After Hours I Minsung

Snaps and Poetry

Jisung isn't surprised to see Minho already in the room and beginning his stretches. "Hello," the student greets quietly, making sure to shut the door behind him. Unlike usual, the room's lights are mostly turned off; only one is still on, making everything a bit dim.

"There you are, Han. Take off your hoodie. And that beanie."

"Huh? O-oh, right!" He does as he's told, tossing his jacket and hat to the side. He decides to wear only muscle shirts from now on, liking the flow it gave him; also the lack of restrictions on his arms. He jumps a bit when he catches Minho staring at him through the mirror, rather intensely. But as soon as he notices Jisung, his head quickly turns away. They silently begin to do their stretches; starting with swinging their arms in a circle. They bend at the hip, reaching their hands to the ground, and gently bounce at the knees. As they stay there for a moment or so, Jisung turns to look at Minho. When the dancer faces him as well, the other boy smiles. "So...do you have any hobbies?"

Minho furrows his brows in confusion. "What?"

"Hobbies. I mean, other than dancing?"

The dancer lets out a sigh. "I...suppose reading and...watching movies."

"Hey, me too!" Jisung puts in cheerfully. "I mean, just the movie part. I don't really read much. Do you know what's the best? Eating cheesecake while sitting to a good movie."

"Strange. I thought it would have been gaming."

The student purses his lips in thought as they both stand up straight. "I don't know if I'd call it a hobby. I don't actually feel passionate about it..."

"No?"

"I guess it's more of an escape....you know, I don't know what to call it." He shrugs his shoulders. "A-anyways...can you show me that last move the teacher did?"

Minho huffs a bit. "You mean the one that made you fall?"

"It didn't make me fall, I just...yes, the one that made me fall." He's surprised when laughter suddenly fills the room. He glances at Minho through the mirror and at his smile. It's prettier than he could've imagined; Gentle, sweet, real. It causes the sides of Jisung's lips to subconsciously lift into a small grin. It gets wider when he notices the red that grows in Minho's cheeks.

"W-what? Why are you staring?"

"I'm not," the student lies, turning his head away again. He tries to hide his expression but it's kind of hard to do in front of a mirror. It's his turn to start growing warm when the other boy stares. "S-so...what was that move again?"

Jisung only spent about an hour or so last night practicing; due to the student's already sore body. The dander, on the other hand, stayed even after he left. He has some serious determination, that's for sure. That's something he always respected in the people around him. Felix's passion for music and dancing. But what passion did he have? Absolutely nothing.

He lets out a soft sigh as he rests his cheek in his hand, using his other hand to fiddle with a pen. Five minutes in Psychology class and he can't concentrate. That's not usual for him. He pulls out his phone and smiles at the incoming text.

Felix: So? So? Did you have fun? <3 huh?

"Fun? He grumbles. He glances over at Minho, who sits a couple of seats away from him; no one but empty chairs in between them.

Han: Other than my body screaming at me to stop...yeah.

Felix: What's he like in private? Nice? Loud? Totally gross?