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Hi Daisy, ik you got a soft ask earlier but I've had a bit of a rough last part of my day so I would love something really soft and Joshua for the member (I love Joshua Hong okay). Thank you.
hi brin <3 sorry for responding to this late!!
waltz
pairing: non-idol!joshua x gn!reader
word count: ~0.4k
warnings: none, just fluff <3 (vague reference to marriage in the future). intentional lowercase + no proofreading
daisy's notes: i had this idea an hour ago but had errands to run. sorry that this is rly short tho!! :( btw fun fact: i took a ballroom dance class in college for a gen ed credit... it was actually kinda fun despite how much i hate dancing
“just follow my lead, okay?”
joshua never thought he was the kind of person to dance with you in the kitchen late at night. the idea always felt a little silly: if he wanted to slow dance with you in the living room, just to hold you close, he’d set it up a little better. yet when he stumbled across you making cookies late at night (the smell was what woke him up and enticed him to investigate), music playing softly over your speakers, he suddenly saw the appeal. he wordlessly slipped on a pair of plastic gloves to help you roll out balls of cookie dough (”that way we can bake them sooner, right?” was his excuse to help you), and hummed along to the songs he’d heard time and time again from this playlist. the cookies were in the oven soon enough, a timer set, and joshua had leaned against the counter as he watched you finish cleaning up. you’d started cleaning up as you went along ever since you started dating him: less mess to deal with in the end. when he called out a “c’mere,” you expected him to kiss you.
instead, he had taken your hands to position them correctly. with one sentence and a hum of acknowledgement from you, joshua began to guide you into a slow waltz.
“i’m not good at this.”
“it’s easier if you count,” he said, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “don’t worry... we can practice,” he smiled at you, “we’ll be ready in time.”
you gave him a confused look. “for...?”
“our first dance?”
he laughed softly as realization dawned on you, gaze averting as you buried your face into his shirt. “shua...”
“we’ve got time,” he promised you. “i just think about it sometimes. c’mon,” he nudged you away, repositioning your hands and taking the correct stance. he guided you with a slow “one, two, three...” to each step, and smiled to himself when he heard you count alongside him.
joshua would much rather dance with you where everyone could see just how deeply he loved you... but to dance with you in the kitchen, late at night while the cookies baked? he wouldn’t trade for the world.