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"Aurore, you are up with Taehyung next, get ready," Mr. Im says as he marks the names on the sheet. She sighs and forces herself to get up from the floor she is sitting on. Her heart skips a beat when she sees him. She remembers how her lips tremble and how her heart wrenches when she tries to hide her feelings towards him. She fakes a smile and goes to the center. She straightens her back and smiles.
"Hey," his voice comes off breathy when he takes her hand and comes closer to her. The knot in her throat getting bigger and bigger as she tries to stop the tears that are welling up in her eyes. It has become hard for her to control her heart these days. She thought it was a mere crush but it turned into a one side love that is slowly killing her from inside.
"Hi," she returns. Her body trembles when he puts his arms around her waist and starts to sway them together. She doesn't say anything else after that afraid she might bawl her eyes out. She hates it. The feeling of so near yet so far. He is right there in front of her and right there taking her in his arms.
But
He is not hers.
Everything was fine until Taehyung came into her life. She was just this cheerful girl whose passion was just dance. And one day he came, a big boxy smile on his face and a thick Spanish accent under his light korean words.
"Senorita!"
She used to love that. Used to love hearing his voice. Used to love being called Senorita by him. She thought it was going to work out eventually. Thought that he was going to be hers and thought that it would be fine to go with the flow.
Until…
She came in. His girlfriend from Spain. She wasn't sad but angry. How dare he treat her like she was special all along only to reveal that he has a girlfriend. To push her into hopeless dreams and crush them with a hedge hammer bashing over them over and over again until all of them are left with no traces but unrecognisable broken pieces. She can't hate him because she loves him too much. She can't even be rude to him because she can't stand to see that cute smile fade away from his face.
So she decides.
To move from the academy and start fresh in a new one. She hasn't told the teacher yet. She thinks it is the best way to stop being masochistic. Hence she lets this final dance be the one she is going to remember for the rest of her life. Even though she can't have him, she will have these memories.
She twirls and falls in his arms which he catches with ease. He brings his hand up and traces it down her face to her neck with the back of hand. He jerks her up, her face closer to his and she can actually smell his mint breath when he exhales through the mouth. She gulps and presses down the severe urge to kiss him on his soft pink lips. They hear coos from their fellow dancers when he lifts her by hips and lands her down with butter like movements. He pulls her closer to him and she falls on him, her back against him. Her head falls back on his shoulder when he traces his hand up her hand and ends the performance in that iconic ending pose.
