The dim light shone across the ballroom, making it hard to see people's faces. Slow dance music bounced off the walls, couples danced, moving their limbs; synchronised to the melody.
Dahyun couldn't believe that she was here. She was never the type to join this type of party on the weekend. She would prefer reading a book on her bed while sipping on her hot chocolate. But here she was. Wearing a tight navy-blue dress that ended mid-thigh. Something she would never usually wear.
"You came!" An excited squeal came from her best friend, Chaeyoung. Dahyun rolled her eyes.
"As if it wasn't you begging me to come." She deadpanned.
"Yeah, yeah. I told you I'll buy you two boxes of choco pies, didn't I?" That was exactly the reason Dahyun was wasting her time here. For her choco pies.
"Whatever." She replied and in a blink of an eye, Chaeyoung was standing next to Mina, dancing elegantly, all thanks to the ballerina's guide. Dahyun smiled. She used to have someone she could dance with.
"Dahyunie?"
The pale girl froze. The hair on the back of her neck stood up upon hearing that voice. The voice of the person that had come to her mind only seconds ago.
Slowly she turned her head up to face the one who called her, only for her eyes to meet with Momo's. Momo, dressed in a glittery off shoulder black dress, her hair curled. Momo's appearance screamed perfection.
"Momo?" Dahyun croaked, feeling her breath catch in her throat at the sight of her.
The Japanese didn't say anything right away; simply stretching her hand out for the younger to take.
"Mind dancing with me, princess?" Momo eventually asked. Dahyun did not want to take that hand. She knew for a fact how her heart would react upon the gentle touch, but before she knew it, her hand was already in Momo's. And her heart did everything she was afraid of. Cartwheels, backflips, somersaults. You name it.
The Japanese shot a sweet smile as she led the younger girl to the dance floor, their bodies becoming one with the music.
"I thought this type of party isn't your thing?" Momo's hands were placed gently on Dahyun's hips, her eyes looking right into the younger's.
"It isn't." the shorter replied, her hands firm on Momo's shoulders, her eyes reciprocating the elder's gaze.
"Then?"
"Chaeyoung promised me two boxes of choco pies if I came, so here I am."
Momo chuckled. That was Dahyun's favourite sound. Like nicotine, she wanted more of it.
"You look good in that blue dress, Dahyunie."
"You too." Dahyun breathed in Momo's scent as the gap between their bodies narrowed. Peach. As usual.
"You came here alone?" Dahyun questioned.
"Yeah. He said he couldn't make it." Dahyun tried her best to hide her jealousy upon that pronoun. Maybe she succeeded.
"Isn't it weird to see two girls in a dress, dancing among couples?" Momo was right. The dance floor was mostly occupied by male-female couple, and they were the odd ones out, aside from Mina and Chaeyoung.
"I think it's weirder that I'm dancing with someone who's wearing her engagement ring."
Their body stopped swaying to the rhythm. Their feet stopped taking small steps. Their silence was accompanied by the slow ballad song. Guilt was present in Momo's eyes, seeing how bitter and forced Dahyun's smile is.
"I'm sorry."
"Why would you be? Heechul treats you like a queen; I can never be as good." Her tone was low and defeated. It was hard to admit that someone really treated Momo better than she did.
