Another kind of setlist
Elena was a professional dancer and she was currently part of BTS’ world tour dance crew. Her main stage was to pair-up with Kim Taehyung for his solo, a bold choreography that left crowds speechless. What happens when Elena realizes that she would rather like the performance to not be an act?
pairing: Taehyung x dancer!OC
word count: 5.6k
genre: fuffly smut; BTS!Taehyung; romantic au.
Important A/N:
This is a multifandom blog, so if you don’t like the mention of other k-pop groups in the story, then this is not the place for you. Don’t worry, the only characters to actually have dialogues in here is BTS #stopfanwars
I’m a really old k-pop fan, so I don’t actually dig writing the whole Y/N type of narrative; however, feel free to put yourself as the OC, use your imagination :D
First smut (and fanfic) ever, please bear with me. This was suppose to be a fun time-out from my novel.
This story was first written in brazilian portuguese, and I’m way better at it than in english, so yeah.
Thanks to my amazing best friend @shineecstasy for being the best beta ever and giving this drabble a name.
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Elena knew that she should know better. Know that the intense stare on her after the fast twirl she did, helped by the muscled arms around her waist, was nothing more than acting.
The earplug was no help when it came to listening to the song, not when the maddened noise of thousand dozens of fans passed through the thin plastic that protected her hearing.
She mentally counted the seconds to the last beat of the song, which was accompanied by her body bending with necessary drama over the right arm of the artist the crowd had payed to see. If possible, the screams of the crowd got more intense, and Elena allowed herself to briefly close her eyes before the lights turned off and she got back on her feet.
As always, the slender arm remained around her waist until they left the complete darkness of the stage. The screams passed through the backstage walls.
“Brazilians are amazing!” Taehyung said by her side. Elena smiled at him.
“I told you that this performance would make them crazy”, she answered, thinking of the choreography they dance together, which started shy and ended with both of them gazing into each other eyes with a quite palpable sexual tension. She still couldn’t tell if there was any vestige of truth in that situation.
“Yeah, you told me.” He answers back with a boxy smile, completely different from the expression that he had during the performance, before he was taken by the staf fwho would dry his sweat, apply more make-up and change his clothes.
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