#i didn't find the appeal of this perf until months later when i was feeling down

[drowninchampain]

lyrics that spoke truth : lee young ji ft. woo won jae, changmo - go high (prod. code kunst)

[jojothaho]

Dance Dance. Draken, Mikey, Nahoya, Hanma.

Word Count: 1,011

AHHH OMG @sanchezbloodline, I'm so sorry it took me this long! I fully intended on posting yesterday, until I read through and realized I didn't even write Hanmas part, smh.

Request: Them with a Fem Latinex Dancer.

No warnings, please enjoy.

Draken

Draken never understood the appeal of watching someone do something, the concept bored him. That's why, for the longest time, he was hesitant to go to one of your performances.

But he's seriously regretting that right about now, as he watched you Rumba your way around stage.

Draken is completely and utterly mesmerized by you; The crowd disappears, and it feels like it's only you, dancing just for him.

"I never knew you could dance like that!?"

"You would've if you came to my shows sooner <3."

From that moment on, Draken becomes your biggest fanboy.

He came to all your performances, even if you weren't the star of the show. It didn't matter to him, as long as he could see you move.

Draken would drive you anywhere for your shows, no matter how many hours on the road, he insists.

Do you need money for a new dress? He's got you, babe. A fan getting a little too comfortable? He'll lay em out.

Draken brags to the guys about you ALL the time, like full-on fangirling, but whenever they ask to come to one of your shows, he vetos the idea immediately.

Mikey

Mikey watching one of your performances was pure coincidence. One of Emma's friends bailed last minute for a concert, so she dragged him along. Just his luck, huh?

But Mikey knew nothing about dancing; It wasn't something he was particularly interested in.

The music wasn't remotely close to his tastes, so instead, he people watched, hoping for something interesting. And then his eyes landed on you, the lead dancer.

When Mikey saw you dance, any thoughts about another woman vaporized.

The way you swayed and rocked on stage was like magic, every movement of your body a spell. And Mikey? He was enchanted.

After the concert was over, Mikey met you backstage and professed his newfound love. You were flattered, but you didn't think he was any different than any other fan in "love" with you.

"Aw, I'm flattered love, but you know I get that every day."

"I'm different. though."

"Really?" You weren't convinced.

"If you don't believe my words, then let my actions speak."

And after that night, Mikey showed up to all of your performances, cheering you on and complementing your moves. And some nights, he even had backstage passes.

He was there whenever you were in a jam and needed a ride. He was there whenever a crazed fan followed you home. And whenever you got lonely and just needed company, Mikey was there.

One time Mikey almost folded a fan because they got "too close." They were 3 feet away. It's concerning sometimes, but you find his protectiveness adorable.

The two of you have gotten so close, there isn't a time when he isn't beside you, apart from your performances of course.

And a few months later, you couldn't bring yourself to resist Mikey any longer.

Nahoya

Nahoya was aware that you had dance partners, and he was completely fine with that. Until he saw you dance.

He soon realized that he couldn't handle you dancing with another man in front of him. He understood that it was your career, but it needed to be his hands roaming all over you, it needed to be him dipping you.

"Give me a month <3"

"Hmm? A month for what, babe?"

"In one month, I will be your only partner."

And in a month's time, the two of you went at it, a practice session, of course.

Nahoya stunned you.

You've never had a partner so skilled they made you almost forget the routine.

"Are you sure you've only been practicing for a month?"

"Hm, is that your way of complimenting me? <3"

Your first night together on stage was rapturous, and Nahoya couldn't stop flirting. The two of you were a perfect combination, and he knew it too.

"We're perf-"

"Shh! Talk to me with your body, not your lips."

And talk he did, it was more like a conversation. The way your bodies flowed and whisked together, the audience would've thought you danced together for years.

You had a Merengue mambo that put others to S H A M E.

You two ATE on the floor and left ZERO crumbs. With every sway of your hips, Nahoya was perfectly in sync, following up and spurring you on.

And for years after, the two of you would go on dancing, becoming a sensational dancing duo all around the globe.

Hanma

This man Hanma would buy out an ENTIRE theater.

You were just too perfect, too beautiful to dance in front of anyone but him; And honestly, you never liked sharing the dancefloor anyways.

You were more than happy to dance for him. Dancing was your passion, t was in your blood, and if Hanma loved to see it, then that was all the better.

The floor was a blank canvas, and you were there to decorate it. And of course, Hanma would decorate you. Only the finest and softest silks for his love while she's at work.

Even from his seat at the top of the theater, you could feel his steely eyes, silently observing and assessing every move you made. It only fueled your passion to dance, to showcase everything you were capable of.

Soon though, you would realize that you needed an audience. You missed the thrill of having an audience, the feeling of being part of something bigger.

When you spoke to Hanma about it, he was against it at first, but after seeing how desperate about it, he allowed it. If you're happy, he's happy, even if that means sharing you with the world.

"Really!? Do you mean it Hanma!?"

"Tch, don't make me change my mind. If you really want something, it's not like I could keep you from it."

And so you went public again, your success and publicity blooming with every step of your Bachata.

And Hanma is okay with this, but only if he has front-row seats to every performance.