Foolish
Description
Daphne Eun Mi Park comes to Korea (from America) with her best friend, Scarlett, to solely study. However, she is met with compications after she is accepted as a back-up dancer from Cube Entertainment. After realizing that dancing is such a huge passion for her, she is met with conflicting career choices: should she become a doctor, something that her parents have always wanted, or should she follow her aspirations and become a full time dancer?
Along the way, she meets cute and innocent Yang Yoseob of the boy group Beast. At first glance, Yoseob can be seen as chaste and pure with his broad smile and adorable button nose, but what happens when that angelic image is shed and Daphne finally sees Yoseob as what he's always been: a man.
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Disclaimer: I in no way own any of the members of Beast. I am also "flagrant" on b2strising and I might post my story there as well, so please don't get confused! :)
Foreword
They sat against the wall, neither of them speaking a word, letting the awkwardness sink in. She could hear his breathing audibly, seeing his chest heave up and down out of the corner of her eye as her shoulder and his barely touched, teasing each other. His head was stationary; using his peripherals, his eyes lingered toward her direction, hoping that she would say something. He mustered up his confidence and decided that it was best if he started.
“Daphne,” he uttered her name, breaking the silence, tilting his head towards her. He saw her do the same. His heart began to flutter as she stared so intently into his eyes.
“Yes?” she managed to say hoarsely, her heartbeat gradually increasing. His face was merely few centimeters away from hers as he brought his face closer to hers, their noses nearly touching.
“Can I...” he began softly, his hot breath tickling her lips teasingly, “kiss you?”
Her large brown eyes widened, unsure of what to say. She wanted to say yes so badly, but the word was caught in . She stared at his eyes longingly, as she felt his warm hands clasp carefully around her cheeks comfortably. His touch was gentle yet so electrifying, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. At last, the words finally escaped from .
“Y-yes,” she whispered.
She felt his eager lips press upon hers immediately after she gave permission, and she felt herself become lost within his touch. It felt like bliss to her. It was bliss.
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