting because of his beautiful smile. "Um, cool," he said, still sporting his wide ass smile. Mijoo grinned at him.

"Well, milady, may I have this dance?" he asked in a lame British accent while he held out his hand for her to take. She grinned cheekily and replied, "Why, of course, good sir." She then took his hand.

He placed his arm on her waist while his hand on hers. She then put her arm on his shoulders. They slow danced while smiling at each other. They felt like they were the only people in the dance floor. They talked and talked about random things. They laughed together about their jokes and some funny stories they shared. They immediately clicked after a short time—a very short time.

60 seconds before New Year

The music suddenly stopped and a voice spoke—or more like shouted—into the mic. "YA'LL THE COUNTDOWN IS STARTING RIGHT NOW!"

The crowed cheered and started the countdown. Mijoo and Hoseok joined in and shouted, "50, 49, 48, 47, 46, 45..."

He stared intently at Mijoo, who was still counting happily. He then realized how she got him wrapped around her pretty finger in a matter of fourteen minutes.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4," Mijoo shouted. She looked at Hoseok, who leaned his head towards her. Their faces were so close, she can smell his perfume and their lips were inches apart.

"3, 2, 1. Happy New Year," he whispered—his eyes closed and his forehead touching hers.

HAPPY 2018 EVERYONE!