Falling in Love || Daniela Avanzini
Pairing: Daniela Avanzini x 7thMember!Reader
Summary: Where with each video on TikTok and Weverse, it became more and more obvious that Daniela was hopelessly in love with you.
Note: English is not my first language.
Warning: Flirting, Daniela is in love, Suggestive Content, A Little Anguish, Jealousy, and Comfort!
Video One: Try to Follow — 3.2 Million Views.
The studio smelled of cold coffee and floor disinfectant, that characteristic scent of a place that had seen too many rehearsals and too few overtime hours. You were leaning against the wall of mirrors, scrolling through your phone without paying much attention, when Lara showed up with that sparkle in her eyes of someone who was about to stir up trouble.
"Go on, go on, you two. Do the try to follow trend."
Daniela raised an eyebrow from across the room. She was wearing a black hoodie half-fallen off her shoulder, her brown hair tied up in a loose bun that was already losing the battle against gravity. She looked tired. She looked beautiful.
"If you mess up, I won't let you forget it." She said, and her voice came out lower than usual, almost a purr.
You laughed, already positioning yourself in front of her.
"And what if you're the one who messes up?"
Said like that, with that absolute certainty, it was almost arrogant. But coming from Daniela, it was just the truth.
The music started. You moved first, simple steps, a shoulder roll, your right hand rising and falling in a fluid gesture. You felt her presence behind you like a magnetic field, that silent thing Daniela had of occupying spaces without needing to make noise.
What you didn't see, but the video would later show, to 3.2 million people, was her face.
Daniela wasn't looking at your movements. She wasn't following your arms or your legs with that technical focus she had during the group's choreographies. She was looking at you. At the curve of your neck when you laughed at something Sophia shouted from off-frame. At the way your hair swayed. At the reflection of the two of you in the mirror ahead.
When the video ended, Lara lowered her phone with a strange expression.
"You two…" She started, but didn't finish.
Daniela was already reaching for her water bottle, the back of her neck slightly flushed.
"Did it turn out good?" You asked, innocent.
"It turned out…" Lara exchanged a glance with Megan, who had just walked in. "It turned out really good."
You didn't understand at the time. You would understand later, when the comments started popping up on TikTok.
"guys she didn't blink ONCE"
"Daniela looking at Y/N like she hung the moon"
"this is no longer friendship, I regret to inform you"
"the look on her face at 0:07 seconds MY GOD"
Video Two: We Listen and We Don't Judge — 3.1 Million Views.
The hotel room in Dallas had horrible lighting and an air conditioner that rattled like a boat engine. You and Daniela were sitting on the bed, shoulder against shoulder, bare feet touching in the middle of the mattress.
"Should we do the trend?" You suggested, showing your phone. "We listen and we don't judge."
Daniela rolled her eyes, but it was an affectionate eye roll, the kind she only did with you.
You adjusted the phone propped up on the nightstand, pressed record, and took a deep breath.
"I sleep with socks on even in the summer."
Daniela blinked. Then let out a short laugh, the kind that shook her shoulders in an adorable way.
"We listen and we don't judge!" You protested, lightly slapping her arm.
"Okay, okay. My turn." She made a dramatic pause, looking at the camera. "I've been listening to the same three songs for months."
"We listen and we don't judge." She repeated, imitating your voice, and you laughed.
While you laughed, throwing your head back, the phone still recording, Daniela simply… stopped. Her smile didn't disappear, but it softened. Her brown eyes, which fans called siren eyes, got caught on you as if the rest of the world had gone into slow motion.
It took you three seconds to realize she was no longer participating in the game.
"Hm?" She blinked, coming back. Her cheeks tinged pink. "Sorry. I got lost."
The video ended there. But fans would take screenshots of that exact frame, Daniela looking at you with an expression that left no room for interpretation.
"she literally forgot she was recording"
"Y/N laughing and Dani looking at her like she's the most precious thing in the world I CAN'T HANDLE THIS"
"look at second 0:03 and tell me this isn't love"
"Daniela Avanzini completely IN LOVE and thinking no one notices"
Video Three: Beautiful Chaos Tour Chicago — 4.5 Million.
The show in Chicago was electric.
The United Center pulsed with eighteen thousand people screaming, the lights sweeping the stage in neon waves, the sound of the drums vibrating in your chest like a second heart. You were at the center of the stage, the mini vlog camera in your hand, trying to capture the crowd's energy for the tour videos.
