What Is Love
Description
Everyday after school, she would watch him dance from a window. Creepy, you might think. But he thinks otherwise. He knows that she's watching him, but does nothing about it. Not one word is exchanged between the two, and that was just their routine. But when their routine changes and their two worlds collide, she can't help but think that it's all fate.
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title: { what is love }
author: { emxily }
status: { complete }
date created: { 130824 }
date finished: { 130825 }
genre: { romance }
pairings: { jongin + oc, baekhyun + chanyeol }
characters: { jongin, minhee, baekhyun, chanyeol, kyungsoo, sehun, and jin ah }
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Omg, this is my second fic about Jongin. Yay. *audience applauds*
So yeah, this is pretty much just a short-story. The reason why the status is "complete", is because I have officially completed the whole story and I'm done writing it. This story was already saved in my drafts and I've been planning to share it with you all for a long time, and I finally got the time do so.
This is going to be 20 chapters long, so please do not have any high expectations. This is just a short-story. I hope you all enjoy it, and thank you for reading! Comments, upvotes, etc. are much appreciated. (:
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Foreword
It was a rainy day. I was walking home from school, and the route that I usually took on the way home was blocked. I decided that it wouldn't hurt to take the longer route, so that's exactly what I did.
I honestly would've never thought that it would've effected me so much.
On the way home, I heard loud music playing. The music was the type of music that I listened to. The song was a slow song, and it was one of my most favorite songs ever.
I followed the sound of where the music was coming from, and it lead me to this old dance studio that was around the corner. I looked through the window. Fortunately, the window was cracked open just enough so that I could see everything that was going on in the dance studio.
There was a dark-haired boy there. No one else was in there but him. He was dancing so gracefully and he looked so beautiful that it was mesmerizing. I loved seeing the way his body moved to the beat of the song. I loved the way his body moved. I loved everything about his dancing.
I didn't need to know his name. All I needed was to see him dance, and it made me feel happy on the inside.
I continued to watch him dance, and I felt my heart beating at an abnormally fast rate. I just didn't understand what it was about him whenever he danced, but he truly looked like he was at peace.
Ever since that day, I would always return. I would always return to that same dance studio just to see him dance. Much to my surprise, everytime that I came, he would be there. The same slow song would be playing, and the window would still be cracked open.
I wondered if this was what he liked to do in his free time. He looked like he had so much passion for dancing, and it was really touching. I could feel the emotion that he tried to put into his moves.
I wanted to know so much more about him, but I honestly didn't know what to do. So I didn't do anything. I just continued to stare at him from the window, and I continued to watch him dance. He never said a word to me, and whenever he turned off the music, I would immediately run off.
I thought that he didn't notice me watching him.
But, I was wrong.
Really wrong.
Very wrong.
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