When you told Jisung about how your mom’s older sister was throwing a party, he was a little nervous. You had told him about previous get togethers that you went with your family to. The loud music, the dancing, the drinking, the late goodbyes, it sounded fun but not his kind of fun. So, imagine your surprise when he asked:

“Are we going?”

’We?’ Jisung never once asked you if you were both going to a party. It was new and quite frankly, it made you happy. He was offering to get out with you and go to a party, even if you, yourself, didn’t want to go. But if Jisung was down, you were too.

Now, he’s starting to regret it a little. Jisung didn’t expect you guys to show up at a hall, that meant people would want to dance dance. The amount of greetings was a little hectic, tías saying hi, tíos saying hi, cousins, and your tiny nephews. He was an interest to them all. Your tía hosting the party telling you he was so good looking, your older cousin telling him to act right with you, your little nephew asking him if he played basketball. Jisung was already stressed, so you stayed with him while he ate, with you turning down offers to dance.

Jisung could see you nod your head to the music, moving your body and your feet stepping side to side, front and back in your seat, a discreet bachata. He was done eating, sitting with you as you two held hands. Jisung knew you wanted to dance, you were good at it, so when your older sister gestured for you two to dance with your family, he couldn’t help but stand up, pushing you softly to lead him over there.