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[soundtrack: f(x), ‘Hot Summer’]
[the music here is pretty nice, but something has been catching his eye, and it’s absolutely been bugging him. he hasn’t lacked for partners-- he doesn’t think anybody could lack for partners here, honestly-- but even so, isn’t that Putri? he wouldn’t have thought his parkour-running building-flinging mile-a-minute courier would be standing on the sidelines, but there she is, certainly, with her arms folded, no less.]
[he squints. maybe she just doesn’t like the music? but she’s been looking at the dancefloor with unmitigated longing, and her foot is clearly tapping in time-- hard not to see, because she’s in a very nicely-fitting suit.]
[well, he’s been that boy too long to leave you hanging by the side of the dance floor wistfully. straightening up, taking a moment to find his feet, and then sweeping over to you, spine one long line, and catching your arm.]
Putri-san, Putri-san! [having to raise his voice a little to be heard over the music, tugging your arm and dimpling up at you.] Come dance with me, don’t you like kpop?
