summary: as the 7th member of p1harmony, the youngest and the only girl, you were already well-loved for your bright energy, both on and off the stage, and the way you cared for the members. with their new comeback, many p1eces speculated who the song dancing queen was about, quickly coming up with the theory that you were the inspiration. and as they would quickly come to find out, they were right - and the members would never let you (or the fans) forget that you are their dancing queen.
pairing: ot6 x 7th member
genre: fluff, found family (ish?) *all purely platonic!*
a/n: this is my first time writing/ posting something like this so bear with me lol!! but if anyone likes this please lmk and i might try to continue posting stuff like it :) (also i have no idea how tumblr acc works I only really use it to read on, so if anyone has any advice ill grab it lol)
you were the youngest, but that never stopped you from shining in ways the boys themselves admitted they envied. sometimes it was difficult - being the only girl in a group of six wasnât easy, and the members recognized that. they knew that dance was your outlet. Your way of shutting out the voices, the comments, the pressure. mo matter what, you could always be found dancing.
so when it came to writing for the new album, the six of them came together with one idea in mind: to give back. for all the ways you looked after them, despite being the youngest, they wanted to create something for you. dancing queen - the song that would carry your nickname, given lovingly by both fans and the members, practically wrote itself, flowing quickly as each of them poured their pieces of you into the lyrics.
they kept it a secret until the recording. when they finally revealed it to you, you let the hot tears run freely down your cheeks, your smile trembling with emotion as realization hit: these boys really were your family. even keeho, though heâd deny it later, had glassy eyes, a few tears slipping down his face. jiung had laughed softly, nudging you. âyouâre literally the embodiment of this song.â
and maybe you were. bright and fluid, a little mischievous, always the first to tug one of the members up when a beat dropped in the practice room. It wasnât just about dance - it was the way you lit everything up. the others used to joke that your presence could turn even a water break into a stage performance.
keeho teased, âyou make us look lazy,â and youâd just grin, sticking your tongue out before dragging him into a silly dance battle he always lost.
soul, quiet and reserved, admired you in his own wayâcopying little bits of your freestyle in practice, never admitting outright that you were his reference point. theo caught him once, smiling knowingly. âyour influence is strong, dancing queen.â soul had just shrugged, cheeks faintly pink.
even intak, the groupâs dance machine, admitted you pushed him. âyou make me go harder,â he told you one late night. âI canât slack with you here.â
and when jongseob wrote his rap for dancing queen, he surprised you by pulling you aside first. âI⌠I kinda wrote this verse with you in mind,â he confessed, rubbing the back of his neck. It wasnât cheesy - it spoke of rhythm, of light, of energy that couldnât be contained. he didnât have to say it outright. you already knew, it was you.
the first live stage of dancing queen was chaos in the best way. the album had just dropped, fans were buzzing with anticipation, and backstage you and the boys were bouncing with adrenaline, ready to show off something all seven of you were unbelievably proud of.
the lights exploded across the arena - bass heavy, pulsing. you stood center stage for the intro, crown-like headpiece catching the spotlight. for a split second, you swore the cheers doubled in volume.
theo slid past you with a spin, bumping your shoulder playfully before winking at the crowd. keehoâs voice soared on the chorus and, instead of sticking to formation like rehearsed, he reached for your hand and pulled you into a quick partner step. the audience went feral.
jiung twirled you mid-chorus like it was instinct. you laughed so hard you nearly missed your mark, but intak was already there, syncing perfectly beside you with that wide, knowing smile - he expected nothing less than your clumsy joy in a moment like this.
the highlight, though, was jongseobâs verse. he rapped while circling you, both of you pulling stupid faces at each other as you freestyled center stage. on the beat drop, he pointed straight at you, and the cameras caught your grin stretched wide and real.
and soul - sweet, quiet soul - closed the bridge with you. the two of you faced the crowd, then each other, matching smiles so bright it felt like the lights had dimmed just for you. he stepped back, letting you take the final freestyle move, nodding as if to say: this is your song. our song. but mostly yours.
as the seven of you danced and messed around across the stage, fans watched in pure admiration. they saw you as the family you knew you were, felt the love the boys gave you and the love you gave back. they watched as the seven of you behaved as though they werenât there. they watched with a sense of calmness and comfort, all collectively letting you have your moment together.
p1harmony had delivered countless memorable stages, but this one was different - this would be the stage people thought of first when they thought of your group. phones lit up the arena, capturing the moment in shaky, excited hands, videos that would soon spread across timelines. not just clips p1eces would replay endlessly, but ones the seven of you would one day look back on together, smiling at the memory.
by the end, the seven of you stood shoulder to shoulder, sweaty, breathless, grinning. and in your bones you knew it: this wasnât just a stage. this was your moment, with them. you werenât just the youngest anymore. you were their dancing queen.
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