Honestly, this made all those dancing lessons worth it. At the time, at such a young age, she found it to be tedious, boring, a bit terrible. She wasn't the dancing type, but her great-grandmother was so determined to have the perfect, upstanding young lady for a granddaughter that Juniel was expected to suffer through it. Just like how she was taught to cook, given chores around the home, and even now was still living her life by her great-grandmother's rules. Her electives were hand-picked by the elderly witch, Home Sciences winning out over Juniel's choice of Ancient Runes. She played Quidditch because an athletic sport, while not overly ladylike, would round her out well. Though at least, for the most part, she enjoyed the Home Sciences subject, and she loved Quidditch. But ballroom dancing, she'd loathed. Until now. "You're doing well," she praised once Sungjae took the lead, moving with ease and flashing a smile up at him as wordless praise, her hand resting one his shoulder as the opposite hand, held onto his, gave a light squeeze for added encouragement. Dancing with Sungjae was different from dancing with her instructor, it was awkward in the most delightful way. And at the same time, somehow, extremely comfortable. She was having fun, she felt content, and it was simply due to being with him and doing something new together as a couple.
"I'm very glad you didn't try to court me," she replied after a moment, her nose scrunching a bit into an exaggerated look of distaste, before she followed the expression with a soft giggle and took over once more for just a few fleeting seconds in order to lead and show him how to properly turn, not wanting him to be too lost with how to move about the dance floor like this. "I don't generally like courting. When a boy approaches and insists on being smooth, giving me compliments, asking me out, I feel a bit.. objectified. Like he only wants one thing or has a specific goal in mind, and even his sweetest efforts just completely turn me off." Remembering someone in particular, she added with a bemused expression, "There was this one boy, before we began dating, who gave me a rose and then followed me around and called me beautiful. I ended up slapping him because his advances angered me." She had a fiery personality, which was possibly why Sungjae worked so well with her. They got along as friends above all else, he respected her and had kept things sweet and casual, it honestly moved at her pace because she was the one to nudge everything along; from their first kiss to asking him where their relationship was heading next. She felt no pressure, she was with him because she liked him and no other reason than that.
"You liked me so much you felt sick?" Hearing this, she blinked a few times before giggling again, inquiring curiously after, "Do you mean like a nervous stomach ache? Butterflies in your stomach, that sort of thing? Because that makes sense, I suppose." Thinking about it more, she added as she thought back on it, "My biggest give-away for how much I liked you was the fact that I suffered from heart palpitations around you quite frequently. It felt like it was going to beat out of my chest at times. I still get that, too." Even tonight, seeing Sungjae in his suit, her heart had begun to flutter in her chest like crazy and she was unable to calm it. Nodding in agreement with his next statement, she laughed softly and murmured, "Dances truly aren't my thing... don't get me wrong, I'm having a wonderful time with you, it's just this," her gaze swept around the room, at the others in their dresses and tuxes, wearing masks and either dancing or mingling with one another, "... is not my style. I'm not a social type of person." Still, when her eyes returned to his, their stares meeting through their masks, her smile returned, soft and adoring. "But I'm so very glad you asked me."
