forest || minsung

10

'Breakfast?'

'Yeah. Toast. Here.' Minho shoved a plate in his hand.

Jisung sat up and put the plate back on the table. 'Thanks.' He let out a yawn.

'Oh fuck, I fell asleep again, didn't I?'

'Clearly. But it's fine.'

'You sure?'

'Yeah, I sat outside for a while. The world is very quiet at 6 am.' Jisung smiled at his dreamy tone. He picked up the plate again, just as a ginger cat jumped on the sofa and lay down on his lap. 'Oh, hi there,' he said surprised.

'That's Soonie.'

'Nice to meet you, Soonie.' He scratched behind his ears. The cat purred in response and stayed where he was.

As Jisung chewed on some bread, he was hit with a realisation. He swore.

'Huh?'

'I didn't inform my brother I was staying here, as this wasn't exactly the plan.' He grabbed his phone, expecting to see a million texts.

'Relax, I texted him for you.'

'Really?' Jisung's eyebrows shot up.

'Yeah I sent him a DM on Instagram.'

And indeed, there were no worried texts from Yejun.

'Oh, thanks!' He smiled. Minho nodded.

The previous night had left Jisung shocked, but he wasn't planning on distancing himself from his friend now. He didn't know it was this bad. That one time at Chan's place was only a fraction of the panic he had witnessed this time. He wondered if it got even worse than this.

'So what now?' he asked when they finished eating. Minho shrugged. 'Do as you please. I think I'm gonna practise later today but you're free to stay until then I guess.'

'Dance practice?'

'Yeah?'

'Can I come with you?'

Minho stared at him. 'Sure?'

'You said you'd teach me, remember?'

He snorted. 'I did no such thing. I said I would think about it.'

Jisung smiled brighly at him. 'Please?'

'Fine,' he muttered.

They played videogames as they waited for the afternoon. Jisung was practically a natural, but Minho was very good as well. Both were constantly fighting for the first place in Mario Kart, and cheating by kicking the other so they would loose focus. Jisung won, but after much convincing from Minho's side they decided they tied.

Around noon they decided that they had finished enough laps for the next decade. Minho changed clothes and then they walked to Jisung's house together.

'Hey Yejun!' Jisung yelled through the house as he opened the door.

'Hi!' His brother was seated in the kitchen. Minho awkwardly followed him, so Jisung introduced them to each other.

'Oh, you're the guy that texted me yesterday!'

His friend smiled politely. 'Indeed.'

'That was nice of you, thank you.' Yejun beamed.

Jisung left both of them in the kitchen to change clothes as well. His room was a mess, holy shit. He changed into his sweatpants and a red t-shirt, sneakers, and joined the guys in the kitchen again. Minho glared at him as he came in, without Yejun seeing. He had left the poor boy alone with his cheery brother. Jisung suppressed a laugh and motioned for him to follow him out.

'Bye!'

'Byeeee.'

They walked towards the dance studio together, which was located right in the center of town. Just before they arrived, they stopped at a small restaurant to get lunch. For a Saturday afternoon, there weren't all too many people on the streets. Not that there was so much to do around here.

Once they finished their cheap sandwiches, they went inside the building. Jisung had never been here before. The walls were polished wood at some places and painted white at other places. It all looked quite modern. There were glass doors on either side of the hallway with practice rooms behind them.

Minho led them around a corner, into a smaller hallway with more rooms. How big was this building exactly?

They stopped in front of a door, room 012. There was a girl inside, waving at them. Or well, at Minho, probably, who smiled back at her. She stepped outside to greet them.

'Hey there! Haven't seen you in a few days.'

Minho shrugged. 'I had things to do.'

'Who's your friend?'

'Jisung. Ah, Jisung, this is Emma, by the way. She's from America, hence...' he pointed at her, moving his arm up and down. She stuck her tongue out at him in return.

'Nice to meet you,' he bowed. Emma smiled, baring her white teeth. 'Likewise. I didn't know Minho had any friends,' she giggled.

Minho rolled his eyes, but a hint of amusement was visible through the curl of his lips. He grabbed Jisung's arm and walked off. 'Bye Emma.'

'Bye bye.'

Minho dragged him to room 014, and then let go of his arm. Jisung raised his eyebrows. 'A friend,' the other mumbled.

'I didn't know Minho had friends,' the younger snickered, imitating Emma. The older flipped him the bird. He started laughing.

'Do you want me to teach you or not?'

Jisung immediately stopped laughing and nodded innocently, pretending nothing happened.

'That's what I thought. What do you want to dance on?'

He perked up. 'Something hard.'

Minho gave him a questioning look, seeming to wonder if he really was as stupid as he looked. Jisung nodded excitedly.

'Sure. Stretch first.' He put on a song while they stretched, not saying a word. The song was pretty fast, but Jisung liked it.

'You like the song?'

'Yeah.'

'Good. This is what we're dancing to.'

Jisung gaped at him. 'Are you for real?'

'Yep. Your idea, not mine.'

He narrowed his eyes. 'Alright, challenge accepted.'

'Good. I will show you the whole dance once and then teach you the steps. I don't usually teach, though, so I have no idea what I'm doing.'

'I'm a quick student, don't worry.'

The older nodded before replaying the song.

Jisung quickly learned that Minho was an amazing dancer. What he had seen that evening at Chan's barely scratched the surface of what he was capable of.

He could only watch him in awe. Minho was swift, elegant, precise and passionate, like Jisung had never seen before.

And overall, he just looked really hot doing so.

As the song ended, Jisung almost started clapping. 'That was so good, what the fuck.'

Minho smiled brightly. 'Thank you.'

And so they got to work. It took a lot of tries and sweat to get him to do things the right way. It also took a lot of small touches from Minho, correcting his stance, but Jisung held his breath every time. Oh God.

A/N: hello no one reads this so it's just me talking to myself but my apologies for not uploading for two weeks or something life is busy and exams are coming up hhh