And I'd also like to request #1 and #18 from fluff, #16 from action for Moonbin please <3
SLEEPY
genre. fluff.
warnings. kissing.
pairing. moonbin x fem!reader.
wc. 511
a/n. hannah!! sorry this req got trapped in my hiatus, but i didn't forget abt it! i hope you don't mind that it's a bit late, and i hope you enjoy <33
You were only supposed to stay over until 9 pm, but the fact that it was now 1 am and your head was resting comfortably on Bin’s shoulder wasn’t something you were going to rush to change. You were quite content to stay just like this, in fact.
Bin was falling asleep, you could tell. Your intertwined hands rested on his lap on top of the blanket that you were sharing. The bowl of snacks was empty and the movie volume had been turned all the way down even though it was still playing. He only added small hums to the conversation to tell you that he was still listening to what you were saying. But soon he was completely silent as he couldn’t fight back the sleep anymore.
You glanced up at his face with a smile. He looked so contended where he was, falling asleep cuddled up to you. You joined him soon, dozing off for the next couple hours until you stirred again sometime in the early wakings of the morning. The sun was just barely peeking behind the horizon light, and a small orange glow was the only light source that reached through the window.
You turned to Bin again, “You still sleeping?” You asked in a whisper to make sure you didn’t wake him up if he was. But he shook his head slightly and hummed, keeping his eyes closed.
“What time is it?”
“4 am.” Bin mumbled.
“Shit- you have work in a couple hours!” You panicked, starting to move to get up, but he caught your wrist to stop you.
“Don’t leave! You’re warm…” He wrapped his arms around you firmly, making sure there was no way you would be able to escape his grasp.
“But you have work…”
“Shh-” Bin placed a finger over your mouth to stop you from protesting any longer. He paused for a second before replacing his finger with his lips softly. He kissed you for a long time, his hands cupping your cheeks to bring you closer. When he pulled out, he was smiling widely and you were blushing.
“You’re so pretty.” He whispered, his hand tucking some of your hair behind your ear.
“You think I’m pretty even like this?” You asked, referencing your messy hair, pyjamas, bare face and tired eyes. But Bin just nodded, eyes so full of admiration that you could feel your heart race in your chest.
You kissed him again, saying a small thank you against his lips. If you could stay like this in his arms everyday, you would in a heartbeat. You would never get tired of cuddling with him, and you were sure he felt the same way.
You didn’t go back to sleep, but you closed your eyes again. You snuggled closer to your boyfriend, your hand wandering over to find his with your eyes closed. You gently laced your fingers with his and gave his hand a small squeeze. He squeezed back.
“I love you.” You said, a smile growing on your face.
Summary: Finally getting the chance to talk to the man who had been on your mind for a very long time
Pairings: Moonbin x reader
Genre: FLUFF
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1.9k
The town was small, and because of that, you had seen him at many of the same places that you had gone to. The market, library, car wash, coffee shop, even the bar that you went to all the time. At one point, he had even walked into your flower shop and ordered flowers. You knew you were the only one that noticed how often you saw him. He was an unforgettable person. His eyes almost disappeared with his smiles, his cheeks puffing up with every laugh. He was a tall man as well, something you found very attractive. Underneath his formal wear, you could tell he also kept in shape. His sleek black hair often shined in natural light and whenever he passed by, he smelled of baby lotion and laundry soap.
You didn't purposely go out of your way to see him, although that's what it would seem like. It's that your routine was very similar to his. Was it weird how you had this little crush on this man that you had seen for years but he doesn't even know you? As an adult woman, a lot of people would think it was weird to have a crush on a stranger. That's why you kept this secret to yourself. So, you watched him from afar, enjoying the view on those days that you did see him.
Just like every other Saturday, you got dressed up and went to the local bar. You anticipated on seeing the man, but like always, you never got your hopes up just in case he wasn't there. The jazz band already started playing music and you walked over to the seat that you always sat at. After your first drink was finished, you heard a raspy laugh that caught your attention. You looked across the bar table and saw him. His eyes disappearing behind his smile as he spoke to the man next to him.
You stared at him in awe, amazed that a perfect looking human being exists and is in the same building as you. You sipped your second drink as you watched him. He was wearing a collared shirt that seemed to have a missing tie. The collar was two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The relaxed look on him made him look like a delicacy and you couldn't help but just stare at him.
