the most beautiful girl
the most beautiful girl
sooho / g / fluff / 618 words
for politicalfruits for the kpop_het monthly fanfic req post! hope you like it. <3 sorry if it's too fluffy and plot-less for you, but i hope you like it anyways? <3 inspired by the song lady in red by chris de burgh.
her toes were pointed and her neck was long. she was swan-like, except a swan would envy the grace she seemed to maintain.
because sooyoung was beautiful.
junho watched as she, a single girl in a box of three walls made of white concrete and one made of mirror, filled the room with her movements.
it seemed like she controlled the rhythm of the song with the way her delicate legs moved, in contrast to the ballet music she was supposed to follow. she was so beautiful that music followed her.
the red of her skirt were like lipstick stains, the way they swayed in the air like light brushes. she was one of those people who red tulle didn’t look too harsh on; she still looked like a fairy, like magic. she controlled color.
her grin was subtle up to the end, making her cheekbones raise and her eyes twinkle and the way the light hit her face - it was incredible. a painting made to life.
she ended her dance with a twirl in midair. it was like she had wings, the way she landed on the tips of her toes; soft, as if an angel caught her, as if the floor was made of clouds and not of varnished wood.
the song had ended but it still seemed like there was a piano around, playing a love ballad softly and threading it through junho’s ears. it was the way she turned around and looked at him with her eyes like melted chocolate that made his mind play sweet melodies.
“hey,” he breathed, smiling at her, leaning against the doorframe of the dance studio, with a smile that never left his lips (or eyes).
his heart was beating faster as she stalked towards him with her long legs, still on her toes. her gaze made him want to melt and the soft smile on her lips made him want to kiss her, right then and there. the sight of her at the moment made him more aware that it was just the two of them, standing in front of each other, because they were the only things in the space of the room that really mattered.
that meant that at this moment (and forever for junho), she was the most beautiful girl that ever existed.
beautiful words are expected as she opens her mouth with a smile.
“hey, big ass, you have my food?”
the tone of her voice was far from insulting, though far from graceful.
beautiful, though; always.
no matter what, she made junho grin with delight, with the way she bit her lip and the way she laughed after she said it.
he raised the brown paper bag in his hand and shrugged his shoulders, his head cocked to one side and a chuckle on his lips as he watched her eyes sparkle with excitement.
all of a sudden, thin arms were wrapped around his figure, and a warm cheek was against his own. his eyes widened (but not by much) but in the end, he smiled again.
“you're beautiful,” he whispered into her ear. he could feel her smile widen against his cheekbones, and he could feel her resisting an eye roll. he chuckled and hugged her even tighter, her bones on his.
"i love you," he said to the most beautiful girl that ever existed.
sooyoung let go of his torso, stepped back once, and rolled her eyes. she grabbed the bag of food with her nimble fingers, seemingly ungrateful, though something about her smile told him that later on, she’d reply by burping the words “i love you, too”.
and that’s why she was the most beautiful girl that ever existed.
sooho / g / fluff / 618 words
for politicalfruits for the kpop_het monthly fanfic req post! hope you like it. <3 sorry if it's too fluffy and plot-less for you, but i hope you like it anyways? <3 inspired by the song lady in red by chris de burgh.
her toes were pointed and her neck was long. she was swan-like, except a swan would envy the grace she seemed to maintain.
because sooyoung was beautiful.
junho watched as she, a single girl in a box of three walls made of white concrete and one made of mirror, filled the room with her movements.
it seemed like she controlled the rhythm of the song with the way her delicate legs moved, in contrast to the ballet music she was supposed to follow. she was so beautiful that music followed her.
the red of her skirt were like lipstick stains, the way they swayed in the air like light brushes. she was one of those people who red tulle didn’t look too harsh on; she still looked like a fairy, like magic. she controlled color.
her grin was subtle up to the end, making her cheekbones raise and her eyes twinkle and the way the light hit her face - it was incredible. a painting made to life.
she ended her dance with a twirl in midair. it was like she had wings, the way she landed on the tips of her toes; soft, as if an angel caught her, as if the floor was made of clouds and not of varnished wood.
the song had ended but it still seemed like there was a piano around, playing a love ballad softly and threading it through junho’s ears. it was the way she turned around and looked at him with her eyes like melted chocolate that made his mind play sweet melodies.
“hey,” he breathed, smiling at her, leaning against the doorframe of the dance studio, with a smile that never left his lips (or eyes).
his heart was beating faster as she stalked towards him with her long legs, still on her toes. her gaze made him want to melt and the soft smile on her lips made him want to kiss her, right then and there. the sight of her at the moment made him more aware that it was just the two of them, standing in front of each other, because they were the only things in the space of the room that really mattered.
that meant that at this moment (and forever for junho), she was the most beautiful girl that ever existed.
beautiful words are expected as she opens her mouth with a smile.
“hey, big ass, you have my food?”
the tone of her voice was far from insulting, though far from graceful.
beautiful, though; always.
no matter what, she made junho grin with delight, with the way she bit her lip and the way she laughed after she said it.
he raised the brown paper bag in his hand and shrugged his shoulders, his head cocked to one side and a chuckle on his lips as he watched her eyes sparkle with excitement.
all of a sudden, thin arms were wrapped around his figure, and a warm cheek was against his own. his eyes widened (but not by much) but in the end, he smiled again.
“you're beautiful,” he whispered into her ear. he could feel her smile widen against his cheekbones, and he could feel her resisting an eye roll. he chuckled and hugged her even tighter, her bones on his.
"i love you," he said to the most beautiful girl that ever existed.
sooyoung let go of his torso, stepped back once, and rolled her eyes. she grabbed the bag of food with her nimble fingers, seemingly ungrateful, though something about her smile told him that later on, she’d reply by burping the words “i love you, too”.
and that’s why she was the most beautiful girl that ever existed.