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.
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.
Taglist -> (Let me know if you want to be added!)
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.”
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!)
Masterlist
“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 💜
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 find what can complete 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 second part! Hope you guys enjoy it ❤️
Taglist -> @staysstrays (letme know if you want me to add you!)
Masterlist
It’s been already a week since you had that little meeting with Rocky and Moonbin and you couldn’t help keeping them in mind as days went by. You really wondered if they could help you out with the audition in some kind of way, and even though you haven’t talked about it with Sanha, he perfectly could read your mind like if it was a book. After all, he has been your best friend for the last 19 years.
You found yourself locked in the practice room of your academy, trying your best to focus on the new dance moves you were trying to pull into the choreography you were preparing for the audition. Suddenly, a strong knock on the small glass of the door knocked you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to reality. You were surprised to find a smiley Sanha standing in the doorway with a little box with Dunkin’ Donuts logo on it and a bag with what you guessed were your favorite bubble tea. “What are you doing here?” You asked, checking him out from head to toes, scanning his tall figure. “Can’t I pay a visit to my best friend and treat her to a delicious breakfast?” He said, slightly pouting and entering the practice room. “Sure, you can go in, make yourself at home.” You said rolling your eyes and closing the door after he entered. “What do you want? You don’t usually treat me to anything.” You said, crossing your arms on your chest and leaning on the mirror, waiting for him to give you a good excuse. It was no secret you were always the one treating Sanha to something and that whenever he was the one treating you, there was always something behind it. “I just wanted to eat breakfast with you!” He said pouting again as he sat on the floor, placing the little box and the bubble teas in front of him. “Sanha, it’s 11:30am. It’s not even breakfast time.” You let out a small laugh at his lame excuse. “Okay fine, I have something for you and I couldn’t wait until tonight to give it to you.” He confessed, giving up on making a better excuse to convince you of him just wanting to treat you. “I don’t have time now, I’m practicing, you can give it to me once I’m finished.” You said, bending down to get a donut and sipping your bubble tea. Right after, you extended your hand towards the purple haired boy, waiting for him to take it so you could help him get up and get him out of your practice room so you could practice your dance moves peacefully. “Thank you for the visit, I love you, muack muack.” You said as you pushed him out of the room. “I have Moonbin and Rocky’s number.” Sanha blurted it out, knowing you would definitely let him stay and give you all the information he had. The moment those words escaped his lips, your entire body froze in there. “You what?” You said with a thread of voice, not believing the audacity of your best friend. “I told you I had contacts.” He said with a satisfied tone and a victorious smile.
You couldn’t let him go and act like nothing happened. You needed to know every single detail about how and why he got their numbers. And just like he was a few minutes ago, you both now found yourself sitting on the wooden floor, tasting the delicious donuts and bubble tea as you listened to the story your friend had to tell like a little kid carefully listening to a fairytale. “I knew you would want it so I just approached them and asked for their number.” Sanha explained, still wearing that victorious smile that's driving you insane. “And that’s not all, I told them you would meet them tonight at the same alley you met them last week.” He said, slightly flinching as he saw your eyes burning in anger because of what he just did. “Don’t look at me like that!! I know I just did you a favor, you should be thankful.” He said, pulling himself away from you so he could be safe from your hands. “Why did you have to do that?!?!?!?!?” You said, clearly annoyed and mad at him for telling them you would meet them for God knows what that night. Now you had to deal with the disaster your best friend made. You of course wanted to get close to them, you have been wanting that for the entire week, but wanting and actually doing it is completely different. “(Y/N) I heard the conversation you had with your mentor yesterday. You know you need those two kids to get that place in SOPA.” Sanha said, trying his best to convince you that all he was doing was giving you the help you were quietly asking to get. When you realized Sanha has overheard your conversation with your mentor, your face expression softened.
FLASHBACK
“If you really want that place in SOPA you better get something new Miss Lee.” Your mentor said as soon as you finished showing her what you’ve been preparing for the audition. “Just ballet won’t give you the place you deserve. You’re a great dancer but they already have too many ballerinas. If you really want to win, you’ll have to innovate.” She added, walking out of the practice room right after, leaving you there all alone.
Her words kept clouding your mind and you couldn’t help thinking about the facts she just said. You knew pretty well that if you didn’t do something impressive, judges would rather accept someone from another dance style before accepting you. And that was a big problem. You already had almost the entire choreography sorted out and what was worse, you had no idea of what to do to be innovative with ballet. But then, those two names popped up in your mind once again. Moonbin and Rocky.