"Why don't you go talk to him? You're practically drooling," Mike, the bartender told you.
You looked away at Mike and laughed. "Yeah, right. Me? That man wouldn't talk to me more less even look my way," you said as you sipped your drink. Liquor never gave you the courage as it did everyone else.
"So, you're going to just stare at him like a creep," Mike stated.
You gasped. "Is it that noticeable? Do I really look like a creep?" You brought your eyebrows together, genuinely worried that you looked like a weirdo staring at him.
Mike laughed. "Nah, I'm joking. But you should really go talk to him. What do you have to lose?"
You took another sip. "My dignity. I don't know what I'd do if he rejected me. I mean, it's what I assume he would do but for it to really happen would send me over the brink."
Mike cackled loudly, making the whole bar stare. You even glanced across and saw that man staring. You felt your face flush red as you quickly looked away and back at Mike. "Why did you have to laugh so freaking loud for?"
"Well, it was funny. Can't a man laugh?"
You rolled your eyes. You took a final sip of your drink and when you brought your cup down and looked across the bar, some woman was hanging over him. She was one of those unforgettable women, with long curly red hair and a little black dress to accentuate her features. She giggled at something he said and whispered in his ear. He whispered back in her ear and her smile disappeared. The woman backed up and walked away with a frown on her face. You wondered what they said to each other.
As you watched the woman walk out the door, you looked back at the man across the bar and caught him looking at you. You instantly looked away, in hopes that he didn't notice you staring at him the whole night. You tried to sneak another look at the man, but you made eye contact with him and quickly looked away again.
Damn it! Why was he staring at you? Maybe you had something on your face? Or maybe your face was tomato red from the eye contact.
You noticed from the side of your eye that Mike walked over to him with a drink. You turned your head fully and saw Mike give the man a drink like yours and exchange a few words. As Mike walked away, the man took a sip and as he sat his cup down, he looked back up at you. This time, you held contact with him long enough to see him send you a smile. Your immediate reaction was the widening of your eyes in full panic mode. Your breathing was now increasing as well as your heart rate and you just thought that you should leave and call it night.
As you reached for your purse and stood up from your chair, Mike walked up to you. "Where are you going?"
"Home. I'm calling it a night. I feel overwhelmed."
Mike slammed his hands on the bar table in front of you and you froze. "I just handed that man a free drink and said it was from you and you're going to leave just like that?"
You gasped. "You did what?!"
"His name is Moonbin by the way," Mike said smiling.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Mike, please tell me you are lying."
From behind closed eyes, you heard Mike laugh and walk away. You opened your eyes and that man, Moonbin, was standing next to you smiling.
"Hello," he said. Your breath hitched in your throat as you took a step back and stumbled into your chair. He grabbed your arm to keep you from falling and you looked up at him, seeing him close for the first time.
"Woah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," he said with his raspy voice. His voice was smooth, something you could listen to all day. Like on a podcast or asmr. Although his voice was high pitched, it was the perfect tone as he spoke with his soft sound.
"I came over to introduce myself. I'm Moonbin. And you?" He said with a smile.
You looked over to Mike and he was staring and listening to your interaction with Moonbin. You look back, tuning back into the conversation.
"I'm Y/n," you were surprised you managed to say.
"I really liked the drink you sent over to me," he said raising his glass up. He brought the cup to his pink lips as he took a sip of the gold drink.
"Do you normally drink ginger ale with vodka?" He asked. "I feel like it's a weird combination, but it surprisingly goes well with each other."
You nodded your head. "Um, yeah. I got that from Mike. It's not all that creative but I shouldn't take credit for the drink."
Moonbin smiled. The proximity of having him so close was making your head spin and feel like your body was floating. You started to think it might have been the drink.
Mike walked over with a huge smile as Moonbin looked back at him and thanked him for the drink. "How's everything going?" Mike asked.
Moonbin nodded. "It's going good. Thanks for the conversation starter."
Mike nodded and walked away. You looked up at Moonbin in thought. "What did Mike tell you when he gave you that drink?"
"He asked me if you looked familiar," he simply said. You raised your brows, expecting a longer answer from him.
"And? What did you say?" You asked him.
"I thought about it. And I realized that you look more familiar than I'd like to admit. Would you like to sit down and talk so I can figure out why?" He asked with his smile never leaving his face.