"Chicago!" You shouted at the lens, laughing. "You guys are—"
The arm wrapped around your waist before you could finish.
It was a gesture you knew. You knew the weight, the temperature, the way the fingers spread across your hip as if they belonged there. Daniela fit herself behind you, her chin on your shoulder, her body warm against your back.
"Hi." She murmured, quietly, just for you.
You turned your face, surprised, and found her smile. That rare smile, the one that came slowly and lit up everything, the one fans called the sunshine smile.
The big screen captured everything.
Eighteen thousand people went wild.
You couldn't explain what you felt in that moment. The world stopped for a second, suspended between the deafening noise and the silence of Daniela's gaze. On the giant screen, the image of the two of you looked like a painting, Daniela with flushed cheeks, you with a mischievous smile, your bodies so close that you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
She ran her tongue between her lips, that gesture that made the audience scream, and you captured the image on the vlog camera.
Later, backstage, Sophia nudged you.
"Did you see the big screen?"
"I did." Your voice came out weaker than you would have liked.
"She doesn't do that with anyone else."
You knew. Of course you knew.
There was the time backstage in Los Angeles, when you were talking to Jun, one of the dancers on the crew, handsome, funny, and Daniela simply appeared. She didn't say anything, didn't ask permission, didn't give an explanation. She just leaned against your side and stayed there, her shoulder glued to yours, her dark eyes fixed on Jun's face as if saying she's not available without needing to move a single muscle in her mouth.
Jun understood before you did. He gave a weak smile, murmured something about going to check the wardrobe, and disappeared.
"What was that?" You asked, turning to Daniela.
"Nothing." She averted her gaze. "I just wanted to be here."
There was the time in the van, coming back from the show in Houston, when you fell asleep on her shoulder. You woke up forty minutes later with Daniela's fingers tracing distracted circles on your arm, the touch so light it felt more like breath than skin. She was looking out the window, the streetlights passing in flashes across her face, and you closed your eyes again just to feel it a little longer.
There was the time on Weverse, when a fan asked "which member makes you laugh the most?" and Daniela answered your name before you even opened your mouth. Too fast. Too sure.
There was the live with Manon and Megan, which you only saw later, because someone sent you the clip.
"Have you guys noticed how Dani sticks to Y/N?" Manon was saying, excited, her eyes shining with the look of someone who knew exactly what she was doing. "It's all the time. We get to the hotel, Dani already looks for where Y/N is. We go eat, she sits next to her. We're backstage, she stays behind Y/N like a… Ugh, how do you say it? A puppy?"
"Clingy," Megan completed, laughing.
"That! She turns into a clingy little puppy when Y/N is around. It's really cute, but it's also kind of funny, because Dani acts all tough and then Y/N shows up and she just melts."
The video went viral within hours. Daniela never mentioned the subject.
But you noticed that, in the following days, she became quieter. More restrained. As if she had been discovered and didn't know what to do with the exposure.
And then that night came.
It was late, truly late, one of those dead hours when not even the birds were awake yet. The hotel room in New York was identical to all the other hotel rooms on the tour, but it felt different. Maybe because of the yellowish light from the lamp. Maybe because of the silence. Maybe because Daniela was lying on your chest, her body tucked between your arms, her brown curls spreading like paint on your t-shirt.
You were scrolling through your TikTok feed without paying attention, the videos passing in a colorful blur. Your other hand was in her hair, your fingers gently scratching, feeling the soft texture of the strands. Daniela was playing with the bracelets on your wrist, the black leather one you never took off, the beaded one a fan had thrown onto the stage in Chicago, the silver one your grandmother gave you.
"You like this one." She murmured, touching the beaded one.
"Because a fan made it. It has every tiny bead… It must have taken hours."
Daniela was silent for a moment. Her fingers still played with the bracelet, but you felt a subtle shift in her body. A tension. A hesitation.
"Can I ask you something?" Her voice came out lower.
"Have you noticed?" She asked, and there was something fragile in the way the words came out, as if she were walking on thin ice.
Your thumb stopped in her hair.
Daniela didn't lift her face. She kept her head on your chest, her fingers now still on your wrist.
"That I…" She took a deep breath. "That I like you."
Her heart was racing. You could feel the beats echoing in your own body, at the point where her chest touched yours.
"No." She cut in, but her voice wasn't harsh. It was almost a plea. "Let me talk. If I don't say it now, I'll never say it."
You stayed silent. Your hand started moving in her hair again, slowly, a silent encouragement.
