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? in which y/n has to attend the wedding
of her long time crush, but it's okay
because her best friend is there with her.
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?furudate
?semifilms
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Consider voting in this chapter! ————————————— CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
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Halfway through the night, you were ready to go back to your hotel room. You had done so much socializing you hadn't even gotten a chance to dance with Osamu yet.
You missed the first dance where couples including the newlyweds slowly danced together–which was fine. You weren't a couple so it probably would have turned heads. Except for the fact that as the couples danced you felt Osamu stealing glances at you. As if he wanted to ask you to dance.
Which he inevitably didn't end up doing. So when another slow song starts, you decide to take the initiative. You turn to face the man who is watching as even his parents walk to the dance floor hand-in-hand. "Samu do you wanna dance?"
The question seemingly caught him by surprise and he nearly freezes with no answer. "Samu?" you poke his stiff figure with a quirked brow. "Is that a no?" you frown slightly. He jolts at the realization that he hadn't imagined your question before he shakes his head. "No!" he quickly says while standing up.
"No, that's not a no. I would love to dance," he quickly recovers as he offers out a delicate hand to you. A smile graces your lips as you slide your hand into his and follow him to the dance floor.
You've probably only slowed dance twice in your whole life. One of which was in fact with Osamu in University at a mutual friend's Wedding. The first time was with your dad a 'Father-Daughter' dance when you were nine.
So it's safe to say you hadn't had much dancing experience, but you knew slow dancing was nothing but swaying. Maybe a few steps here and there, but it wasn't as hard as learning a choreographed dance.
Osamu's hands slowly find their place low on your waist as yours rest wrapped behind his neck. Your breath hitched at the contact but you tried your best to play it cool. "Samu," you finally manage to breathe out as you start to sway to the romantic instrumental. The man raised a brow at you, letting his deep brown eyes meet yours as he waited for you to continue.
"I'm glad you got me to come here," you tell him "I'm afraid I wouldn't have discovered important things about myself otherwise." Osamu tilts his head, a small smirk settles on his face while a crease forms in between his brows. "I'm getting really curious as to what you have to tell me now. Something clearly happened that I'm not aware of." he chuckles softly.
You laugh quietly with him before shaking your head. "Oh trust me you're well aware." you joke under your breath. "Would it be bad if we head out a little early then? Because I'm just a little impatient now." The brunette admits nervously. Your eyes wander over to the newlyweds a couple of feet away from you, who swayed with each other in perfect step.
"I don't think they'll mind, the important stuff is over." you shrug as you slowly release yourself from Osamu's touch. Immediately your skin craved the presence of his hands on your waist again. "Beach?" The brunette raised a brow at you. Your lips press into a soft smile as you nod, "Perfect."