The two of you sat down in a corner, the farthest away from the jazz band so that you two weren't screaming in conversation. You ended up finding out that yeah, it was a huge coincidence that you both had the same routine and went to the same local areas. It wasn't very common for you to recognize a face in town, so it made you happy to know that you two were just similar in those aspects.
You also found out that he is a CEO of some company that makes skin care products. It made sense considering how bright and clear his skin was. You told him you were a florist and he grinned from ear to ear when he realized how much he loved your flower shop and that his mom loved your flowers. After what seemed like hours of talking and getting to know each other, you felt at ease next to him. The bar was near closing and the two of you decided to take your conversation outside.
"You know, you caught my attention more than once and I couldn't help but be mesmerized by you. Is that weird?" You asked him.
Moonbin laughed behind his hand. "No, it's not weird. You want to know what's weird? We live in the same complex and you managed to recognize me everywhere in public except where you live."
You furrowed your eyebrows. "You do not live in that complex. The one by the park?"
He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, the penthouse isn't too bad."
You scratched your head. "So, then that means you've seen me before."
"Yup, every single morning. Since the day you moved in. Is that weird?" He asked.
"No, it's not," you giggled.
"You know, I had a nice time tonight. I didn't think I'd end up doing this, but would you like to go out on a date with me? Maybe this weekend?" he asked.
You raised your brows in wonder. You couldn't believe the man you had admired from afar is now asking you out on a date. "Yes, I would love to go out on a date with you."
"Okay, I'll pick you up on Saturday at 7 p.m. I already know where you live so I'll just knock on your door."
With that, the two of you ended up walking back to the complex, considering it was down the street.
"I wouldn't take you for someone that would walk to the bar," you told him as you approached your door.
"Well, I guess you'd have to wait and find out what kind of guy I really am," he said as he winked at you and left. You laughed and shook your head in disbelief. You walked into your house and shut the door behind you. You slid down your door and sat on the floor, reminiscing the events of that night. You genuinely could not believe what was happening and you felt like a lucky girl. You felt like you were back in high school as you replayed memories of Moonbin and his smile.
Pairing: Clubowner!Moonbin x Fem!Reader x MafiaMember!Sanha + Eunwoo as reader brother and Rocky as reader bff
Genre: Angst, slight fluff from time to time, mafia AU, smut, mini serie (based on Bad Idea MV)
Warnings: Suggestive content, NSFW content, +18 content, smut, mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs, mentions of death, mentions of weapons, mentions of torture, mafia AU.
Plot: You never wanted to be part of a mafia. You never wanted that life. But the moment you see Sanha pointing with a gun at your older brother one of the days you accepted his invitation to go out with him, the only thing you can do is accepting his offer of joining his mafia to keep Eunwoo alive.
2 years later, when you go back to that club to get the payment of some random man that were in debt with Sanha, who was now your boyfriend, the shy and handsome owner of the club saves you from a fatal ending when the man you were supposed to kill if something went wrong was about to shoot you.
Now you’ll have to decide if you want to stay with Sanha or if you want to quit that terrible life and start a new one with Moonbin. But things won’t be as easy as it sounds and there are too many factors to consider if you want to keep being alive and, more importantly, if you want to save Eunwoo.
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A/N: I’m super excited about finally starting a little something with Astro 🤩 I really hope you guys enjoy this as much as I’ll enjoy working on it 💜💜
Chapters
Chapter 1: “Join me?”
Chapter 2: “You or your brother.”
Chapter 3: “It’s not a goodbye.”
Chapter 4: “Neither the bad is so bad nor the good so good.”
Chapter 5: “There are some offers you cannot refuse.”
Chapter 6: “I love you.”
Chapter 7: “This is not a night stand, right?”
Chapter 8: “This is not okay.”
Chapter 9: “It was a bad idea.”
Chapter 10: “Once you’re in, you’re in. There’s no turning back.”
[6:42pm] When you and Moonbin stopped for a few minutes to listen to a group of musicians busking on the street, he snuck a glance at you and smiled fondly just as the last song was wrapping up.
“What?” you asked, looking over and catching his eye.
“Nothing,” he said, taking your hand as you continued on your way together. “It’s just every time I look over at you when there’s music playing you’re always dancing.”
"Why have you been avoiding me Y/N?!", he yelled behind you while you were walking away from him.
You two had been walking home from your mutual part-time job, arguing along the way. You haven't only been avoiding eye contact and had minimum interaction with him the whole day, but you also wanted to get home as soon as possible. You wanted to get away from him, because that was the only way to put, what you've been feeling for months now, away from others', esspecially his, eyes to see.
