🤍| 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞.

The practice studio still vibrated with the last note of the song when Martín Edward Park lowered his arms, taking a deep breath. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and a tired smile appeared on his face as the members of Cortis slumped to the floor, laughing and discussing minor mistakes from the rehearsal. It had been a long but productive practice. Just as the manager was calling it a day, the studio door slowly opened.

It was you. You came to see Martin.

The sound of the door opening made everyone turn their heads in surprise. You were carrying a bag in one hand and two cups of cold coffee in the other. For a second, time seemed to stand still. Martín stared at you as if he couldn't believe it; his eyes widened in surprise and then shone with excitement. He hadn't expected you. For him, that moment was like an unexpected break after hours of hard work.

“You?” He murmured, before a huge smile spread across his face.

And before you could do anything else, Martin came running towards you. He lifted you up with both arms, so low your feet weren't touching the ground. You laughed and reminded him that you were carrying things, but the silly boy was too excited to care. "You came!" he exclaimed excitedly, covering your face with kisses.