The music is pulsating through the venue as I strut down the runway in my sky high sandal stilettos. I smile at the camera and throw a fierce gaze forward that I can hear so many men wolf whistle in my direction. I felt so insecure as a child whenever I had to go to the beach clad in a black one piece swimsuit, let alone show my shoulders. But how I've grown so confident as to parade myself in a tiny bikini and heels in front of almost 150 people and 15 cameras capturing my every move still stumps me every time I try to figure out why my self-esteem skyrocketed like that.
My steps land in perfect time to the bass as it pulses in the music. I'm wearing a red bikini, trim with floral embroidery. I have some embellishing jewelry on, but my hair remains in its ponytail, which has had some hair jewelry added in. I have a red rose tucked in my hair in front of my updo. I pause at the end of the runway, taking time to show my outfit. 2 seconds to the left and 2 to the right as I lean, striking a hot pose, that shows off a little cleavage but is still modest. I feel the adrenaline in the room kick up as I look dead center at the camera and wink. I feel like such a badass angel right now, and I dare to look off to my cousin, boyfriend, and friends on the right. TaeTae is shoulder-bumping my boyfriend, hard. Namjoon-oppa's mouth is just hanging open, and I can see Jin snickering at him next to Jungkook and Jimin. Yoongi is simply smiling and clapping politely, and Hoseok is standing up, clapping, and cheering very loudly. I giggle a little at Joonie-oppa's reaction before turning around my body first, then my head, and walking back down the runway to change outfits.
(Time Skip- 2 Hours Later)
The show has officially ended, and I am slipping my clothes back over my head. It feels so good to be out of those runway heels, and into a pair that I am much more comfortable with. It's a struggle to have to walk down the runway thinking, "Don't fall. Don't fall. Keep your balance. Don't fall." Thank the Lord that I have time to practice walking before every show, or I'd be making a fool of myself every damn time. I suddenly hear a knock at the door.
"Baby, you were incredible!" I turn around to see my handsome man standing in the doorway, his arm open for me to come into his embrace. I happily accept his hug, and his arm comes around me as the other is still pressed up against the door as he captures my lips with his own. I love this feeling. I know we have to hide our relationship for now, but I look forward to being able to kiss like this out in public and simply not give a darn. It always feels like the first kiss he gave me after he confessed. That feeling of my cheeks burning up, my heart pounding, and the feeling of weightlessness, of suddenly feeling like you're capable of flight. Those invisible weights on my feet are unshackled, and I float every time my lips come into contact with his. "You were such a knockout. So sexy." He growls playfully at me, pulling away from the kiss. I can his hand crawling slowly up the fabric of my dress.
"Save that talk for later, oppa. Right now, I've got a meeting I can't miss. The CEO of my management company's called me in for an offer at an incredible opportunity. Luna told me that I should my guard up, though, so I'm scared."
"I'll come with you."
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(Namjoon-BTS) Please Stay With Me
FanfictionYou are Taehyung's cousin who has just moved to Seoul to be a runway model. In the first six months since the big move, you have gained a huge following base and are Korea's sweetheart. You've finally confessed your love to your longtime crush, Namj...