"Because I'm in love with you!", you turned around and yelled back at him, seeing that he's 3 meters away from you.
"When I see your hair, I wanna tangle my fingers in it. When I look at your eyes, I get lost in them. When I see you smile, my heart skips a beat. Your laughter makes me happy and your lips make me wanna kiss you. Do you know how hard it is to contain myself?", you said not expecting a word from him, to which you got exactly that.
He was silent.
"That's why I've been avoiding you. But don't worry, I'm gonna get over you. We just need some time apart and I'll-"
"What makes you think I want to be apart from you?", Bin interupted you taking a step closer looking little irritated.
You two had been friends for 4 years now. You met him in freshmen year of high school, when he approached a quiet girl who didn't know anyone due to coming to a completely new enviroment and not being the most social a.k.a. you. Since then he's been your rock, your partner in crime, your friend, your everything.
"I know you don't, but I need time to get rid of these feelings and-"
"What? Time? Get rid? Y/N what the hell are you talking about?", he asked getting more irritated.
"Bin, I know you don't feel the same and I'm not ruining our friendship because of my stupid feelings!", you yelled at him.
"Who says they're stupid?!", he yelled back at you, his voice echoing through the empty street.
"I do!", you yelled being frustrated.
There was a short silence. Both of you angry and out of breath from yelling at each other.
Like laughter and jokes, which is how most of your days together looked like, there were also the ones filled with yelling and anger. Your fights were never about stupid small things. When you guys fought, it was serious, leading to you two not talking for days. He hurt you, you hurt him, but you never stopped being friends. Maybe because you two worked so well together, you couldn't turn your backs on each other.
"Gosh you're an idiot!", he yelled while putting his hands on his head and pullin his hear.
You rolled your eyes instead of saying anything to his comment.
"What makes you think I want to be apart from you?", he took another step towards you, speaking in a calmer, but still angry tone.
"What makes you think that you need to get rid of your feelings?", he took another step.
"What makes you think you're ruining our friendship? What makes you think your feelings are stupid?", and another step.
"What makes you think I don't feel the same?", he took one final step, now standing in front of you and speaking in a completely calm voice.
"What?", you whispered more to yourself.
"I'm in love with you Y/N", he said looking into your eyes, bending his neck a little.
"Bin stop messing around, it's not nice to make fun of someone's feelings", you said blankly.
You were mid turning around to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist and spun you around. Pulling you by the back of your neck with one, and your waist with the other arm. You didn't even have time to process what's happening, because he was already kissing you.
When you realised, your eyes went wide, you were having hard time breathing and you couldn't believe that it wasn't a dream.
It was cold outside, typical for a winter evening, but you were feeling rather warm. Was it because of his body being pressed so tightly against yours? Or maybe because you were too shocked to register the chilly air around you? Or maybe because the person who you've been falling for, for months now, feels the same?
After a few seconds, he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours and bringing his hand, that was on the back of your neck, down to your waist.
"Do you believe me now?", he asked quietly.
"I don't know, you just stole my first kiss. How can I believe a thief?", you said jokingly while sliding your hands across his chest and slipping them around his neck.
"Oh shut up, you loved it", he said after what you both laughed.
"I love you", he whispered while squeezing your waist slightly.
"I thought I would never hear that from you", you said quietly while pulling his jacket and kissing him again.
A/N: It’s my ults birthday and what better way to get back into writing than write a purely self-indulgent piece about the boy that has my heart? This has a special place in my heart and I know no one will love it the way I do but I hope you at least enjoy it and maybe it puts a smile on your face. I adore cuddly Binnie the most and I’m a major nerd that loves Star Wars (yes, I do in fact own lightsaber chopsticks, what of it) so I just combined those two things to make this absolute mush. So yeah, this is my way of saying Happy Birthday, my love. You mean more to me than you’ll ever know, thank you for being born ❤❤❤❤❤❤
“Quit whining,” you giggled at the pout on Bin’s lips, smoothing out the sheet on the mattress. “We’ll watch whatever movie you want as soon as we finish getting the sheets on the bed.” He groaned dramatically and tugged at one of the corners a little too forcefully, the opposite corner on your side popping up as a result. It was your turn to whine, “Binnie!”
