Stray Kids Imagines

Dance With Me (Hyunjin)

It was that time of the year.  The end of the school year dance, and everyone wanted you to go.  Except the only problem was that you didn't have a date.  You knew you didn't have to have one to go, but all of your friends had been asked weeks even months in advance.  You were short with no shape and short hair that fell down to your shoulders.  Instead of wearing globs of makeup, you just put some simple moisturizer on before leaving the house with your older brother.  That was as complicated as it got for you, and you never minded until this year, realizing maybe you were doing something wrong.

"Oppa, am I ugly?" you asked your older brother Minho on the drive to school.

Minho would have spit out his water if he had been drinking some.  "WHAT?!  You and the word ugly can't even be in the same sentence.  I mean, there are those times when you make those faces at home-"

"Then why hasn't asked to be my date for the dance this weekend?  All my friends have dates.  I guess I could just not go."

Minho shook his head.  "Maybe someone is out there, waiting to ask you, and you just don't know it.  There's still some time left before the dance, anyways.  And you can still have an awesome time if you don't have a date.  I'm going with some of my friends.  If you don't have a date, you can tag along with us.  You know the guys anyways."

"Thanks," you replied meekly.  "Um, I have soccer practice after school, so can you wait like an hour for me?"

Minho nodded.  The boys and I will cheer you on from the bleachers.

You snorted.  Your brother was simply the best guy out there.  He was always there to cheer you up when you were down.  And his friends were the same.  

You slipped your jersey over your head and tied your hair into a high ponytail.  You did a 360 in front of the locker room mirror, taking in your last name and the large number 9 right below it.  9 was your favorite number.  Taking a swig of water from your bottle, you started walking to the field with your teammates.  Just as Minho had told you this morning, he was sitting on the bleachers, eight other smiling boys beside him.  When they saw you, they began waving at you wildly, and you raised your hand in acknowledgement.  

"Whoa, your sister is so cool," Jeongin giggled.  "She's like a smart, cool athlete."

"I tried telling her that she was really cool this morning, but she's feeling kinda down because no one has asked her to the big dance," Minho sighed.  "Poor thing.  I told her she could hang out with us if no one asks her, but I hope someone does.  She's number one in her class and the captain of the soccer team.  On top of that, she takes dance classes on the weekends and practices for competitions with her team.  She's the best.  How comes no guy has asked her yet?"

Changbin tilted his head, looking over to Hyunjin for a brief moment.  "She is really talented.  Tell her not to worry about it too much."

Minho nodded.  "You're right."

You began juggling the ball, bouncing them off your knees.  It was something you even liked to do at home when you just wanted to think.  Your coach noticed you zoned out and slammed his clipboard on the grass. 

"Y/N, is this a joke to you!" your coach fumed.

"No sir."

"Give me three laps and come back and continue warming up!" 

You looked at the grass, wanting to collapse and cry.  What were you doing wrong?  But you dragged your feet to the edge of the field and began running your three laps, giving you more time to think.  By the end of the second lap, you were exhausted, and you stopped for a second to catch your breath.  

"What did she do wrong?  She was warming up just like the others," Felix pointed out.

"Coach Park is brutal.  He's the coach for the boys' team, too," Hyunjin spoke up.  He was on the boys' soccer team, but their season was in the fall.  Girls' soccer was in the spring.  "Even if you aren't doing anything wrong, he'll call you out and train you until you're a warrior.  Today just doesn't seem like a good day for Y/N, though."

The others agreed and kept watching.

When practice was over, you crawled up the bleachers, sweat covering your body.  Your hair was a mess, and your face was red.  "I'm so tired," you said the obvious.

"Are you okay?" Hyunjin handed you your bottle of water.  "Coach Park had no mercy on you today."

"No kidding," you snorted.  "Oppa, let's go home."

Minho nodded.  "Go get changed and meet me out front.  I'll go get the car."  Your brother left, and before you too could leave and change, Hyunjin grabbed your wrist, but before he could bring himself to say anything he let go.

"Don't take Coach Park's punishment to heart.  He just wants you to be invincible," he said quickly.  "Um, see you at the dance!"

At the mentioning of the dance, your shoulders sunk, and all the boys felt sad for you, watching you trudge off.

"You look so pretty," Minho smiled as you twirled in your dress.  For once, you had worn makeup, highlighting your eyes with eyeliner and mascara.  Your lips stood out with the pretty pink lipstick you had applied.  Your hair was down, contrasting the messy hair you always tied up for soccer and dance.  In fact, it was rare that your hair was down, let alone curled to perfection.  Your crimson dress was breathtaking.  You looked like you had just stepped out of a fairytale, but you were hoping this one would have a happy ending.

"Alright, ready to head out?  And, um, you can just chill with us since no one, um, asked you... yet."

"You really think someone is gonna ask at this point?" you smirked.  "Thanks for still believing, but let's just go."

Once you got to the dance, you ran into Minho's friends.  All of them looked so different in their tuxedos, their hair styled so carefully.  The one who really took your breath away was Hyunjin.  He usually always hid his forehead under a curtain of bangs, but today, his bangs were gelled up, revealing his eyebrows, and you had to admit, he looked really handsome.  

"I'm going to find some of my friends first," you told Minho, wading into the crowd, searching for a familiar face.  You found your friends, but they were all with their dates, dancing and laughing.  What was the point in you taking dance lessons if no one wanted to dance with you, anyways?  

Your heart sank a bit and you lowered your head, staring at the bling on your shoes before you felt someone slip their hand into yours.

"Hey there," you heard a voice whisper in your ear.  You looked straight in front of you and saw a crimson tie, and you slid your eyes up, realizing it was none other than Hwang Hyunjin.  "Dance with me."

You were so relieved and happy at the same time that you hugged the boy, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.  "It's okay, Y/N.  To be honest, I wanted to ask you to the dance, but I never got the courage."

"Really?" you sniffled, smiling at his handsome face.  Your eyes slid down to his lips, the feature that caught your eyes when Minho first introduced him to you.  

"Um, Minho-hyung also told me what color your dress was, and that's why I'm wearing the same colored tie.  And like Changbin styled my hair, and all of them have been trying to help me tell you.  And now, here we are.  Sorry for making you wait for me."

You leaned forward, smiling.  "Aw, you're so adorable."

Hyunjin glanced at Minho who was watching the two of you carefully, and he smiled, giving him a thumbs-up.  Then he quickly turned and pecked you on the lips, and you nearly toppled over in surprise.

"Alright, let's show these people how to bust some moves," Hyunjin winked.