Mamamoo Oneshots

Dance, Little Puppy

I stood in the doorway.

You were dancing.

Dancing with no goal.

Shuffling your legs, swinging your arms.

You looked like a fool.

But you were so cute.

So carefree.

Dance, little puppy.

I clapped when the song ended.

You whirled around, embarrassed that I had witnessed you dancing.

I laughed it off and stepped closer to you.

I knew I wasn't a good dancer like you.

But I could try something simple.

I took a hold of your small hand.

You licked your lips and shyly smiled at me.

I knew then that I couldn't live without you.

And deep down, you couldn't live without me.

You placed your hand on my shoulder.

I placed mine on your waist.

We intertwined our hands.

And we danced.

Twirled.

Spun.

At one point I dipped you.

And I saw your eyes.

Full of adoration.

Amazement.

Love.

And I kissed you.

But we were not alone.