Bin flailed his arms and wailed theatrically, “This is taking forever!” before face planting on the bed, giving up completely.
Instead of being annoyed, you laughed fondly at your boyfriend and flopped onto the bed beside him. “OK, movie now, sheets later. But let’s at least put the pillowcases on the pillows because I can’t just toss yours in the washer to get the drool stains out.”
Without sitting up, Bin grabbed the pillow next to him and forcefully swatted at you with it. “Mhh gffnt thoogh.”
“You so do drool!” You whacked him on the head with the pillow next to you, “I have proof and I see it most mornings.” He mumbled something that sounded like ‘It’s embarrassing’ but you chuckled and shook your head even though he couldn’t see you, “It may be a little gross but it’s oddly adorable. You don’t have to be embarrassed, bug.”
Bin sighed deeply and propped his chin up on his crossed arms, “Can we watch the movie now, please?”
Playfully rolling your eyes, you got up from the bed to fetch the remote and tossed it at him. While he scrolled through Netflix, you put the pillowcases on and started to build a comfy movie fort. Once he’d settled on something, Bin threw the remote towards the foot of the bed and curled up, hogging at least 3 blankets all to himself.
You huffed over-dramatically and gave him puppy-dog eyes, “The blankets get cuddles but I don’t?”
He gave you a look and opened his arms wide. “Come join me in my burrito.” The way the blankets were draped over his arms and around his head like a hood made him look like he had some kind of robe on.
“You look like you have a Jedi robe on,” you snickered, gesturing at him.
Bin jumped around in his seat, “Oooh! I changed my mind on the movie we should watch!”
You crossed your arms over your chest. “We are not watching all 9 Star Wars movies in a row right now.”
“But,” he protested before a sly smirk spread over his thin lips, “Tomorrow’s my birthday.”
Throwing your hands up, you let out an exasperated sigh, “You had to play that card!”
Bin laughed maniacally and rubbed his hands together, looking all the more evil considering his blanket robe. He shuffled forward and reached for the remote again, searching for the first Star Wars movie. “Oooh!” He jumped in his seat again as he chose the movie, “We should eat something so I can use your lightsaber chopsticks.”
“Binnie, it’s almost 10 at night, what would you possibly eat right now?”
He looked lost in thought for a moment before shrugging, “Well, we have to eat at some point during the marathon.”
You scooted over to him and curled into his side, “Are you really going to make me stay up all night to watch all the movies?”
“But it’s my-”
“It’s your birthday, I know. Only for you Binnie, only for you.” You smiled and rested your head on his chest as he played the movie. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you even closer to him while you sighed comfortably. “Mmm, you’re warm.”
Bin laughed lightly, burying his nose in your hair. “And you smell like coconut,” he whispered. “Now, shush. The movie’s starting.” You giggled quietly and contented in his arms.
~~~~~
By the time the first movie had ended, it was just after midnight and Bin was fast asleep. The credits were rolling as you switched off Netflix and the TV, the lack of noise slightly roused Bin. “Hmm? Oh, next movie.” He blinked sleepily at you as you chuckled at him and shook your head.
“We’ll finish them tomorrow. It’s time to sleep now,” you smiled at his tired, pouty face, glancing away to look at the bedside clock. “It’s past midnight, you know what that means,” you whispered, cooing over his now gleeful, but still tired, expression.
He drowsily giggled and cheered softly, “Yayyy!”
“Happy birthday, bug!” You pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose and brushed a few stray hairs out of his eyes. Bin’s eyes slipped closed and he hummed contentedly.
“Mm love you,” he mumbled, giving in as sleep pulled him back.
“I love you, too, bug, so much,” you whispered, curling in closer to him and falling asleep peacefully in his arms.
Pairing: Streetdancer!Moonbin x Ballerina!reader x Streetdancer!Rocky + the rest of Astro as members of the dance group
Genre: street dancers AU, ballerina AU, fluff, slight angst, suggestive
Warnings: slight angst, some suggestive parts, swearing, mentions of surgery, mentions of medicine, brief mentions of death, brief mentions of drugs
Plot: It was your time to shine and be accepted on the most prestigious dance academy in the city. But your ballet dance moves won’t be enough to convince the CEO of the academy. If you really want to be accepted, you'll have to create something new, something impresive. And that’s when you meet Moonbin and Rocky.
