𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 39 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰

The atmosphere at home was more calm than usual. It was that comfortable Sunday feeling everyone felt that made it that way. Minho and Jisung laid down on the couch, watching some kind of show, but actually paying no attention to it. Jisung's busy fiddling with the bracelet Minho wore. "I know a place I wanna take you," Minho suddenly spoke. The other tilted his head, questioning. It was a struggle for Minho to drag the couch potato called 'Jisung' from his place. The air outside blew a surprisingly frigid breeze as Jisung shivered, while Minho snickered at him. 

"Let's go." Minho's eyes grew bigger, practically lit up, while leading Jisung. "To where?" Jisung managed to ask before getting dragged along. He could barely still hold on to his hand as Minho picked up his pace. "That's not important. You'll see when we get there." Jisung raised his brow skeptically, but let Minho take him, anyway. "Don't make that face. It's nothing bad."

"You..are not trying to kidnap me, right?" Jisung asked dubiously. "No. No, I am not trying to kidnap you." Minho rolled his eyes and led him further. 

Their sprint came to a stop once they stood before a small, hidden building that they had to reach by walking through somewhat freezing and eery allies. "So you're really not kidnapping me, are you?" Minho ignored the other's comment and just rolled his eyes, a sigh escaping his mouth. He turned to look Jisung right in the eye, it stayed like that for a moment, a thick silence and a tense atmosphere engulfing them. There were times when Jisung's breath just accelerated and when his heart just skipped a beat. This is one of those moments. Minho's sharp gaze is in some sort of way enchanting cause Jisung refused to look away. 

Minho took it upon himself to cut the silence. "I know I took your spot." He looked at Jisung who shook his head slightly, seemingly back to earth and reality. "So now you can take my spot too." Minho held him by his hand gently, walking him to a concealed door. He gave it a rough push as it opened with a low-toned, cracking sound. Jisung was really starting to contemplate if he should really have followed Minho up until here once they entered a pit-black hall. Their footsteps echoed but what he found at the end of this hallway is something different from what this creepy building gave off. 

A fond smile found its way to Minho's face when noticing Jisung's awestruck face that looked around. The two of them found themselves in a quite large studio with dark walls and matching sand-colored tiles with, in front, a set of mirrors decorating the wall. If Jisung honestly wouldn't know better, he would think the other was leading him straight to a torture room, but this place eased all of his worries. "So this," Jisung gestured while twirling around. "Is where you practice?" Minho hummed in response, putting his hands in his pockets. "Yup. It's also the place where I met someone, a very cocky jerk that still pushed me to do better and really reach for my dreams." 

"Nice, storytime." Jisung sat down for it with crossed legs and patted down at a spot on the floor. "Do tell," he smiled, his eyes filled with curiosity that Minho just couldn't reject so he sat down as well. 

It was yet another intense session of training. All the boys and girls proceeded to finally catch their breaths and massage their ached and overworked muscles. Minho slumped over the floor to his seat and flopped down, he barely made it. He tugged from his water bottle, downing almost everything as another male sat down next to him. He was tall and slender. A handsome face too. Minho had seen the boy with his beanie multiple times in class during rehearsal every time he scanned the rest. This boy could dance. Being handsome is just a plus side. Minho had to admit he is impressed by this one's skills.

"Not bad." the tall male next to him spoke. "Could be better though." A smirk covered his face and he tugged from his bottle as well. "Really?" Minho sounded defiant as he faced the boy eye to eye. "Then how would you do it?"

A content smile covered the boy's face as he succeeded in provocating him. "I would change a few positions here and there, make sure the moves look sharp and not overdone too much." he answered. "The name's Hwang Hyunjin." the guy named, Hyunjin, held out his hand, waiting for Minho to shake it. "Lee Minho." The choreographer called for everyone to take their places again, calling for a boisterous atmosphere as everyone tries to finish their conversation. Minho turned to the other and spoke, his tone laced with playful sarcasm. "Now, show me how it's done cause apparently, you dance better than me." He offered his hand to Hyunjin, a competitive spark in his eyes. "Watch me." he boasted and they took their formations.

"I can already see that interaction happen," Jisung teased. "Were you two always so full of yourselves?"

"It's called competitiveness," Minho defended himself. "You know I never want to lose to an opponent." Jisung nodded, agreeing with that statement. If Lee Minho went for something, he went for it all the way. 

"W-what are you doing?" Jisung sputtered as Minho grabbed his hand once again, taking him to the center. "Teaching you." the male answered shortly. "Just follow my lead."

"I'm warning you. You made a mistake." Jisung reassured. Had he already told he couldn't dance? But unfortunately for him, Minho's determination didn't let him stop as he just ignored his boyfriend's protest. 

"You're exaggerating." he insisted.

"That's not it." Minho let out a long sigh as his hands fell to his side. After almost a whole hour of trying - and succeeding for some parts - there are still things Jisung struggled with. Jisung could just read the tiredness from his eyes when looking at their reflection in the mirror. 

Minho finally decided to stand behind him. Jisung's breath hitched when he felt Minho's hands move up his waist, his other grabbing him at his arm while Minho continued fixing his posture. Shivers ran down Jisung's spine as Minho's breath trickled the back of his neck. Once he faced him, Jisung's eyes automatically trailed down his lips, the air only becoming tenser as Minho mimicked the action, his hand ironically still on Jisung's waist.

It was almost too thick to breathe as Jisung panted softly. It was either that his breath accelerated from the choreography or from the man in front of him. "Yeah, it's probably the second one," Jisung thought internally. He wasn't a liar. Heck, he couldn't even lie to himself. 

It's Minho that drove him crazy.