❝ No one's watching. They're busy looking at their partners. So, look at me. ❞

✧ THE MAJESTIC 12 ✧

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FIVE COULDN'T TAKE his eyes off of her. He was not sure why, but she was undoubtedly the most beautiful being that he has ever seen. The way her (H/C) would bounce as she walks and the way how she talks when she gets flustered by a silly compliment was something he found adorable.

Call it obsessive, but it scared him to lose her. Only a few people had mattered in his life and it wasn't part of the plan to let her slip off out of his grasp. He wasn't gonna let Harry steal her. She was his, and only his.

And what was an obligation to him the most was her health and safety. Since he couldn't trust anyone, the responsibility to take care of (Y/N) was only his; Even though he doesn't really trust himself, he still prefers himself over anybody else.

Once they got ready for the celebration, they left and went to their destination. They hid from plain sight refusing a passerby to watch as they went along their way to Reginald's accommodated party. They camouflage themselves in bushes and snuck their way into the parking lot.

Reginald was well-known for as long as they can remember so this amount of visitors was no surprise.

They crouched aligned on one another's tail. They hid behind a car and waited for the right moment to pass through the other side without being caught. "So, what's the plan?" Lila questioned who placed at (Y/N)'s front.

"We infiltrate, we identify, we extract. Double time." Diego stated. He loved using fancy words when it comes to situations like this.

"What the hell is he talking about?"

"Find the old man and get put fast." Five answered who was just behind (Y/N).

"After you." Lila offered but only to be eyed intensely by Number Five who had grown suspicious of her from the very beginning. "Cut the crap. My dimwitted brother might buy your bullshit, but I don't trust you for a second." He revealed putting emphasis on the 'dimwitted brother' part.

"Why not kick me out of team then?" Lila asked with a smirk plastered on her face. "Because (Y/N) likes you." Five answered. He saw how happy she was having a new friend like Lila and he didn't want their friendship to basically end just like that. And besides that, he still has no proof whether if she was part of some organization but he had to make sure that he doesn't like her.

Lila widened her eyes with the plain and simple truth. A blank expression came out but soon melted into bliss and into a mischievous grin. "O ye of little faith."

"Stick it up your ass." Five commented.

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(Y/N) HARGREEVES

Fancy chandelier scattered on the endless hallways that were filled with lively visitors that came with their partners. The Mariachi added content to everyone's delighted faces with a melody that could make someone think they are welcome.

"I don't see Dad anywhere," Diego said to Five. "Just keep an eye out for the Majestic Twelve. I got upstairs."

"Diego, try not to do anything too stupid." He reminded him as he walked off to the opposite direction where the staircase stands.

This boy can't stop and just take a breath, he's always moving.

"Five, wait, where are you going?" I fastened my pace and reached out to grab his arm.

If it weren't for the glass of champagne he was holding he would've pulled his arm away. He looked down at my hand that tugged on his sleeves and then connected it to my eyes.

The melodic mariachi songs started to play from a distance. I smirk formed on my lips, Five hated dancing and he certainly hated dancing among strangers. "Don't even think about it," he snarled, eyes narrowing.

"Oh, don't be a killjoy." I laughed. He gave up and surrendered to my control. I dragged him to another room where the ballroom was. Five gave his finished drink to the waiter passing by.

"I guess it could wait..." He murmured.

We stood on the available space on the dance floor. His eyebrows jerked down and he shrank his sight to mine. He fastened his palms behind my waist, with the other interlocking with my hands, and placed on my left shoulder. Together we swayed to the rhythm of the music.

A good 5 seconds came before one of us could speak. "I hate this." He complained but still maintained our swifts to the beat of the music. "Oh, I know you love this," I affirmed.

With my clumsiness, I accidentally stepped on his right foot. He winced but quickly recovering from the mistake I had made. "Oops, sorry..." I chuckled with a sheepish smile.

"12 years passed for you and you still miss a step." He testified. The glum in his voice disappeared as both of us got nostalgic by the little accident. "I didn't like you being my partner, you talk a lot and step on my foot," he recalled, a quiet snicker escaped his mouth.

"Yet here we are... But I'm still a better dancer than you." I was always a horrible dancer.

"Oh?" Five provoked as if threatened with the words I had said.

He lifted his arm and spun me around. The twist ricochet with me ending up in his arms. I leaned on his chest. I felt shivers down my spine when I felt his confident gaze running across mine. I avoided the look he gave me as I felt my cheeks warmed up. He noticed I was embarrassed with the position and knew he had control this time.

"Hey," He placed his index below my chin and lifted it up making my sight back to him. "eyes are up here." He reminded.

"I got distracted," I revealed. People were glancing on our way. They were smiling and probably thought we were adorable kids trying to thrash ourselves with the crowd. I got nervous and got a bit uncomfortable. Five observed my footsteps became dull.

"Look who's shy now." He teased. I was too flustered with the fancy people and then added the look he was giving me. I couldn't face him in this state. My heart quickened; I'm exploding on the inside. "Shut up..." I muttered.

Five frowned when I kept glancing everywhere other than meeting his eyes with mine.

He tilted his head to the side and leaned closer. His head on my shoulder and his lips barely touching my neck. "No one's watching. They're busy looking at their partners. So, look at me." He stated.

As soon as he retreated to his original position, he pulled me towards him, a gasp escaped my lips. He spins me again, ending the move with a dip. He yanked me back up, his gaze never leaving mine.

'Was it always that green?'

After we silently appreciated one another, Five angled his forehead to mine. My head stayed still as we continued to enjoy the moment we were having. His emotions were relaxed but there was a hint of sadness. This was his first dance again with me after the apocalypse.

"Five?" I called out, attempting to switch to another position since I was getting flustered.

"Can we stay like this a little longer?" He asked, his forehead not leaving mine. Eyelids closed and breathing sharp that smelled like peach.

"You don't know how much I waited for you to drag me again on the dance floor." He confessed, unexpectedly. If there was something I could inform someone about Five was that he never liked the ballroom lesson our Dad implied on our schedules.

The line sounded childish and silly but the more I thought of it the more I realized how much pain, torment, and hardships he had to go through while being stuck on the end of the world; Alone.

The line meant more than just a mere dance. He had hope and was satisfied to see all of us again.

Five draw himself back again. But this time he didn't say anything, he just leaned... closer, closer, and closer...

He was coming for the lips...

But then, he stopped.

He retrieves his hands and stepped back. "We have work to do." He cleared his throat, fixing his attire.

"Yes, right. Of course." I didn't do anything and watched him leave.

For a moment, we were back at home with our family who had frowns plastered across they're youthful faces. Despite our lost for appetite to dance we enjoyed it since we had each other. We were happy.

Wish I could go back the time where things weren't really that complicated.

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Fun Fact: While in the apocalypse, Five managed to have his hands on a hankerchief that was previously owned by (Y/N). He has it tied around his gun for years.

A/N: i've seen people commenting how much of an ass five is and why i have written him that way... well that's because he is one 🤨

QOTD: What is on your bucket list?

buy myself a wax/silicone stand of tom holland 🛐