The moment they take you to their own little world of street dancers, you finally finally find what can compete your sofisticated and delicate ballet moves and soon you'll find yourself locked in a studio with the two boys and 4 other boys you have managed to gather to create what you believed would be the best choreography that would send you all into the academy.
But things were too perfect to be real and a terrible accident will make you decide whether to stay with the 6 boys and fight for your place in that academy or leave them to continue with their boring lives while you kept having the perfect life everyone thought you had. Sometimes being selfish wasn't the best thing even though your health was in risk.
A/N: Here’s the first part!! Hope you guys enjoy it❤️❤️
Taglist -> @staysstrays (let me know if you want me to add you!)
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“5, 6, 7 and… (Y/N) stop.” Your mentor shouted, knocking you out of your focused bubbled as you tried to keep up with the rhythm and make perfect moves. But apparently, by the way she called out your name telling you to stop, you were definitely doing something really wrong. “What’s wrong with you today? Your retiré and plié are completely wrong!” She scolded you, finally letting you know what you were doing so wrong. “I’m sorry miss, I’m just a bit tired.” You confessed slightly panting, trying to catch your breath.
Being a ballerina and a college student was definitely not a good idea. Ballet always took so much of your time and, unlike the rest of your college friends, instead of spending the days locked inside a library bingeing all your books to get good scores on your tests, you spent the days locked inside the practice room, working so hard to improve your moves so you were able to quit college and attend to the most important dancing academy in the city. But still, you had to pass your exams with good scores if you wanted to keep dancing, after all, you paid the dance academy with the money you received for being an excellent student. Unfortunately, fixing your schedules with classes and dancing lessons wasn’t as easy as you expected.
“If you are tired then you shouldn’t have come to my class, I don’t have time to waste with a tired ballerina.” Your mentor retorted, making you lower your gaze. She had a pretty bad reputation about the bad treatment she had towards the students due to how strict she was. She would never hesitate for a second to scold any student and tell them to leave the practice room if they were messing around with the choreography. Some friends of yours would sometimes ask you why you kept going to her classes if she treats you that bad but you always say that, after all, she’s one of the best ballerinas in the academy. And you weren’t wrong, she was definitely a great ballerina and ballet definitely ran through her veins. You guessed that was the reason why she was so strict. She wanted you all to be as good as she was but that was kind of impossible for a girl like you who had just slept 4h last night due to an upcoming exam. “If you want that place in that academy, you’ll have to work harder even if you’re tired Miss Lee.” She added, turning back to face the stereo to play the music once again. You knew she was right. You knew you had to work even harder if you wanted to enter that academy. And you were really working hard on it but the way she said those words made you feel really insecure about the choreography you’ve been preparing and the amount of time you have spent to practice it.
“(Y/N)!” You heard a familiar voice calling your name from behind as you packed your stuff to leave the practice room and head to the library for studying. You turned to meet one of your friends from the dance academy standing behind you with a worried expression. You could tell she has noticed the black circles under your eyes even though you tried so hard to cover them with make up in the early morning before attending class. “Hey.” You greeted her with a tired and weak smile. All your muscles were in pain and you couldn’t even know how you were able to stand on your feet right now. Maybe it was the 2 coffees you had before getting to class or maybe it was that you have stopped controlling your body movements a long time ago, feeling like a complete zombie. “Are you okay? You look terrible.” Your friend asked worried. “Yeah, don’t worry, it’s just I haven’t had much time for sleeping lately. Have this upcoming exam that is taking more time than what I would like to admit.” A tired sigh escaped your lips as you bent over to grab your bag and exit the practice room with your friend. You really appreciated her worry as a friend but the last thing you needed now was someone scolding you for not having enough rest. “You know how important rest times are for us. (Y/N) if you keep skipping sleeping hours you’ll end up fainting and trust me, Miss Park won’t be there to help you out.” Your friend scolded you as you both walked out of the building. “You don’t understand, do you? It’s easy for you because you can only focus on dancing but I also go to college and if I start failing I won’t be able to keep dancing! Is it that hard for all of you to understand?” You said clearly mad and annoyed by your friend’s advice. You knew everyone gave you those advices for your own mental and physical health but in your point of view, none of them could understand your situation.