"I like you." She repeated, and now her voice trembled a little. "It's not a friendship thing. It's not a 'oh, we're really close' thing. I like you. The way that makes my chest hurt when you laugh at something I said. The way I forget there's an audience when you're near. The way I have to hold myself back from doing this…"
The confession hung in the air like smoke. Daniela took another deep breath, and you felt her fingers lightly squeeze the leather bracelet.
"But I'm scared." She continued, and now her voice cracked. "Because if this ruins everything, if you don't feel the same way and things get weird between us, if I lose what we already have… I don't want that. I'd rather stay quiet. I'd rather just be your friend that people think is clingy. Because at least then I still have you."
Your heart ached. It ached in a good way, it ached in a way you couldn't name.
"But I can't pretend anymore." Daniela whispered. "Every time someone comments, every time people notice before you do, every time I see myself in a video and realize I'm looking at you like you're…" She stopped. "Like you're everything. Because you are. And I don't know what to do with that."
She finally lifted her face.
Daniela's eyes were shining, not from tears, but from something close. Raw vulnerability. Fear and hope mixed in a combination that made her face more beautiful than any illuminated stage.
"You don't have to say anything." She spoke quickly. "I just needed you to know. And if you don't feel the same, we can forget this conversation. I can forget. Or try to. I—"
It was in the middle of the sentence, in the middle of the monologue, in the middle of the fear she was spilling out in hurried words. Your hand slid from her hair to the nape of her neck, pulling her close, and your mouth found hers in a kiss that interrupted everything, the words, the thoughts, time.
Daniela was paralyzed for a second. A whole second where the world stopped spinning.
Her lips moved against yours as if they had waited for this their entire lives. The hand that was on your wrist rose to your face, her fingers spreading across your jaw, the touch so delicate it seemed like she was still afraid of breaking something.
When you pulled apart, just enough to breathe, Daniela's eyes were wide. Her lips, slightly parted. Her cheeks, completely red.
"Me too." You said, and your voice came out hoarse. "For a long time. A very long time."
"I didn't know how." You laughed, a trembling laugh. "You're Daniela Avanzini. You're… you."
"I'm just a girl who looks at you too much in videos."
"You're the girl who looks at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world." Your thumb caressed her cheek. "And I'm the girl who finally had the courage to do something about it."
Daniela let out a laugh, a wet laugh, emotional, the most beautiful laugh you had ever heard. She let her forehead fall against yours, her eyes closed, her eyelashes brushing your skin.
"I thought you didn't feel the same." She whispered. "I thought I was going to ruin everything."
"You didn't ruin anything." You kissed the tip of her nose. "You just made me wait."
Instead of answering, you kissed her again. Slower this time. Deeper. Daniela's hands tangled in your hair, her body adjusting to yours as if it had finally found the right place.
Outside, New York shone with its thousands of lights. But inside that room, the only thing that mattered was the way Daniela smiled against your lips.
You woke up with the familiar weight on your chest.
Daniela was still there, exactly as she had fallen asleep, her head tucked between your neck and your shoulder, her curls tickling your chin, one of her hands splayed over your heart as if she wanted to feel every beat.
The morning light came in through the gaps in the curtain, painting golden stripes on her face.
You watched her for a while. At the dark eyelashes. At the lips still slightly swollen. At the expression of absolute peace she wore while she slept.
Your phone vibrated on the nightstand.
It was a Twitter notification. You opened it on instinct, the brightness of the screen making you squint.
It was an edit. Of course it was an edit. The fans never slept.
The video showed the two of you, the try to follow, the we listen and we don't judge, the stage moment in Chicago, the Weverse live. Scenes stitched together with a soft song in the background, each frame chosen with the precision of someone who knew exactly what they were looking for.
The caption read: "Daniela Avanzini completely in love with Y/N for 3 minutes and 47 seconds."
"So early?" Daniela's voice came sleepy, muffled against your neck.
"The eyekons made another edit."
"Hmm." She tightened her arm around your waist. "I bet it's obvious."
Daniela lifted her head slowly, her eyes still half-closed, her hair completely messy. She looked at your phone screen, then at you.
"You know what I was thinking?"
"That I don't need to hide anymore." She smiled, that rare smile, the one that lit up everything. "I can look at you as much as I want now."
You laughed, pulling her back into the embrace.
And when the phone vibrated again with more notifications, comments, likes, fans going crazy with the possibility that maybe, maybe, all of this was real, you set it aside.
Because Daniela was in your arms, her heart beating against yours, and the rest of the world could wait.
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