The first drabble
Loud screams make you wince. It hurts your ears but you don't complain. Girls cheering hysterically, shouting at the top of their lungs. You turn to the reason of almost inhuman behavior.
Eleven perfections standing at the front, bowing, expressing gratitude for support and asking for more of it. You scoff. As if these girls will stop gushing over their looks. Their faces are what makes them to be noticed at first, but it is their passion that draws girls in. After bowing and last little speeches, they make their way down the raised stage, into the back, probably to rest or to prepare for another event. As the eleven ear-splitting-cheer-worthy boys go inside and without chance of coming back, girls are now exiting the venue. Giggles, loud conversations with some high-pitch squeal follow them.
You remain standing. As the stadium now empty of the human activity (except you of course), you start walking to the stage (where,perhaps, you said earlier they were resting). Single movement caught your eye and makes you halt walking. Silhouette makes its' way to you. As it approaches you, and its profile revealed by little lighting left earlier, you saw a tanned skin, and a body exhausted by previous performance. You can see a smile, looks tired, but still dazzling, infectious.
"How is it?", deep(and so beautiful) voice asks.
"Good. As expected from self-proclaim dancing machine", you answered, with a hint of teasing. He frowns.
"It's not self-proclaimed, they really said it", cue his pouting lips.
You smiled and reach for his face, as you grab and he leans down(well 182cm is really tall), you kiss his pout and say, "kidding, you're the best of them all" and wraps your arms to his body.
In return, he grins and embrace you with his warmth. Those girls may have scream their love to the eleven idols, but you just need to whisper what you feel to the special one.
And what's best, he whispered back.
Eleven perfections standing at the front, bowing, expressing gratitude for support and asking for more of it. You scoff. As if these girls will stop gushing over their looks. Their faces are what makes them to be noticed at first, but it is their passion that draws girls in. After bowing and last little speeches, they make their way down the raised stage, into the back, probably to rest or to prepare for another event. As the eleven ear-splitting-cheer-worthy boys go inside and without chance of coming back, girls are now exiting the venue. Giggles, loud conversations with some high-pitch squeal follow them.
You remain standing. As the stadium now empty of the human activity (except you of course), you start walking to the stage (where,perhaps, you said earlier they were resting). Single movement caught your eye and makes you halt walking. Silhouette makes its' way to you. As it approaches you, and its profile revealed by little lighting left earlier, you saw a tanned skin, and a body exhausted by previous performance. You can see a smile, looks tired, but still dazzling, infectious.
"How is it?", deep(and so beautiful) voice asks.
"Good. As expected from self-proclaim dancing machine", you answered, with a hint of teasing. He frowns.
"It's not self-proclaimed, they really said it", cue his pouting lips.
You smiled and reach for his face, as you grab and he leans down(well 182cm is really tall), you kiss his pout and say, "kidding, you're the best of them all" and wraps your arms to his body.
In return, he grins and embrace you with his warmth. Those girls may have scream their love to the eleven idols, but you just need to whisper what you feel to the special one.
And what's best, he whispered back.