Your dream and passion was dancing, you were born to dance and it was your entire life. You danced when you were happy, you danced when you were sad, you danced when you were mad… You always danced. And it was a big no no for you to give up dancing. If you stopped dancing, your whole world and life would tumble down in a matter of seconds. But you couldn’t stop studying either because thanks to being in college, you got the average amount of money you needed to pay the academy. In conclusion, you couldn’t give up any of your problems. Your only solution was working even harder to get that place in that academy with a scholarship that would give you the chance of quitting college and fully focusing on becoming the great ballerina you always dreamt of.
With no more words, you increased your speed, leaving your friend behind as you walked towards the library. The streets were crowded even though it was getting dark. The same song you have been listening to for the past month was now repeating over and over again on your phone as you walked through the busy streets of the city as you mentally reviewed the choreography you had prepared for the audition to enter the academy. At this point, you could tell the music has engraved its notes in your brain and even though you knew the very basics about sol-fa, you could immediately recognize the notes of that specific song.
You were about to arrive at the library when loud music coming from a semi dark alley got your attention. You were surprised by the type of music it was being played since you knew those kind of alleys were usually used for selling drugs and some other illegal things but when you heard a song you really liked, you couldn’t help the growing curiosity to get closer to the small alley and take a look at what was going on.
As soon as you peeked around the corner of the street, you met with two boys randomly dancing to the song you have recognized. Their dance moves were pretty clean and you could tell both of them have been dancing hip hop style for quite long by how smooth they moved. They’re faces as they danced reflected how much they both enjoyed dancing and how happy they felt while the music flowed through their veins. You missed that feeling while dancing… “Can we help you?” One of the boys asked, knocking you out of your thoughts. You were too immersed in them, you didn’t notice they had stopped dancing to stare at you the same way you were staring at them. “No, I was just passing by…” You answered, lowering your gaze clearly shy about getting caught for staring at two boys. You took a few seconds to analyze them sideways. One of them had a perfect brown hair that delicately fell before his dark eyes, giving him an intimidating look. The other boy had cotton candy pink hair that didn’t really fit the vibe he actually gave due to his height. “You’re a SOPA student?” The brown haired boy asked with a deep voice, pointing at the few metal badges that decorated your bag. “I’m trying to.” You answered, looking down at the metal badges and weakly smiling. You really wanted to be part of that academy and you really wished someday you could change your answer to that question. “Ballerina, huh?” The pink haired boy said, reading your figure like if you were a book, analyzing every single detail of your outfit that could give him the perfect hints to guess what your dancing style was. You just shyly nodded, looking down at your outfit that shouted the word ‘ballet’. Their eyes were piercing you like a knife as they analyzed you from head to toes. “I think I should get going, someone’s waiting for me at the library.” You said turning around and trying to hide your red cheeks. Both of them standed there eyeing you as you walked away. What a pleasant yet awkward meeting you had with those two handsome boys.
As soon as you entered the library, you could spot the only reason why you could still stand on your feet, your best friend Sanha. "Wow I thought you were about to leave me all alone in here once again.” He said, removing his messy notes from your side of the table. “Get over it Sanha, I only did that once.” You said rolling your eyes as you sat down and started getting your books out of your bag. “What were you doing that took you so long to come? Didn’t you say the practice room closed at 7pm?” He said, checking the time on the clock hanging on the wall behind you. “It’s already 8:30pm.” He added, pointing at the small clock. “I was just talking with some random guys.” You said, moving your attention from the clock your friend has pointed out back into your books. “Boys? Wow you’re not the (Y/N) I know.” Sanha said, mocking you. He was actually right and you hated that he knew you so well but, after all, he was your best friend and the 19 years of friendship both of you had on your back didn’t go unnoticed when it came to knowing facts about each other. You could tell he even knew you better than you did yourself from time to time and so did you for him. “May I know who they were? Were they handsome?” He started his ‘best friend interrogation session’. That’s how he liked to call it, blame him for having a disgusting taste for naming things. “I don’t even know them, for God’s sake Sanha.” You said rolling your eyes. “And? Since when do you have to know someone to tell if they're handsome or not?” He complained. He somehow had a point and you hated it. “Well, yeah, they were handsome and what?” You embarrassingly admitted. You would be lying if you told him that the two boys you met a few minutes ago in that dark alley weren’t handsome but talking about it in a library with your best friend was not a good idea. “Is there anything you can tell me so I can find out who they are? You know, I have contacts.” Sanha said, wiggling his eyebrows. You knew everyone knew him and he knew everyone. That was the blessing and curse that you had to bear with for being his best friend. You knew he would do some kind of FBI investigation to find out who those boys were and even where they studied. Sometimes he really scared the shit out of you because of his meticulous research on the people you talked about with him. But deeply inside you, you really wanted to know who those boys were. The way they danced left you mesmerized and there was no way you were wasting the opportunity of getting someone’s advice on your choreography, especially when those someones were them. “I saw them in the alley near here. They were dancing hip hop so I guess they’re street dancers. One of them was short and had brown hair, he looked pretty intimidating. The other one was pretty tall and wore cotton candy pink hair, he seems nice but kind of scary though.” You explained. As you explained the looks of the two boys, Sanha’s face turned from a curious one to a surprised one. “Wow, you’re really describing my friends.” He suddenly said. His words pierced you like a knife. Sanha would call absolutely everyone ‘friend’ but whenever he talked with you, he would only refer to ‘friends’ those who were really close to him. “Your friends?” You asked with a shaky and nervous thread of voice. “Yeah, Moonbin and Rocky. They were my neighbors when we were in elementary school.” Sanha said. “Wait, I’m sure you know them. Remember the two kids that always stared at you while you danced?” He added, unlocking a ton of hidden memories from your brain.
