To See The Moon

One Of Us

     When Hyunjin entered the dance studio a week later for that Friday's practice, a shocking sight greeted him.

     Minho was sitting against the wall, his head slumped backwards and his eyes closed. Hyunjin panicked and ran towards him.

     "Minho hyung, what happened!?" Hyunjin was about to put a hand to his head when Minho scared the life out of him by suddenly opening his eyes and kneeling forward.

     "U- uh-huh? Oh, Hyunjin, you're here," Minho said, as if he hadn't been looking like the dead just a second ago.

     "What's wrong?" Hyunjin asked.

     Minho rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms. "Nothing, just a little tired. I came here straight from work."

     "Oh..." That was when Hyunjin noticed the bundle sitting beside Minho. Was it a change of clothes from his work uniform? Minho must have really been cutting it close.

     "You should have cancelled then," Hyunjin said. But his tone didn't mean it and for that, he felt guilty. He always wanted a dance practice, no matter what.

     "I already did last week, I'm not about to do it again." Before Hyunjin could argue, he held up his phone to play the music. "Relax, I'm used to having a hectic schedule. I might not be able to demonstrate any moves to you, but I'm perfectly capable of still judging your dance and giving criticism."

     Hyunjin wanted to tell Minho not to overwork himself. But really, who was he to talk? Before starting lessons with Minho, he himself had had a bad habit of midnight dancing, no matter how tired he was from a job.

     "Okay, show me your progress so far." Minho remained sitting but kept his head up, now laser-focused on Hyunjin. It had taken a while, but Hyunjin had eventually gotten used to those judging eyes that were always trained on him while he danced.

     The music began and Hyunjin started to execute the dance. But he was distracted. He couldn't help but shoot glances at Minho while dancing.

     He noticed Minho's face was red. Admittedly, the studio didn't have the best AC, so it was always hot. But Minho was keeping his jacket on and Hyunjin worried he could get sick from being exposed to the heat in the middle of such a hectic day.

     Hyunjin stopped mid-dance and Minho raised an eyebrow. "Why did you stop?"

     "Take off your jacket. You don't look good."

     Minho clearly hadn't been expecting that. "I- I'm fine." He grabbed his jacket sleeve with his hand, though Hyunjin didn't know why Minho was so determined to keep it on. He wasn't going to have it.

     "Take it off, hyung. Let me check if you have a fever." Hyunjin was already walking toward him.

     "Hyunjin, no I-" But Minho must have been weaker than he thought, because he barely protested as Hyunjin unzipped his jacket and took it off. He had had no idea his target had been operating in a base at almost the other end sector of the Alley, not allowing Minho to even rest from the minute he had been on the run from two hours ago. It didn't help that he had spent all night impaling the target boards in the training room with his knives. An assassin could never stop training because the very next day, those targets could be the back of someone's head and one had to be prepared.

     Minho heard Hyunjin opening the cabinet to get the first aid kit. He must have kept a note of it after the time he had shown up at class injured. Minho couldn't help but sigh in relief as he felt a cool ice pack placed on his forehead.