END OF FLASHBACK
“This is your opportunity to talk with them and convince them to help you out with the audition.” Sanha said. His voice was full of determination and his eyes were gleaming with a special light you have never seen before. It felt like he was the one auditioning and not you. But he somehow had a point. Deeply inside your heart, you knew those two boys were your only saviors for the audition and you had no better option. Finally, even though you were shaking at the thought of having a random meeting with them, you gave in and agreed with Sanha to meet the two boys that night and convince them to help you out.
Your hands were sweating and you felt your legs resembling a weak jelly. The thought of meeting Moonbin and Rocky so randomly in 30 minutes was driving you insane and the fact of having Sanha devouring you with his gaze waiting for you to admit that you were nervous to the point that your heart would jump out of your ribcage, wasn't helping at all. Maybe letting him stay with you in the practice room wasn't a good idea but it was too late to regret your life choices.
"Won't you change your clothes before meeting them?" Sanha said, knocking you out of your thoughts. He was getting closer and closer to the edge of your patience and he was pulling some strings he shouldn't be pulling. "Will you ever just shut your mouth and just smile?" You asked mad. He was literally getting on your nerves and, even though he would always joke calling you Saint Lee for being so patient, you had your limits, and he was about to cross it if he kept asking you what you thought were stupid questions. "Yo chill, I was just asking." He said rolling his eyes and putting his hands up in defense.
The longest 30 minutes of your life finally came to an end and you found yourself walking into the semi dark alley you were supposed to meet Moonbin and Rocky. Everything felt so familiar, like if you were recreating the scene you lived last night. It would have been like traveling back in time if it weren't because of Sanha walking beside you plotting absolutely everything you had to say to convince the two boys about helping you out.
"We thought you wouldn't come." Rocky said, knocking you out of the little argument you were having with Sanha as you walked into the small alley. "What made you think like that bro? You know I always keep my promises." Sanha said, approaching the brown haired boy and giving him a friendly hug. Since when have they been this close? You thought to yourself when you saw how they treated each other. "Nice to see you again, ballerina." Moonbin said, scanning your figure once again, just like he did last night. "I see you haven't changed your style." Rocky added, turning to face you and check out your outfit as well. "I don't think it's that bad… And I have a name by the way." You said, looking down at your own outfit. "(Y/N) right? It fits your ballerina style." Moonbin joked.
Suddenly, all your wishes and desires of meeting them faded away as soon as you found out their personalities. You had enough with Sanha to have to bear with another two annoying asses like Moonbin and Rocky seemed to be. They really fitted Sanha's ideal type of friends. "So, what do you want to talk about?" Rocky said, sitting on the curb. "I want to be a SOPA student." You said without hesitating. You didn't really know why and from where you got so confident all of a sudden but deeply inside you, you knew it was better if you blurted it out. It was like when you removed a bandage from a wound, better tear it up fast, it'll hurt less. "And? It's not like we are the judges or something." Moonbin said, letting out a sarcastic laugh as he leaned on the wall and crossed his arms against his chest. "My mentor wants me to innovate on ballet and I thought about mixing it with other styles." You explained. Your eyes were glued to the floor, completely unable to make eye contact with the two boys standing in front of you or with your best friend who was carefully watching your words from beside you. "Well, that will be innovating for sure." Rocky said, letting out a small laugh. You couldn't tell if he laughed because your idea sounded stupid or if it was because he actually liked it. "She just needs you to gather people from other styles." Sanha added, trying his best to add as much information as he could so they would accept your offer. "And if you help me out, you'll also be able to be part of the academy." You added, looking at them right in their eyes for the very first time. You could notice their gaze softened and filled up with hope and illusion as soon as you said they would also be able to be part of the academy.
FLASHBACK
"Are you sure about it?" Moonbin asked, worry written all over his face as he read the letter he was holding in his hands. "We don't have any other options." Rocky added, his eyes filling up with a sad gleam that would be replaced for tears soon.
Being a SOPA student was definitely the best thing that could ever happen to both of them. Unfortunately, they have been hanging around illegal dancing battles with other street dancers, something that was strictly prohibited in the academy. And now, their only option was leaving the academy by their own feet before someone discovered the truth and ruined the faultless reputation they both had as hip hop dancers.
END OF FLASHBACK
"What makes you think we want to be part of that academy?" Rocky said, clear pain reflected on his eyes. "Look, I know nothing about you and you know nothing about me but I live for that academy and for dance. I've seen that look before. Just give it a try." You said with your best begging eyes. You could see deeply inside them they also had the same desire of being part of that academy. If only you knew half of the story.
"Fine. You have 1 week to convince us. If it's convincing enough, we'll be part of your group for the audition." Moonbin finally said after a few seconds of silence where only gazes were exchanged. "But before we do anything else or go somewhere else, change your clothes, they'll look at you weirdly if you appear looking like that." Rocky added laughing and pointing at your classy clothes.