FLASHBACK
The sun was warmly illuminating the small porch of your best friend’s house. You would go there every now and then so he could monitor your practices and give you his objective opinion on how your choreographies looked. After all, having a friend that loved filming wasn’t as annoying as it may sound. “How was it?” You asked him once you have finished your choreography. “Pretty cool actually, but that foot kind of missed the tempo.” Sanha said, pointing at your left foot. He became really picky about your dance moves as years went by and he learnt more and more about ballet thanks to you. “Fine.” You said, rolling your eyes and removing your dancing shoes to get on your ankle boots.
“Hey who are those two boys? They’ve been staring at us for quite a long.” You said, pointing at the two boys hanging on the porch in front of Sanha’s house. “Oh, they just moved there, I’ve heard they also dance. Maybe they are just getting ideas?” Sanha said downplaying the fact of two boys staring at you. Maybe he was right, but you were curious about them.
END OF FLASHBACK
“They are those kids?!?!?!?” You said, a bit too louder for what you would like to admit. “Shh, you’re gonna get us scolded.” Sanha said covering your mouth and scolding you for being loud. “And yes, they are those kids.” He said, removing his hand from your mouth. You were surprised by how both of them have changed since then. Well, it has been ages since you saw them and never knew about them again so it was normal that they changed but you didn’t expect them to have THAT change. “Want me to introduce them to you?” Sanha said, wiggling his eyebrows once again. “Stop saying that if you don’t want me to slap that stupid grin off your face.” You said, moving his face away from yours so he would stop staring awkwardly at you. “Ouch that hurts.” He said, placing his hand on his chest, acting like your words hurt his heart.
You were too shy and embarrassed for asking him to introduce them to you but you couldn’t help thinking about it non stop. The thought of having them giving you their opinion on your choreography kept popping up on your mind throughout the entire time you spent in the library and even throughout the entire night once you arrived home. They asked you if you were a SOPA student so maybe it was because THEY were students in there or knew someone from there. They were the gate to you being accepted in that academy, or at least that’s what you thought.
Pairing: Streetdancer!Moonbin x Ballerina!Reader x Streetdancer!Rocky + the rest of Astro as members of the dance group
Genre: street dancers AU, ballerina AU, fluff, slight angst, suggestive
Warnings: slight angst, some suggestive parts, swearing, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, mentions of surgery, mentions of medicine, brief mentions of death
Plot: It was your time to shine and be accepted on the most prestigious dance academy in the city. But your ballet dance moves won’t be enough to convince the CEO of the academy. If you really want to be accepted you’ll have to create something new, something impresive. And that’s when you meet Moonbin and Rocky.
The moment they take you to their own little world of street dancers, you finally find what can complete your sofisticated and delicated ballet moves and soon you found yourself locked in a studio with the two boys nd 4 other boys you have managed to gather to create what you believed would the best coreography that would send you all into the academy.
But things were too perfect to be real and an terrible accident will make you decide wether to stay with the 6 boys and fight for your place in that academy or leave them to continue with their boring lives while you kept having the perfect life everyone though you had. Sometimes being selfish wasn’t the best thing even though your health was in risk.
A/N: I’m really excited about making this story 🤩🤩🤩 I hope you guys enjoy it 💜
