valentine's day - NCT, markhyuck

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the rehearsals were going on smoothly. the concert was now one day apart. tomorrow, the stadium would be full of people coming to see the fashion show, or something like that. i don't really know what it is about, i only know that models would be there showing the very last pieces of a designer, but not only. i heard there would also be an artistic show, with dancers and acrobats, so this fashion show was only a part of the evening. 

on that night, when lucas and i headed back home, we hadn't started the conversation with mark, because i didn't feel like it. let's say i wasn't in the mood to embarrass myself in front of my crush, well even if he wouldn't see me... 

anyway. we both went to my house, because we had planned to do a sleepover, as we usually did before doing something together the next day. this night we slept quite quickly, stressed about the events of the next day. 

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"here is the schedule of the evening. please take a look at it and come back to see me if there is a problem." the person organizing the event said giving out a paper to every person around the room. 

it was it was the D-day, 10:00 a.m. and the show only started at 5:00 p.m., so everyone was dressed normally and with no makeup. we were in the room with the other people from the music class, as well as some stylists and their models. i gave a look to the paper to calculate when i would need to dress. it said the concert i was participating in was from 5:00 to 6:30. then there would be the acrobatic and dance show, until 8:00. and finally the fashion show until 10:00. to end the evening, there was a final show, in which we would also sing, and where all the artists and models that performed would appear. at the very end, people would be allowed to meet some of the models, but that didn't interest me, so I stopped reading. 

"we're getting dressed at 3:30? is it okay?" lucas asked me. 

"yep, perfect, but we need to do the make up before." i added. 

lucas nodded and we followed the rest of the group to a place where we could rehearse. 

at 3:00, a make up artist did our make up, making the imperfection of our faces disappear, and highlighting other parts. when she had done both lucas' and mine, at 3:45, we went to the changing rooms to get ready. 

lucas wore a white long sleeved top, hugging his chest nicely, paired with pleated beige pants. I had the same pants on me, except that i had a formal white shirt, with its sleeves rolled up, and the bottom of the shirt tugged in my pants. i had also a black Gucci belt, that had been lended to me by one of the stylists. 

once dressed, we met our hair stylist. the guy started with lucas, putting way too much hair spray for my own good, which caused me to cough a lot. after minutes of styling lucas's hair, he invited me to sit down, and styled mine. he had straightened them, so that my bangs fell almost in front of my eyes. i really liked how it had turned out. 

at 5:00, the concert started. the stadium was still filling in, but the majority of the seats were taken. this event was a huge one, seeing how many people travelled miles to get here, and have a chance to meet their favorite model. i was impressed, and also very stressed. lucas was too. he would always blow out air from his mouth nervously when a song ended, meaning our turn to sing was coming up. we were doing a duet. him rapping, me singing. 

after 45 minutes waiting, it was finally our turn to get on the stage and sing. 

the concert went well. after our songs, we went back in the bleachers, in the space privatized for the artists, and we watched the show going on. 

a bit before the beginning of the fashion show, i turned towards lucas. "let's send him a message." i said confidently. lucas looked at me surprised and then smiled. "okay, how do you want to start the conversation?"

"I don't know... don't you have any idea?" i asked.

"of course i have a lot, but i really need to know what was in yesterday's math test, so you'll ask him that." he cockily said. 

"isn't it strange to-"

"I don't care" he cut me. "just tell i have no battery left and that I need to know." 

i nodded and took my phone out of my pocket. i opened the application and went in the chat. 

from : me 

hello, sorry to disturb, but i'm with lucas,

 and he hasn't any battery,

 but he wanted to ask you what was the maths test about?

i breathed, a lot, and waited a few minutes for my phone to ring.

from : my future boy

yea, no problem. 

he had answered. i was the happiest man on this earth. i read out loud his message, in which he described exactly what was in the test. 

from : me 

thanks a lot!

from my future boy : 

no problem ;)) 

by the way, are you with him? 

i mean, are you participating in the concert too? 

i almost fainted. the guy was interested in me. he just asked me something, that isn't useful for his life!!!

from : me

yes haha, we're doing a duet. 

from : my future boy

cool, then i guess you're a good singer.

and that's how we ended talking until 1:00 a.m., when he had to go to sleep. we had stopped chatting when i needed to go for the final show, but we continued after. i was helped by lucas a lot, in my ways to text him. 

at night, when i went to sleep, i was honestly so happy that he had shown any kind of interest towards me, and i fell asleep, dreaming of him.